Muddey toh kaii aur hain (मुद्दे तो कई और हैं)
Mistella
by Mistella
4y ago
Muddey toh kaii aur hain, Muddey toh kaii aur hain, Kafan bhale sab ek se hain, Par laashein to kaii aur hain. Laashein hain.. bhukhmari ki. Laashein hain.. Garibi ki, Berozgari ki, Nazarandazgi ki. Maano sab zinda hi baithi hain. Sab CAA ka kafan odhe, Kaii shaheen bagh banaye baithi hain. Par muddey toh kaii aur hain. Bekhabari to kuch yu faili hai yahan Ki hum dard ka kaaran kuch aur hi samajh baithe hain. Par bimariyan toh kaii aur hain, Aur hum ilaaj kuch aur hi samajh baithe hain. Adhikar mangne baithe hain, Adhikaron se jo hain bekhabar. Mombattiyan pighalane baithe hain, Sa ..read more
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Mitti (मिट्टी)
Mistella
by Mistella
4y ago
Mitti hu main, Mitti ho tum, Hawaon se keh do Kar de humein gum. Main kaali banu, Tum laal bano, Mohalat ko jo rahe Wo malaal bano. Main khaad banu, Tum baag bano, Kheton se jo aaye Wo raag bano. Main lipti milu kulhari me, Tum faslon ki palang ban jana. Chahe chot kitni bhi khani pare, Banjar zameen na tum kahlana. Milenge lahron me hum kabhi, Jb samandar me jana hoga. Nadiyon sang sair karenge dono, Tumhe kissa bhi to sunana hoga! Chahe dur thikana ho apna, Kinaare alag ho jayein bhale, Tum khushboo apni failana, Jab jab ye hawayein chale. MittiAll rights reserved by Mistel ..read more
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Heart losing all alone
Mistella
by Mistella
4y ago
Losing, running Heart beats till the dawn, Catching up with the rush, Alas! I’m left all alone. Isolated, crying– Crying till the dawn. Alas! I’m left all alone. Millions of voices I hear– One following the curls, Other, running out of fear. But the heart fails Every time– To catch up with the rush, Beats are tired, Leaving me all alone. Alas! They’re crying till the dawn. Isolated, surrounded by rush– I hear people crying till the dawn. Alas! All are left alone. Losing all aloneAbout “Heart losing all alone” Maya Angelou‘s poem “Alone”, basically inspired me. She wrote how ..read more
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Mohabbat
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by Mistella
4y ago
Mohabbat se pucho ki “tum kaun ho”, Hum pahchan apni btayenge. Masnad par tumhe bithayenge, Khud zameen pe hum baith jayenge. Tabiyat se tohfey bhijwayenge, Tumhari diwali par mithaee bhi khayenge. Har eid par gale se lagayenge, Tumhe sewaiyaan bhi khilayenge. Upar wale ka naam to hum bhi lete hain Tum use ishwar kahte ho to hum khuda kah lete hain. Mohabbat se dekho ki “wo kaun hai”, Dono ek hi nazar aayenge. Dua tum masjid me mango, Hum mandir me prarthana karne aayenge. Par ye nafrat mitaane, Na to mere khuda, na tumhare ishwar utar kar aayenge. Aao zara mil kar puche “yeh kaun hain ..read more
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A Tale of Saree and Skirt
Mistella
by Mistella
4y ago
A tale of Saree and Skirt Once the skirt came back home, Crying, torn, bloody, fighting alone. When asked about the matter, She shouted the name with a “bhaiya” in the end. But hell, her eyes wanted nothing but revenge. She fell unconscious, murmuring for justice, Wanting to fight against the culprit. The skirt stopped playing on the streets, School, studies, career, all disappeared from her dreams. The saree often thinks of her playing, Getting hurt while running. But this time when she came The blood was flowing from the inside. She rushed to door, closing it with an attempt to hide. S ..read more
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Droplets of Dread
Mistella
by Mistella
4y ago
Changing colors of the sky, Falling wings which once used to fly, Asked her eyes to shut for a while But they flowed and flowed like the Nile. When the sky became dim And the stars begun to glim, She waited for the droplets of dread To dry over her cheeks without getting spread. But then she met a night When those droplets of dread begun to fight With her eyes, refusing to fall, And her ears could hear the whispering wall. It mocked at her misfortune, Calling her by different names, by changing the tune. But a day came when she gave up the battle, Nothing could be heard but a rattle ..read more
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Ganges at six in the morning (A Haibun)
Mistella
by Mistella
4y ago
(Photo by NurPhoto/NurPhoto via Getty Images)6’O clock I and me, crossing the Ganges on a freight train, see the horizon enveloped in life. Indian women with their own elegance borrow water from the goddess. Men, after the holy dip, join their hands before the sun. Heart of India Lies in this stream, which spread and Sanctify their souls. I can see life and death at the same time. Bodies which no longer breathe, are being drown in it. Also, the bodies which breathe are drawing water to drink. But it’s difficult to find which body is alive and which one’s dead. Plastics, garbage, danc ..read more
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A Voice is heard (A Poem)
Mistella
by Mistella
4y ago
The tumult A voice is heard often Like a lion roaring in a den. He wants to come out, Roar once again, slake his drought. But another voice is heard again, It rebukes the lion and closes the den. This voice sounds like that of a man Who wants to do all, but has no plan. The day isn’t too far When the tumult will turn into a war. Face of lion with a body of man, I see, None is ready to set the other free. This war of the voices begins with the sunrise, And ends at the moment I close my eyes. This is the way where monsters tread, Head’s alive, while the heart’s dead. Written in re ..read more
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The Coffee House – Episode 3
Mistella
by Mistella
4y ago
Ved came back to his house. He was lost somewhere. “When you can’t find a solution, try solving other problems. You may find the solution to it on your own, at the end.”- Read a message from Lavanya on his phone. Ved wanted but failed to gather the courage to reply her back. But this message reminded him of their past. It was a time when Lavanya used to be a girl who knew nothing but to “live”. She never disclosed her other side to anyone. But Ved was the one, with whom she revealed her hidden side, but still not everything. One day, Ved called and asked her to meet- “Where?” “The Coffee House ..read more
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Yours and Mine (A Poem)
Mistella
by Mistella
4y ago
I saw a dream of a floating corpse, Sleeping in peace, with no warps. I wonder what it would be dreaming, No commands, no regrets, but eyes still not gleaming. Will it ever get tired of this night, And wish for a morning beam to enter its sight? Or is it better to lie in dark, Where birds never chirp, dogs never bark? What if Endymion suddenly opens his eyes, Finds no beauty, no color and nobody wise. Will he choose to sleep again in dark, Or wander to see the change, what would be his remark? If a body is sleeping with its eyes closed, The dream can break without being disclosed. Whi ..read more
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