Ashika Akash

Tumhara na hokar bhi hona iteefaq hai kya? kya tumhe bhi mujhse pyaar hai kya? kya tumhare pashtaave, tumse aur galtiyan krwa rahe! kya abb ham hamesa ke liye dur ja rhe ? hoga tumhare pass sara jahan par kuch sapne maine bhi dekhe thee apne . Jo hamesa raha aur rahega uski qadar nhi par jo chor jayega wo hai tumhara sara jahan!! Yakeen krna mushkil hai par mujhe abhi bhi tumse pyaar hai... par meri baaton ka ab tumpe na koi bhar hai  Juda thee tum kal, juda ho tum aaj bhi... kosishein ki hazar par isqh ek tarfa hai aaj bhi, isqh ek tarfa hai aaj bhi... ye ishq gulami nahi isliye tumhe kaid nahi karna chahti, ab main jatana nahi chahti,  tumhe aur satana nahi chahti! jo main samjhana chahti hu wo tum kabhi samjh nahi sakte isliye main ab samjhana nahi chahti... tumhari chuppi mere saare sawalon ka jawab bann jati hai, mera hona ya na hona tumhare liye ek baat bann jati hai... bss ek akhri darquast hai tumse bhi ab tum mujhse bhi koi tamanna mat rakhna  ab tum mujhse koi v...

 Aaj main bazar gayi  na na krte huye bhi apne liye ek kitab le ayi... Har baar ki tarah iss baar bhi laga tha isme kuch toh khass hai ... Sau panne palte par ruki kis par bhi na Padhti chali gayi pnna pnna  Jaise ikhtitam koi hona jab ruki kitab khtm ho chuki thi  Aur ghadi mein dekha toh subha ke 6 bajj chuke thee. Par wo kahani khatm nhi huyi  aisa laga mano shuruwat huyi hai mere barkat ki, hifazat thi toh inkaar ki naubat na ayi... Socha wo shakhs bhi toh aisa hi tha khtm ho chuka par jeevan de gaya mujhe  Kya malum kis haal mein pada hoga woh... jaise pari rehti hai purani kitaabe mez ke ek kone par, par unhe phekta koi nhi.. Uske diye dard lakh baar chilaye mere seene mein dafan par maine barf ki patti bandh di thi apni aakhon pr ... Dur se sor krta woh ya sirf uski parchhayi?  Jab main hosh mein ayi  wo tha wahi uss mez par  Jis kitab ki keemat main kabhi na bhar paayi..

Yaad aati hai 2020 se phele ki Holi ki , Yaad aate hai befikr bekauf baache jo gaon ki galiyon mein kameez phad kar holi khela karte thee , kyuki bura manna mana haina ... Ab kha rahi wo baat , na rahein logg, jo reh gaye unse bhi kam hone lagi mulakaat ... ab wo ladkiyan mujhe ghar aakar nahi bolti "Didi chalo na bahar , rang lagayenge apko" ab wo chhat se chhat pe pichkari se waar kon karega ? dhero mithaiyian kon batega ? kon hoga hasne wala ? baat baat pe roone wala , aur jab dadi kuch kaam dede toh muh phulane wala?... yaad aati hai ... uss har ek shaqs ki jo shaam hote hi holi wale ghar mein abeer khelne aate thee .. woh rang mano prateek thee ek ummed ki .. chaye jeevan mein kitna bhi dukh aye ham haar nahi manenge, aur sada sath rahenge. ajj rang toh kal tumhari khali jholi bhi bhar denge.. Pata hai , jab ham bachon ko chocolates dete thee toh unke chere ka noor kuch aur hi hota tha ... woh kya haina mummy janti thi ki unki bachi ko chocolates pasand hai toh unko bhi ...

 Mai sab bhulne lagi hu , Kyuki kisi ne mujhse pucha hi nahi, Samaj se nazre milane lagi hu  kyuki apno ne mujhe samjha hi nahi

 I'm the youngest daughter of my family  Or they say the dumbest of the family  Don't ask her , she won't know  Let her be , she is spoilt.. having it all The comfort, luxuries, guidance and protection. From far , all assume I'm fine  Little do they know the battles I'm fighting to be myself . I hate the rules & the overcare cages my tolerance  Comments passed on to me for not being like my elder brother or not having the face of my mom Who will tell them?  I'm born in an already built house but I'm built different  Food already on my plate, clothes which I never wear , but  I'm aware  I'm grateful for it all  I'm always taught to stay within limits, my confidence is pulled down , maintain our reputation, behave like a good girl Did my parents ever have time to know me?  No. I just wanted them to owe me Slap me , make me angry, tell me my mistakes... the expectations and comparison is just a waste. This was a tale of the yo...

 Days when it felt like I had you were the best ones. Not does destiny decide where I'll be rather, my destiny is itself finding its own. Restless, not because it's worth it but to keep myself tolerated. Turning pages, I see my story the untold ones will always be my glory. Yes, we hide things just to make everything alright.  The overwhelming desire of discreet people to be overshown always tempts me to hiss.  The gleaming sun rescued a repulsive thought. Worn out clothes, old coffee mugs and ofcourse, those small earrings in the corner of the closet make me happy.  See yourself, yes you Are you less than a beauty? Having malicious behaviour towards oneself causes nothing but harm.