Jahnvi Rupareliya

Subah by Rakesh Tiwari #poetryheals

Hope

Zehen se Zubaan tak by Shaurya Shah

Rare are the moments, when we ourselves realise how unreal we keep becoming on the outside on a daily basis. This keeps increasing the gap between the inside and what comes out as words.समय, Situation हमसे शायद ये demand करता है, और हम comfortably ऐसे ही बन जाते हैं और बनते चलें जातें हैं. अभी, recently I happened to be amongst people where this was not required by many.... जब सब ने ज़ेहन से जुबां तक का सफर तै कर ही लिया ... तो सब न सिर्फ एक दूसरे से easily connect हो गए बल्कि जैसे खुद से मिल लिये ...!This may not be a forever place, but at least, we know, it can be visited and how...!

हारा हूँ सौ बार गुनाहों से लड़-लड़कर by Kedarnath Agarwal

हारा हूँ सौ बार गुनाहों से लड़-लड़करलेकिन बारंबार लड़ा हूँ मैं उठ-उठकरइससे मेरा हर गुनाह भी मुझसे हारामैंने अपने जीवन को इस तरह उबारा डूबा हूँ हर रोज़ किनारे तक आ-आकरलेकिन मैं हर रोज़ उगा हूँ जैसे दिनकरइससे मेरी असफलता भी मुझसे हारीमैंने अपनी सुंदरता इस तरह सँवारी

दुनिया में अच्छे लोगों की कमी नहीं है by Vinod Kumar Shukla

Vinod Kumar Shukla Born: 1 Jan 1937, Died: 23 Dec 2025 (88 years)I have recited him once before on this podcast and today as a small tributary where... the poem is hopelessly hopeful....दुनिया में अच्छे लोगों की कमी नहीं है. I have liked the Idea of belief in there's enough goodness and therefore it's very natural for me to like this poem. However there's more reason to this recitation: और कितना समय बीत गया हैलौटकर मैं घर नहींघर-घर पहुँचना चाहता हूँऔर चला जाता हूँ।Let the listeners of this poem, meet Vinod ji... let him visit every listener's and reader's home this way... let his belief reach through. 🙏

मैं तुमसे सिर्फ़ प्रेम नहीं करती by Poulomi Shrinivas

In this beautiful poem on being in love feeling like writing a poem for infinity.... ! where the subtle presence of one's partner is woven into every moment of the other's being... the mention of सुबह शाम रात दिन... then further to सांस, लफ़्ज़ों, ख़्वाबों, सुकून... meaning in every एहसास. ... as long as one breaths this poetry continues and beyond... अनंत कविता का जन्म. Such is the love where... when one meets or is at a distance... when one gives words to love or remains engrossed in daily mundane and remains silent. And while ending, even after expressing so deeply beautifully.. the poet feels... so much said is still unread and unheard by her lover... and also she still feels unexpressed even after expressing this infinite love when she asks the partner if he too feels unexpressed ?Such is a person's state in love.... weaving a continuous poem.