Monday, March 19, 2018

My Dreams

My Dreams....

  I saw this dream last night that I'm heading towards an unknown place with a stranger, he held my hand and we ran miles across, all barefoot. After a while, the land ended and we saw this huge waterfall…he told me to jump but I refused as I didn't know swimming but he told me that he will make me learn how to swim.And we jumped… I was trying hard to swim but I couldn’t do that…this stranger, he held my hand and told me to breathe underneath the water..I denied, also I could see few bubbles coming out through my nose and mouth…and I was trying to get rid of him..but he held my hand and told me to do so… then I felt that I am completely going out of breath…and I started inhaling and exhaling water…after doing it multiple times I was all comfortable now…and observed the fish tail attached to my lower body instead of my legs….we both turned into a mermaid…and continued our journey. I was still unknown to our destiny…but I kept on following him…and after a while..I could see the beach..but I don’t wanted to leave water…soon I saw my fish tail converted to human legs again…and headed towards the forest with this stranger… it was extremely cold and quite..I could listen to birds chirping and the sound of sea waves..there was this small cottage…he told me to get inside…everything in that room was made up of wood…I loved the big mirror and the wardrobe…it had one of the most perfect wood quality… he told me to wait here until he comes up with some woods to keep us warm it was difficult to survive there in such a cold weather… he went and came up after a while…he told me to sit down and listen to him carefully…. He told me…I know everything about you…this dream is common for both of us….He told me that we both share the same dreams, every time…but we cannot see each other…this is the only opportunity we have.. he said…this is the dream where we have seen each other for the first time…and the dream Gods/Scientists/Aliens are not happy with the same…he said…we are their programs, the only 2 being who are real …rest of the world is made up of 0 and 1 …this island this place is the only real place where we both can of the world is their experiment…and we are their subject ..the dream subject…and then I woke up…it was 4 AM in the morning….post which I couldn’t sleep at all… 

Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Ek safed kapde se dhaka hua chehra, hathon mei bandook or naino me kari raatiyan, baithe the kabhi nadi ke kinare..dheer sari baatei suntey sunatey..pahuch gaye Ganga paar tumhare sahare, Vrindhavan dhoti mei lagey the tum badey pyare, surkh maathey pe tha ek lamba sa lal teeka, galon mei chalta hai brahmand tumhare yu muskane par.. ek dost ek yaar ka gum hua fir ankhein khul jaane par... Gacchami Gacchami ..Gacchami ..

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Ek kavita sadiyon purani..

Aaj kisi ne kaha ye bahut achi kavita likhti hain...
Sun ke thoda ajeeb sa laga, sankoch sa hua ek "haan" bolne mei,
"Shayad" keh kar kuch sochne lagi, akhir kavita likhe jo zamana ho gaya tha...
Irshad kiya tha jinhone wah kafi sajjan the, to mana nahi kiya gaya unse...
Kuch kagazon pe dhul ki parat hathatey huye..har ek panney ko gaur se dekha,
Seelan aur syahi ki khushboo us sawan ki yaad dila rahi thi....
Jab sukhi mitti pe do char din lagatar barish honey ke baad choti choti ghas nikal aati thi...
Har ek barish ki bund un podhe mei jab pardti thi, bahut gaur se dekha karte the unhe..
"Arey kaha kho gayi Shivani ji, humne kaha irshad" ... un sajjan vyakti ne dobara kaha..
Ab aaj ke zamane mei isko "dumb"  ya " lost" bhi bol diya jata hai, ab kya inhe boley ,hum kavita apne aapko kho kar hi to paatey hai..
Khair, 4,5 kavita mili, ab kaun si chunu inmme se ye samajh nahi aa raha tha...
Aalochna  na karey hamare kisi lekh pe koi, is baat ka darr sa tha kahi na kahi,
Tabhi unme se ek kavita mili, jo barso pehle humne likhi thi kisi ki yaad mei..
Par aalochna ke bhay se,ussey na chun ke koi aur kavita unhe sunayi...
Wo kavita pardhtey huye suna to rahi thi, par hamara khyal us pehli kavita mei hi basa tha..
Un purani yaadon mei khoya tha, us beete huye kal mei chala gaya tha..
"Bahut khuub bahut khub"  sunayi diya hume kahi se, dhyan se dekha to
purnviram ungli ke neeche chipa tha..

-Shivani Singh

Sunday, October 23, 2016


If Universe is infinite, why we are setting up limits to ourselves or for others ..where to go where not to why this is even being discussed, go till infinity..the universe will accept you..Universe is everything , infinity is everything. 

Friday, August 14, 2015


Sagar ki uthti baithti lehren,
Hai na jane kis kashmakash mei?
kabhi rait se milne ko aage badhti,
to kabhi wapas laut jaati
kya hai uske mann mei?
kaun si baat chupayi hai?
wo raaz kitna gehra hai?
kuch to bol ae Sagar..


Friday, July 24, 2015

Few poems are just so great that they can make your soul cry out

Jab jab dard ka baadal chhaya
Jab jab gam ka saya lehraaya
Jab aansoo palkon tak aaya
Jab yeh tanha dil ghabraaya
Hum ne dil ko yeh samjhaya
Dil aakhir tu kyun rota hai?
Duniya mein yun hi hota hai
Yeh jo gehre sannate hain
Waqt ne sabko hi baante hain
Thoda gham hai sabka qissa
Thodi dhoop hai sabka hissa
Aankh teri bekaar hi nam hai
Har pal ek naya mausam hai
Kyun tu aise pal khota hai
Dil aakhir tu kyun rota hai
-Shri Javed Akhtar

Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Sensitive people are the most genuine and honest people you will ever meet. There is nothing they won’t tell you about themselves if they trust your kindness. However, the moment you betray them, reject them or devalue them, they become the worse type of person. Unfortunately, they end up hurting themselves in the long run. They don’t want to hurt other people. It is against their very nature. They want to make amends and undo the wrong they did. Their life is a wave of highs and lows.

They live with guilt and constant pain over unresolved situations and misunderstandings. They are tortured souls that are not able to live with hatred or being hated. This type of person needs the most love anyone can give them because their soul has been constantly bruised by others. However, despite the tragedy of what they have to go through in life, they remain the most compassionate people worth knowing, and the ones that often become activists for the broken hearted, forgotten and the misunderstood. They are angels with broken wings that only fly when loved.

-Shannon L. Alder-