White When Desires Rise When desires rise, like whispered flames, Reason fades, forgetting names. A single touch, a glance, a spark, And shadows dance within the dark. Logic waits by reason’s door, Silent now, not heard before, As passion’s pull, fierce and swift, Carries the heart in a headlong drift. The mind’s calm voice grows soft and thin, Drowned by the storm that brews within. A tethered soul breaks loose in flight, Chasing stars in the dead of night. For when desires come into play, The world dissolves in shades of gray. A fevered dream, a hunger deep, Where thoughts lie bound, and senses leap. And though it fades with morning’s call, In desire’s spell, we lose it all— Reason’s hand, its careful sway, Swept aside, when passions play. ©Saleha ashfaq

Saleha ashfaq

White उठना जरूरी है बहुत हुआ ग़मो को संजोए रखना, अश्रु की मोतियों की माला पिरोना, यादों की बाज़ार में एक दफ़ा तू झांक कर तो देख बढ़ गए है यूँही सब इधर कदम बढ़ा कर, कौन है यहां याराना तेरा बता तू जरा, किधर को थे वो सारे जो अब तलक तेरे थे ? वक़्त की नज़ाकत है ये तो बातें सारी यहाँ न कोई अपना न पराया, माया सारी, पत्थर भी इधर पूजे जाते, उम्मीद जब तलक सौंप जल को नाचते उन्मुक्त तब तलक लील ना जाती काया उनकी मानुष, फिर बिसात क्या है तेरी ? अब उठना तेरा जरूरी है, माया की जाल भेदना भी जरूरी है, पोछ कर अश्क अपने आप ही उठ तू साइन में जो बोझ है दफ़न कर तू, दुनिया के बाज़ार में तू अपना है ग़र तू अपने काम का है, उठ अब तू,पंखों को समेट कर की कर्म ही तेरे अपने है, उड़ तू अब. ©Avinash Jha

Avinash Jha

Every wave is an opportunity; the depth is only a test of how high you are willing to rise above. ©Srinivas

Srinivas

In the quiet corners of our hearts, A longing for justice never departs. We stand together, both young and old, For Tilottama's story to be told. Through fields of dreams and skies so wide, We envision kites that soar with pride. Each thread a hope, each flutter a plea, For fairness and truth to set her free. Children's laughter mingles with the breeze, As they send their kites with gentle ease. Their innocence, a beacon bright, Guides us all through the darkest night. Every color, every kite that soars, Carries wishes to distant shores. To see Tilottama's justice come, And peace, at last, for everyone. In the dance of kites and whispers soft, We await the day when wrongs are off, And Tilottama's name shines clear, In justice's light, forever near. ©twisha ray

twisha ray

White When Desires Rise When desires rise, like whispered flames, Reason fades, forgetting names. A single touch, a glance, a spark, And shadows dance within the dark. Logic waits by reason’s door, Silent now, not heard before, As passion’s pull, fierce and swift, Carries the heart in a headlong drift. The mind’s calm voice grows soft and thin, Drowned by the storm that brews within. A tethered soul breaks loose in flight, Chasing stars in the dead of night. For when desires come into play, The world dissolves in shades of gray. A fevered dream, a hunger deep, Where thoughts lie bound, and senses leap. And though it fades with morning’s call, In desire’s spell, we lose it all— Reason’s hand, its careful sway, Swept aside, when passions play. ©Saleha ashfaq

Saleha ashfaq

White उठना जरूरी है बहुत हुआ ग़मो को संजोए रखना, अश्रु की मोतियों की माला पिरोना, यादों की बाज़ार में एक दफ़ा तू झांक कर तो देख बढ़ गए है यूँही सब इधर कदम बढ़ा कर, कौन है यहां याराना तेरा बता तू जरा, किधर को थे वो सारे जो अब तलक तेरे थे ? वक़्त की नज़ाकत है ये तो बातें सारी यहाँ न कोई अपना न पराया, माया सारी, पत्थर भी इधर पूजे जाते, उम्मीद जब तलक सौंप जल को नाचते उन्मुक्त तब तलक लील ना जाती काया उनकी मानुष, फिर बिसात क्या है तेरी ? अब उठना तेरा जरूरी है, माया की जाल भेदना भी जरूरी है, पोछ कर अश्क अपने आप ही उठ तू साइन में जो बोझ है दफ़न कर तू, दुनिया के बाज़ार में तू अपना है ग़र तू अपने काम का है, उठ अब तू,पंखों को समेट कर की कर्म ही तेरे अपने है, उड़ तू अब. ©Avinash Jha

Avinash Jha

Every wave is an opportunity; the depth is only a test of how high you are willing to rise above. ©Srinivas

Srinivas

In the quiet corners of our hearts, A longing for justice never departs. We stand together, both young and old, For Tilottama's story to be told. Through fields of dreams and skies so wide, We envision kites that soar with pride. Each thread a hope, each flutter a plea, For fairness and truth to set her free. Children's laughter mingles with the breeze, As they send their kites with gentle ease. Their innocence, a beacon bright, Guides us all through the darkest night. Every color, every kite that soars, Carries wishes to distant shores. To see Tilottama's justice come, And peace, at last, for everyone. In the dance of kites and whispers soft, We await the day when wrongs are off, And Tilottama's name shines clear, In justice's light, forever near. ©twisha ray

twisha ray