Hang till death, Hang all fear, BHAGAT SINGH, RAJGURU, Sacrifices here, Motherland in slavery, Not to be bear.....So Celebrate liberty, After 150 years.....

Someone asked me, what's your life's biggest regression I replied with a single word , "expectations". It had a deep meaning, But all had expectations for healing.. Less you expect, more you will be happy! But this is just a line , no one really ditch this,how tricky!! Many ends with happy phase, many with sad, Depends on each's effort,level and end..

As the nights draw closer And every soul is put into a deep slumber, The demons start howling Into the mind of the girl. She screams herself to sleep, Trying so hard to kill the devil , But little do we know , That her life was already surrounded By the shadows of the evil? The scratches on her neck, And blood clot on her knees, Reminds her of the thunderstorms She had to face "THAT NIGHT", as she screams. Her privacy was disclosed As reality is not encapsulated, It is far different from the cyber world With only one similarity of heinous crimes. But oh! The society- She was not judged by her dress As it was her school costume , Yet her life turned into a mess. Turns out it was the darkness of the night While she was coming back from her tuition, Which was the reason behind the girl being judged Without any more confusion! And the mother nature wonders, "Is that fault pointed towards her, Or am I being considered As the villain of the nightmare !?" Since being identified as a woman Puts a lot of restrictions , And one will never deny That the night being dark was a misconception. Dresses are torn even in the bright daylight, Bloods flood up the drains even when the birds chirp. But the guilt is never accepted, As we girls are always the carriers, Carriers of all the misdoings , Conducted every single nights and brights!

Wearing mama's heels I stole the reels And said, look mama how much I have grown. Standing on the stool, I grabbed the tools And said, look mama how much I have grown. Making mustache from didi's sketch, I said look mama how much I have grown. Shaving with daddy's cream. I said, "Mama, look how much I've grown." Carrying veggie bags on shoulders to see biceps, I said, look Mama, how much I have grown. Today, I drove scooty, to take mama for a ride. Mama smiled and said, how much you have grown.

Hope -poem Hope is the indeed need of our generation Sans it we are going to be deterioration Seeking us in thedampdarkness Lightning up our wisdom amass Tending to fabricate us priceless Is one and only tool "The Hope" With this,handle everything with cope

तिरंगा:-> देखो , हरओर तिरंगा | भारतीय परचम, विश्व में चमका | , मे समरसता , माटी की सुगन्धता | तन-मन हैं उस पर , जिस पर, विश्व है डोलता || स्वरचित रचना, रचना बहल, कानपुर (उ.प्र)