आख़िर क्यों लिखती हूँ

ख़्याल- तितलियाँ है.
आँखों से ओंझल होते ही
कायनात में समा जाती है.

वक़्त की धार जब सबकुछ बहा ले जाती है
इन बिखरे शब्दो के जाल में
आँसू और मुस्कान-
कुछ छाप छोड़ जाते है.
गुनगुनाने के लिए उम्र भर.

दिल रोता है तो हमेशा
आँसू ही नहीं बहते.
कुछ और भी है.

खुश होने के लिए मौके
कल्पनाओं में भी मिल जाते हैं
कभी कभी.

शायद लिखने भर से हीं
सुकून सा कुछ मिल जाता हैं
रूह को जीने के लिए.

This is in response to WriteTribe prompt and the Thursday bloghop #80 at the Writer’s Post.

June Photo a Day 4: After Dark

June Photo a Day 3: On my table

Here comes our Pinku in all her glory to say Hello to all you lovely people out there. Yes, she loves Margarita as much as We do. Come, join us, to beat the Dilli heat.

Pinku is the symbol of our love and enthusiasm for everything Paper. 

June Photo a Day 1: B is for?

Breads layered and topped and doused and surrounded and complimented with Awesomeness. :D

While in McLeodganj we ate all the time. Every time. At Jimmy's this awesomeness is prepared and served with love and care.  ♥

June Photo a Day 2: A Moment

She gave birth to her child in quietude. When pain decided to not leave her side, her solitude and her strength stood by her like pillars. She was never alone. Because when it comes to her Child, She-the Mother knows it all.

Here is a photo of a moment that I encountered on one mundane day. A moment that can surpass any other moment. Needless to say it was not a mundane day anymore.

But it pains to see that even during such a critical situation, her owners did not bother to take care of her. I do not know how did she enter that lonesome residential park to give birth to her child, all I know there was none near her other than few passerby just like me who halted there to experience this miracle called Childbirth.

I remember my nani used to take care of her cows and other pets like her own child. The pregnant animals in villages are still given every bit of extra care and attention that they deserve. I have seen people giving food and shelter to stray bitches and cats especially when they are in their pre and post delivery stages.But why the city people are wiping off the elements of compassion and humanity from their hearts?