Versatile Soul

है कौन वो ? क्या उसका है ? गांव है ? शहर है या देश है ? या सारी दुनिया उसकी है ? यह मज़दूर है , पाया जाता हर जगह ज़रूर है |  पर कितना इनका अपमान किया, नाम रखा पर काम लिया |  खबरों का एक अंग भी ना ठंग से इन्हें दिया  इनके दुख दर्द और कष्टों को बस  कुछ आंकड़ों में समेट दिया  इनकी व्यथा को सबने ही तो है अनसुना किया  ना दिखी कोई आस आसरे की  जब जरुरत थी उन्हें सहारे की  तालाबंदी में जब सबका घर था  उनके जीवन में नया प्रश्न था  कहाँ का वो निवासी है , आवासी है ? या बस दास ही है ? जीवन भी नहीं है उसका  जब चाहे कोई रोक लेता है |  मन चाहे जब जाने को कहता है, वह अपने दम पे ही चलता है   कभी भूख कभी प्यास से मरता है   जीने के लिए हर पल संघर्ष करता है |  आपदा में भी पलायन का किराया तक खुद ही भरता है  बाढ़ की तरह उनका जमावड़ा जब  शहरों से बहता है  सड़क, नदी और रेल की पटरी किनारे  बेबस सा दिखता है |  क्या तुमको यह भयावह  सा  नहीं लगता है ? आज यह वर्ग है  कलको तुम्हारा  भी तो हो सकता है |  सोचो उनको क्या सहारा दिया ? या बस मान लिया  हालांकि वो वंचित था, मजबूर था  आखिर वह प्रवासी मज़दूर था  पलायन उसका स्वभाव है

  To let go isn’t easy You have to chop off parts of yourself To detach, to avoid, to distance, to leave behind Things, actions and dreams that you dearly engaged in Because you believed in them and Now that your situation has changed,  and you have to let go Doesn’t in any way mean that it will be easy Though it must be done, it can never be done in its entirety How can you erase the memories? Or undo the life you dreamt of and worked for, Will changing your dreams and engaging in other things set you free? Or would they just leave you with no time to mourn your failure? Maybe that is how one is expected to let go And move on in the game of life For time would not stop and carrying the weight of dead dreams will only hollow you inside out Is that not too much to risk? Maybe that’s why you agree to move on and let it go The reality is, that it goes nowhere, it all stays You just refocus your energies Convince yourself of an alternate reality You swap the reasons for old actions with ne

  It is an observation made over some years, married women are so overburdened to maintain this social image of a good daughter-in-law that they cannot wish Mother's day just to their own mother alone. It has kind of become essential for them to tag their mothers-in-law(MIL) as well in status, social media posts and even in their DPs. On the other hand, hardly less than a per cent of men are found doing so. It is really hard to figure out women's motivation. I hope that women question themselves and ask: Why do you have to? What is pressuring you? Are you looking for social validation? Or that amazing picture of yours with MIL was taken only for this day? While most married men do not bother to do the same, what is your motivation? Dear ladies, just rethink and analyse your actions and claims. MIL can very well be respected without having to be equated with your own mothers. Well, see when men do not have to then why should you? Relieve yourselves from unnecessary social pressu