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Lili Dey

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ଟିକି ପିଲା ଟିକି ପିଲା ଟିକି ଯେ ତାର ମନ, ତମେ ଭଲସେ ନେବ ତାର ଯତନ । କଅଁଳିଆ ହୃଦୟ କୁ ତାର ସଜାଡ଼ି ଶିଖିବ, ତମେ ଯେମିତି ଗଢିବ ସେ ସେମିତି ହେବ । ସବୁବେଳେ ଶିଖାଇବ ତାକୁ ଭଲ ବ୍ୟବହାର, ତାକୁ ସଦା କହିବ କରିବ ପାଇଁ ପରୋପକାର । ଟିକି ପିଲା ଟିକି ପିଲା ଟିକି ଯେ ତାର ମନ, ତମେ ଭଲସେ ନେବ ତାର ଯତନ । ଲକ୍ଷେ କାମ ଛାଡ଼ି ରଖିବ ତା ଉପରେ ନଜର, ହେଳା କରିଲେ ତା ପ୍ରତି ସେ ଶିଖିବ କେମିତି ସୁବିଚାର । ମାତା ପିତା ତା ପ୍ରତି ଧ୍ୟାନ ଦେଲେ ତା ଜୀବନ ହେବ ଯେ ସୁଖମୟ, ତମ ଠୁ ପାଇ ଭଲ ସଂସ୍କାର ସେ ଦୁନିଆ ରେ ଗଢ଼ିବ ତା ନିଜ ପରିଚୟ । ଟିକି ପିଲା ଟିକି ପିଲା ଟିକି ଯେ ତାର ମନ, ତମେ ଭଲସେ ନେବ ତାର ଯତନ । ©Lili Dey #Childhood

ଟିକି ପିଲା ଟିକି ପିଲା ଟିକି ଯେ ତାର ମନ, ତମେ ଭଲସେ ନେବ ତାର ଯତନ । କଅଁଳିଆ ହୃଦୟ କୁ ତାର ସଜାଡ଼ି ଶିଖିବ, ତମେ ଯେମିତି ଗଢିବ ସେ ସେମିତି ହେବ । ସବୁବେଳେ ଶିଖାଇବ ତାକୁ ଭଲ ବ୍ୟବହାର, ତାକୁ ସଦା କହିବ କରିବ ପାଇଁ ପରୋପକାର । ଟିକି ପିଲା ଟିକି ପିଲା ଟିକି ଯେ ତାର ମନ, ତମେ ଭଲସେ ନେବ ତାର ଯତନ । ଲକ୍ଷେ କାମ ଛାଡ଼ି ରଖିବ ତା ଉପରେ ନଜର, ହେଳା କରିଲେ ତା ପ୍ରତି ସେ ଶିଖିବ କେମିତି ସୁବିଚାର । ମାତା ପିତା ତା ପ୍ରତି ଧ୍ୟାନ ଦେଲେ ତା ଜୀବନ ହେବ ଯେ ସୁଖମୟ, ତମ ଠୁ ପାଇ ଭଲ ସଂସ୍କାର ସେ ଦୁନିଆ ରେ ଗଢ଼ିବ ତା ନିଜ ପରିଚୟ । ଟିକି ପିଲା ଟିକି ପିଲା ଟିକି ଯେ ତାର ମନ, ତମେ ଭଲସେ ନେବ ତାର ଯତନ । ©Lili Dey #Childhood

kavi Abhishek Pathak

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फूल मुरझा जाएंगे, यादें रह जाएंगी, खुशबू बिखर जाएगी, पर निशानी रह जाएगी। पंखुड़ियों में जो रंग बसा है, वो धीरे-धीरे फीका पड़ जाएगा। वक़्त की आंधी में, ये गुलशन सूनापन हर ओर भर जाएगा। पर जो खुशबू है, दिल में बसी, वो कैसे मिट पाएगी? फूल मुरझा जाएंगे, पर उनकी यादें दिल में हमेशा मुस्कुराएंगी। खुदा से ये दुआ है हमारी, तुम्हारे दिलों का गुलशन सदा खिला रहे। फूल चाहे मुरझा जाएं, पर रिश्तों की महक बनी रहे। ©kavi Abhishek Pathak #phoolmurjhajayenge #poems #Poetry #kavishala

फूल मुरझा जाएंगे, यादें रह जाएंगी, खुशबू बिखर जाएगी, पर निशानी रह जाएगी। पंखुड़ियों में जो रंग बसा है, वो धीरे-धीरे फीका पड़ जाएगा। वक़्त की आंधी में, ये गुलशन सूनापन हर ओर भर जाएगा। पर जो खुशबू है, दिल में बसी, वो कैसे मिट पाएगी? फूल मुरझा जाएंगे, पर उनकी यादें दिल में हमेशा मुस्कुराएंगी। खुदा से ये दुआ है हमारी, तुम्हारे दिलों का गुलशन सदा खिला रहे। फूल चाहे मुरझा जाएं, पर रिश्तों की महक बनी रहे। ©kavi Abhishek Pathak #phoolmurjhajayenge #poems #Poetry #kavishala

Krishnan

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The Mountain had a Story to Tell Holding Mr. Ravi Kumar's finger, little Sruthi expressed her desire to climb the mountain. Ravi Kumar loved to climb but didn't want to risk harming his little granddaughter. He looked at her and said, "My dear, you are too small to climb, and I'm too old." "Yes, I know, Grandpa, but we both have a strong mind, and that's enough, isn't it, Grandpa?" little Sruthi asked her grandfather. Ravi Kumar observed the confidence in her face and then turned his gaze to the mountain, which responded with a smile. He thought, "Such confidence at such a young age will take her places."  Little Sruthi, already filled with excitement, was ecstatic as they reached the top of the mountain. She looked at her grandpa and said, "Yes, I was confident, but holding your hands gave me an assurance of safety." Tears came out of Ravi Kumar's eyes, and he hugged her. After spending some time on the mountain, they began to climb down. As they came down, little Shruthi turned back and saw the mountain smiling at her. She continued to hold Ravi Kumar's finger and hopped down the hill.  Years later, Shruti is back in the same place with her son. The mountain smiled at her, and she climbed with her son. Shruti walked down the memory lanes and felt like someone holding her fingers. It wasn't her son who was sitting down on the grass. A cool breeze began to blow, and she once again felt someone holding her finger and standing beside her. Shruti turned back, looked at the mountains, wiped her tears, and said,"Oh, my dear grandpa!" She felt nostalgic. Before continuing down the hill with her son, she once again looked at the mountain. The mountain smiled at her! ©Krishnan #Mountains #nostalgic #Nostalgia #grandfather #Granddaughter

The Mountain had a Story to Tell Holding Mr. Ravi Kumar's finger, little Sruthi expressed her desire to climb the mountain. Ravi Kumar loved to climb but didn't want to risk harming his little granddaughter. He looked at her and said, "My dear, you are too small to climb, and I'm too old." "Yes, I know, Grandpa, but we both have a strong mind, and that's enough, isn't it, Grandpa?" little Sruthi asked her grandfather. Ravi Kumar observed the confidence in her face and then turned his gaze to the mountain, which responded with a smile. He thought, "Such confidence at such a young age will take her places."  Little Sruthi, already filled with excitement, was ecstatic as they reached the top of the mountain. She looked at her grandpa and said, "Yes, I was confident, but holding your hands gave me an assurance of safety." Tears came out of Ravi Kumar's eyes, and he hugged her. After spending some time on the mountain, they began to climb down. As they came down, little Shruthi turned back and saw the mountain smiling at her. She continued to hold Ravi Kumar's finger and hopped down the hill.  Years later, Shruti is back in the same place with her son. The mountain smiled at her, and she climbed with her son. Shruti walked down the memory lanes and felt like someone holding her fingers. It wasn't her son who was sitting down on the grass. A cool breeze began to blow, and she once again felt someone holding her finger and standing beside her. Shruti turned back, looked at the mountains, wiped her tears, and said,"Oh, my dear grandpa!" She felt nostalgic. Before continuing down the hill with her son, she once again looked at the mountain. The mountain smiled at her! ©Krishnan #Mountains #nostalgic #Nostalgia #grandfather #Granddaughter

साहित्य संजीवनी

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White उसके घर में सजे हुए हैं कई कई ईनाम लेकिन उसकी जीभ पर हैं तलवों के निशान। -अशोक जमनानी ©साहित्य संजीवनी #good_night #Poetry #poems

White उसके घर में सजे हुए हैं कई कई ईनाम लेकिन उसकी जीभ पर हैं तलवों के निशान। -अशोक जमनानी ©साहित्य संजीवनी #good_night #Poetry #poems

Krishnan

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White Grandma Stories I still love to hear those stories narrated by my grandmother. From the starting punch line of "Once upon a time...." to the exciting finishing statement, and finally, after that, they lived happily." I used to get engrossed in every nuance of her narration. I used to persuade her to narrate the Cinderella-type story many times. The way she used to begin was perfect, drawing me into her story. "Once upon a time, there used to be a pretty girl who often rested her heart, mind, and soul every evening on the steps of the porch of her house after doing all household chores dumped on her by her arrogant stepmother and sisters. She knew no prince would come out of nowhere and hold her hand before taking her away. It happens only in dreams. Still, she waits for someone who wouldn't come. She knows that she is bound to continue as a puppet here. But what if, one day, her waiting pays off?" Then my grandmother sighed deeply and expressed her wish as she looked at me: "You know, Krishna, I hope that, one day, the prince from her dream will arrive and rescue her from this hell. But none of us can predict the future." I then raised my head from her lap and looking at her eyes, I put forward my curiosity, "Will the prince arrive, Grandma?" "Even the gods cannot resist the glowing beauty that radiates from her, along with her pure heart—let alone a prince! Let's see." She remarked before continuing with her story! ©Krishnan #Grandma #grandmother #storytelling #Childhood #childhood_memories

White Grandma Stories I still love to hear those stories narrated by my grandmother. From the starting punch line of "Once upon a time...." to the exciting finishing statement, and finally, after that, they lived happily." I used to get engrossed in every nuance of her narration. I used to persuade her to narrate the Cinderella-type story many times. The way she used to begin was perfect, drawing me into her story. "Once upon a time, there used to be a pretty girl who often rested her heart, mind, and soul every evening on the steps of the porch of her house after doing all household chores dumped on her by her arrogant stepmother and sisters. She knew no prince would come out of nowhere and hold her hand before taking her away. It happens only in dreams. Still, she waits for someone who wouldn't come. She knows that she is bound to continue as a puppet here. But what if, one day, her waiting pays off?" Then my grandmother sighed deeply and expressed her wish as she looked at me: "You know, Krishna, I hope that, one day, the prince from her dream will arrive and rescue her from this hell. But none of us can predict the future." I then raised my head from her lap and looking at her eyes, I put forward my curiosity, "Will the prince arrive, Grandma?" "Even the gods cannot resist the glowing beauty that radiates from her, along with her pure heart—let alone a prince! Let's see." She remarked before continuing with her story! ©Krishnan #Grandma #grandmother #storytelling #Childhood #childhood_memories

महज़

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दर्द को शराब में मिला के पीते गए। फिर यूँ हुआ के हम मुस्कुराते गए। पुरानी तस्वीर जो आंखों में समाई! फिर यादों को धूएं में जलाते गए। अब तो हमें साज़िशें भी जानने लगीं! आंसुओं संग खुद को बहलाते गए। भाड़े के घर को अपना समझा है मैंने! खुद को वफ़ा के सागर में डुबाते गए। करने लगे जब ज़ख्मों ने मुझसे सवाल! खामोशी की चादर खुद पे ओढ़ाते गए। ख्वाहिश थी हमसे दूर जाने की उनको! फिर नजदीकियों पे कांटे बिछाते गए। जब से दिल में बसा लिया मैने उनको! फिर दिल मे यादों के दीये जलाते गए। ©महज़ #Childhood

दर्द को शराब में मिला के पीते गए। फिर यूँ हुआ के हम मुस्कुराते गए। पुरानी तस्वीर जो आंखों में समाई! फिर यादों को धूएं में जलाते गए। अब तो हमें साज़िशें भी जानने लगीं! आंसुओं संग खुद को बहलाते गए। भाड़े के घर को अपना समझा है मैंने! खुद को वफ़ा के सागर में डुबाते गए। करने लगे जब ज़ख्मों ने मुझसे सवाल! खामोशी की चादर खुद पे ओढ़ाते गए। ख्वाहिश थी हमसे दूर जाने की उनको! फिर नजदीकियों पे कांटे बिछाते गए। जब से दिल में बसा लिया मैने उनको! फिर दिल मे यादों के दीये जलाते गए। ©महज़ #Childhood