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Long Distance Relationship

When we don’t talk is this the distance?

When we don’t ask how we are is this the distance?

When we don’t contact our eyes is that is the distance?

When we ignore each other is that is the distance?

 

Distances are not gap of physical measures,

Distances are not gap in understanding,

Distances are not gap in mutual admiring,

Distances are not gap of judgments,

 

Distances are when we couldn’t understand each other’s silence

Distances are  when we can’t respect our diversity,

Distances when we overlook learning from our mistakes,

Distances are when we don’t  encourage each other,

 

Distances are not distanced till it only in mind of each other,

Distances are not distanced till we defend each other,

Distances are not distanced till we struggle for each other,

Distances are not distanced till we  motivate each other,

 

There is distance between the earth and moon,

Still, they are in relationship with  each other, from very long distance,

Yet, they are in harmony, in love, in affection, in a relationship,

Yes because they  are in a true relationship,

In Long distance relationship.

 

©ABHISHEK YADAV -2018

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Posted in Poetry

Bird and Fish

 

She is cozy bird,

 Flying across seas, roaming all over the world

Migrating from season to season,

Following her  endless journey of life,

Yet you, looks  down in ocean of your tears,

 to see glimpses of your love, The fish,

 

Yes, I am your perplex fish,

Under the water, in another world,

Living in different society, living with different norms,

Far from you, inaccessible, undependable, intangible, freelancer,

 In a parallel universe from you.

 

Yes, We are bird and fish, different persons, from different worlds,

Can’t live together,  stiff to live without each other.

I just can hug your shadow, you just can kiss my glimpse.

Jeopardized of relationship and magnetism of association.

 

We are far, yet we close, too hard to describe our relationship.

Yet, still, I can feel warmness from you.

And you are could fulfill quench by me.

Take care of yourself, My bird

Might be we would meet in the alternate world.

 

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© Abhishek Yadav 2018

Posted in Hindi

Random 

These are not my words, but really I find find them inspiring, yes it’s good sometimes to be average than a top notch. 

PERMISSION TO BE AVERAGE

It’s okay to be average! To do your best and know that it’s good enough. To fail. To try and fall flat on your face. To be imperfect. To be adequate, unspecial, and not the greatest.
In all cases, you are loveable, and miraculous as you are. Your human limitations and imperfections are beautiful and perfect in the eyes of the Universe. Take the pressure off yourself to be the biggest and the best, the most successful and the most loved, and bless yourself for being exactly what you are. 
Realise that this radical self-love has nothing to do with ‘giving up’ or ‘settling for less’; it’s actually the basis of a joyful, liberated and abundant life. 
Be average, 

and dance into the miracle. 
– Jeff Foster

Posted in Hindi

अनकही बाते…..

आज रात भर चाँद को देख कर रात गुजारी ,

न जाने क्यों , अजीब सा दिल था ?

रात तो काली थी पर बहार  बिखरा दूधिया उजाला था ,

हवाओ में सिहरन थी , और

ओश पिघली, सरकती सी बाह रही थी ,

कनपटी से ।

चारो ओर सनाटा था ,

 

बस जो धधक रही थी ,मेरे सीने में ,

एक बेबसी थी , अपने सपनो को पिघलता देख,

अपनी चाहते को, टूटी पत्तियों में दबता देख ,

और , जब न सह सका कड़कड़ाती ठण्ड ।

तो  अलाव जला ली, अपने सतरंगी वादों की ,

और  ऊंची ऊंची लपटों  में  अर्पित कर दी दमकती परछाइयाँ |

 

अब ,सुबह बस बची है ,बस चमकीली राख ,

सोचता हूँ ,की कहाँ ठिकाने लगाऊ अपनी,

 

इन अनकही बातो का  ?

© Abhishek Yadav 2017

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Posted in Hindi

सर्दी

नर्म घासो के गद्दे पर, चमकीली ओश की बतलाती थी ,
की रात, तुम हो  ।
टूटी हुई पत्तियों की चुरमुराहट  सुनाती थी ,
तुम्हारे होने का एहसास ।
बासी काली राख, हुआ करती  थी,
तुम्हारे बातो की गवाह ।
और बेतर-बीती से बिखरे प्याले, गरम होते थे ,
तुम्हारे बोसे से ।

 

आज भी  ओश की बारिश होती है ,
आज भी चाय के प्याले सजते है ,
आज भी अलाव की राख पसरती है ,
आज भी पछुआ बहती है ,
और आज भी तारो की बारात सजती है ।

 

पर न जाने क्यों दो लोग उदास होते  , आजकल ,
एक मै और दूसरा बूढ़ा चाँद ,
क्यों की हम दोनों को आज कल ,
आपस में  ही बाते करनी पड़ती है,
बाकि अब क्या कहु तुमसे ,

 

अब तो पहले जैसी ठंडक भी कहा पड़ती है ।

 

© Abhishek Yadav -2017

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वापसी

बड़े दिनों सो कुछ मित्रो ने किखा की मैं क्यों आज कल कुछ लिख नहीं रहा हूँ, कहा व्यस्त हूँ ,
बस सब मित्रो को धन्यवाद, और उनसब के लिए लिख रहा हूँ ।

कुछ वक्त की मज़बूरी थी , और कुछ मै बेबस था,
लिखना मेरा शौक ,नहीं, मज़बूरी भी है ,
बस ,कुछ मजबूर था , जिंदगी की आपा धापी में ,
और बदहवासी में, अब वापस आया हूँ
ये जान कर , की मैं कौन हूँ !!

बाकि सब कुशल मंगल है, अब फिर से बातें होगी

 

Posted in Blogs

I am back, i am alive

Some many for of my friends and reader were saying that, why I am not active and composing something, this is for those my good wishers.

I was cocooned, but not frozen,

I was busy, yet awaken,

I was involved in business but not broken,

Yes, I am back, not just for you, but this time for me,

for myself, because writing is not my hobby

but the expression of me to myself.

yes I am still alive

Yes, dear, I am back and this time more mature and expression, sorry for occupancy in materialistic and practical life.

Posted in Hindi

स्वतंत्रता दिवस, independence day 

स्वतंत्रता दिवस की आप सब लोगों को शुभकामनाएं  और नमन है, उन सब स्वतंत्रता संग्राम सेनानियों को जिन्होंने 1857 से लेकर 1947 अपनी आहुति देकर आने वाली पीढ़ियों के स्वतंत्रता की नींव रखी ,ताकि हम जैसी पीढ़ी स्वतंत्रता विचारों, स्वतंत्रता स्वपनों और स्वतंत्र प्रयासों से महान भारतवर्ष की स्थापना कर सके।

#वंदेमातरम।
Wishing Happy independence day to all of you and highly salute to all martyrs of independence struggle since 1857 to 1947 who became founding stones of our independence so that new generations like us could see free dreams, think free and make efforts to make India united and unstoppable. 

#Jai_Hind.

Posted in Poetry

I will rise

 

 

 

When I woke up today, I realised,
My shattered dreams was bleeding o the floor,
My broken expectations were taking last breaths,
My unfilled love was clouding in vein,
 My underachievement was shouting me,
My shortcoming was flaunting on window,
My heart was aching, running wild.

 

 

I was numbed, shocked, stationary what to do,
Where to cry, for all these disasters,
whom to blame for  these mishappening,
Where to sprinkle my tears,
Whom to pour my grief,
Where to end my pain.

 

 

Then, after a heavy exhale,
I smile and spoke to me,
This is genesis of new beginning,
I will not be settled down, I will not rest,
My this  graveyard would be for my tomorrow,
Dear world, I will rise again.

 

 

©Abhishek Yadav -2017
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Posted in Hindi

ख्याल

हर बार अपनी बेबस मुहब्बत के जनाजे पर,
खुद को ये बोलकर समझाया ,
कोई और है,तेरी पाक मुहब्बत |

न जाने कब ,’पाक मुहब्बत’ के इंतज़ार में
मेरी पाक मुहब्बत , नापाक करार हो गयी ,
और बदनाम हो गए हम, तुम पे एतबार कर के मौला |