मैं और पलाश

मास्टर जी के बेटे के मन से क्या कभी पलाश का बोझ उतर पायेगा।लाख अपराध किये पलाश ने पर जाते-जाते किसी को जीवन दान दे गया था।

Dear mom and dad

An open letter to my parents.

मेरा निक्टोफोबिया

यह भय केवल अंधकार का नहीं था बल्कि उसमे गढ़ी अज्ञात बातों, काल्पनिक भूत-प्रेतों, जीवों का भी भय था। जब भी लाइट ऑफ कर सोने की कोशिश करता तो ऐसा लगता जैसे कोई कमरे में बैठा मुझे देख रहा है। उस ओर पीठ कर सोने को होता तो लगता कि वह और पास आ गया है।

Confession from my underrated self to my present.

I know very well I may not make usual sense to you but I'm at the least sure some distinguished hearts would absolutely feel me as they read.

Confessions of a lass

The life has oodles of suffering to offer you. But the strength of morals is something that is required to wage a battle gainst your inner demons. strive ahead because you want to so something Big!

Why dad?

Lost conversation between father and son.

For the Last Time

this story is the confession of a guy who was in living-relationship but not loyal enough to deserve that girl. To know the reason read the story............

Where Arth Thou?

This poem describes the pain of a boy as the girl whom he loves left him for no reason. The boy doesn't seem to understand why she had left him. He is going through a lot of pain and desperately wants her back for he still loves her deeply.

पश्चाताप: अंतरआत्मा की आवाज

हे भगवान मुझे क्षमा कर देना, हे भगवान मुझे क्षमा कर देना।

Kid Age Confessions

Few confessions of my childhood age where i had been sinful for the love of food and Pen. This confession story picturises the devalued behaviour due to inferiority complex at my kid age.

मूक

कभी मनुष्य की इच्छाएं उससे कुछ ऐसे गुनाह करवा देती हैं जिनकी कोई माफी नहीं होती......

मेरी और नियती के बीच की लड़ाई

इन दिनों मैं खुद को मजबूत कर रहा हूँ क्योंकि आने वाले वक्त में मुझे इस मजबूती की बहुत ज़रूरत पड़ने वाली है दरअसल मुझे नहीं ये ज़रूरत मेरी ज़िम्मेदारियों को पड़ने वाली है । कुछ सालों पहले ऐसे ही दौर से गुज़रा था मगर तब डर नहीं था

कुछ अनकहे लफ्ज़

सम्भवता किसी की सहायता हो सके.....

Caste of Love

There's no place of caste, creed or anything like that in love. What is required in love is - A heart; filled with love but vacant like absolute space devoid of all kinds of social prejudices, stigmas and conditions.

Dear bestie ❤ You're special 💜

This poem.... Dedicated to someone very dear and near to my heart 💜

Bag Is Heavy

Confessing to the parents that I am under pressure. Please stop and listen. Because it is really important for me or else I may die.

Be a man

They told me not to cry "Be a man" they said She however, she pried Now her tshirt's soaked With my tears Her perfume comforts me Along with her words "It's all going to be okay" I wish I'd met her sooner She knew exactly what to say

Yes, I love you

A beautiful work which, all of a sudden, came out of my heart in the dead of night.

Dear Daddy,

DEAR GIRLS , ITS A REQUEST FROM ALL OF YOU DONT LET ANYONE TO STOP YOU FOR DOING ANYTHING BUT DO SHARE EVERYTHING WITH YOUR FAMILY.YOU ARE NOT WRONG REMEMBER IT . YOUR ARE NOT BAD BUT WORLD OUTSIDE YOUR HOUSE IS BAD .