जैसे पहली बारिश..... !

बारिश के बाद धूप....
और फिर धूप में बारिश...
बूंदों के आलस में बह रहा है
भीगा गुलमोहर......
और मैं
रूई सी हल्की हो गयी हूँ
बारिश हो रही है...
थोड़ी सी मैं भी भीग गयी हूँ.... 💕 💕
~ अर्चना
24-09-2018

When you become the wait....!

When...
You don't wait
and become the wait
the spark of those
smoky deep eyes
comes back
to cheer you up
to stimulate
that now you are free
you don't have to wait

When
You don't wait
but become the wait
The fight of that
bouncing heart
settles down
to gear you up
to congratulate
that now you are free
You don't have to wait....

You don't wait
But you become the wait....!

~ Archana
07-08-2017

नदी बह रही है...

बात तेरे होने की
या तुझे अपना
बनाने की नहीं है
बात समझने की
या समझाने की भी
नहीं है
बात इतनी सी है कि
नदी बह रही है
और हम भी

~ अर्चना
02-08-2017

Pain and Pen

Pain and Pen

Maybe that
is my super power
I can inhale pain
and breath out poetry.
-- John Mark Green

Those who write intense, effective and hitting, they often subscribe pain to empower their pen. I do the same to cherish my journey with ink, pen and paper. The entire process is fierce and beyond words.

Moreover it's the matter of unwinding the mysterious layers hidden within deep inside. Sensitivity or I must say some times over sensitivity is another tool that beautifully works to keep you going with words dipped in ink, black, green or blue.. that hardly matters.

You need a hammer of humiliation, betrayal, insensitivity, dishonesty and escape to shape your expressions. Floating eyes usually strengthen the weak neurons for transmitting immense energy to the entire nervous system. That energy floats in your words.

For the same reason Mahadevi Verma sings "मेरे सूने जीवन में ना देना तृप्ति का कण भर ~ रहने दो प्यासी आँखें भरती आँसू के सागर" (Don't try to satiate my lonely life, let my thirsty eyes remain filled with sea of tears). And for the same reason great Swiss psychologist Carl Jung confirms that, "There is no coming to consciousness without pain".

We have historical evidences to endorse that broken hearts are more powerful to empower the kingdom of literature and to me this sounds amazing to belong to the same creed. Pain when bleeds through your pen, you succeed to feed your restless soul with peace.

~ Archana
02-08-2017

Public Transport

Public Transport

Public transport, because of course it's economical, especially for students and common country men. Public transport because no matter you get a seat or you don't get one, any how you acquire your space. Public transport, because you love reading stories and adding them to your story box.

The journey of hope and tiny joys starts as soon as you enter inside the bus or your local train/metro. Ya... hope to get a seat if you are standing and joy after grabbing the one. Hope to get a nice companion who you can communicate either in silence or in words and joy of conversing your heart.

You suddenly forget your own story line and automatically get entered into the sea of stories swimming around you. Happy faces, sad faces, talking faces, quiet faces, eager faces, lost faces, worried faces, anxious faces, rich faces, poor faces, hyper faces, relaxed faces.. combined with enormous gestures and postures.

Each face tells you a story and you flawlessly become part of those faces, part of those self expressive stories. Conducter informs that your destination has come and you get back to the time line of your story and journey goes on.....

~ Archana
01-08-2017

Silence.....

Silence....

There comes a point when all you want is to observe silence. No complaints either from life or from others, no justifications, no clarifications. You consciously become aware that insensitivity is increasing and sense of responsibility is decreasing. You accept it and move on. You silently absorb the bitterness around and limit your horizons to yourselves. Suddenly you become damn sure that silent realizations are better than screamy conversations. You find peace within. Silence that consoles you, silence that holds you, silence that protects you, silence that calms your inner storm, silence that genuinely keeps you warm, finally you embrace that silence with all your grace to pamper your sensitivity that other often crush with all humiliation and arrogance. Sense of reciprocating is replacing the sense of offending. Convenience is dominating and becoming cool. Silence is what you decide to upheld your pride within your kingdom of solitude.
Silence is what you choose.

~Archana
01-08-2017 

Journey........

Journey.........

Journey because it reminds you your flow so that you dont stagnate in insensitivity around you. Journey because you deserve all your attention, and all your focus on you. Journey because you depart to stay connected with original you. Journey because when you move, you remove the scars of time. Journey because you belong to the universe of change. Journey because you remain to sustain the bruises and pain.
Journey.........

~ Archana
30-07-2017 

A Story

Mesmerizing night is absorbing the moon and cool breeze is confirming its pride in her small but deep eyes. As if she is melting and getting absorbed into the sea erupted within her. It's not that something just happens, actually it's something that has to happen. That's how it is when moments start defining you the way you are, the way you have to be, a story box. Your closed eyelids often open that story box to read a story at a time and it's beyond words. It's amazing to discover a book within you, it's awesome to read one story besides the stary night. A story.....


~ Archana
30-07-2017 

Mid of the night...!

Mid of the night
when decides
to finally liberate
the burning heart
melting through eyes

Mid of the night
when confirms
the humiliation
must end
crawling through cries

Mid of the night
when declares
the peace within
A journey to self
A flight to skies.....

~ Archana
16-07-2017

....Like the Desert misses the Rain...!!

On a lonely road step by step
you were all set to speedup
the Train of your Dreams
Twinkles in eyes
Elation in thighs
and lungs were filled
with Hurricane
Every-time you reached there
just to confirm,
this was not the place
Where you did belong......
No, you never knew about the traps
No, you never knew the faulty gaps
Your moves were for water
but you ended up
as a Thirsty Wanderer
You knew now....
Mirage never quenches the thirst
just increases the intensity.
You collect your thirsty self
and walk again
like the Desert misses the Rain

~ Archana
26-10-2015

When stories don't end... !

When stories
don't end
neither do break
As if old leafs
refuse to shed
and new leafs
continue the chain....
of quivering thoughts....
A war of existence remain
to sustain the yearning
of burning hearts 

~ Archana
22-10-2016

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तेरा फितूर... !!!

तू आज भी अज़ीज़ है,

यूँ तो उम्र गुज़र गयी..

मेरी तिश्नगी की रहगुज़र
तेरे हाशिये में सिमट गयी

मेरे वजूद में तेरा फितूर है
मेरे अदब को तेरा गुरूर है
मेरी ख़ामख़ा की बंदिशें
तेरी सरहदों में मिट गयीं !

अर्चना 

10-10-2016

Away not Apart !!

Seconds
Minutes and for Hours
Most of the time
You are Away
yet not Far
Your impression
All over... ....
Your marks remain
on my Heart...

Days
Weeks and for Months
You are away
but not Apart
Your rhythm
All over
Your beats remain
in my Heart !!!

~ Archana
08-10-2016 

Dil hai Chota sa - Choti si Aasha....

 It was a cozy winter evening in Mount-Abu February 2011. I was heading towards the Sun-Set point to inhale the essence of the Mountains wrapped in chilled breeze and warm Sun-Shine. Oxymoron attracts me.
On the way I found this small girl lost in weaving colourful dreams in her curious eyes. When eyes speak we actually don't need words.
I stood still and kept watching her silently until she herself got distracted and smiled looking at me.

I warmly approached her and whispered in her ears "Dil hai Chota sa, Choti si Aasha - Aasmaano ko choone ki Aasha...Hai na?" (Small Heart with small Hopes...Hopes to touch the skies... isn't it?) and listening this she burst into the exuberant laughter followed by a non-stop smile.

Her giggles still echo in me and leave me smiling flawlessly.

~ Archana
27-09-2016

जन्मदिवस

अँधेरा टिमटिमाने लगता है

स्मृतियों की लॉ में

और फूँक देता है जान

शमशान हो चुके वर्चस्व में

आओ भोर को अवकाश दे दें

चिताएँ आनंदित हैं

मृत्योपरांत जन्मदिवस पर 

~ अर्चना 

25-09-2016 

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Love Liberates

It was not just another evening. Wind was romancing with the shades of Sun-Shine that was eager to illuminate another world covering this side with deep black under the twinkling stars and fireflies. Such evenings are not usual ones when just before the onset of shadows of dark, the sky becomes crimson and she becomes pink with sparkling eyes.

"Where are you lost?", his calm voice distracted her.
"Painting a Dream ......" she smiled.
"With no Canvas, no Brush, no Colours, ....?", he wondered.
"Yes. I am the Canvas, the Brush and Colours too", she whispered ignoring the bewildering expressions growing in his questioning eyes.

She was flying with a new Dream in her eyes. He was standing alone with no movement in thighs recalling his words "Love Liberates, it never ties". 

~ Archana

21-09-2016 

Flickering Thoughts

With closed eyes
when you travel within
Thoughts flicker
and you give in
to the eternal journey
where soul keeps wandering
in fragments and pieces
All you do is
keep watching in Unison
from the distance .... ! 

~ Archana
20-09-2016

Arrival of a Dream : Happy Birthday !!

Standing alone
Looking beyond the Horizon
Where... ....
The Earth and the Sky meet
yet remain apart
with longing heart... ...
In the deep darkest night
just before the dawn
You remain lost
midst of the Kaarvan
of subtle thoughts
Unaware that soon.....
First ray of the Rising Sun
would kiss you to confirm
Arrival of the tiny-infant Dream
Quiet, Calm and Serene..... !!!

Happy Birthday ! 

~ Archana 

14-09-2016

I am against Cruelty to Animals !!

I am sorry but I sincerely refuse to receive or give wishes on the Festival of brutal sacrifice of innocent Animals. They say they raise a Goat/Camel/Ox/ etc. so that they develop Love for it and then they sacrifice their Loved one in the name of the "Most Merciful Allah". But I wonder why not at least try sacrificing their own beloved Son or Daughter like Prophet Abraham did? Why to buy a Goat for nurturing pseudo love? I always remained confused that "Why anybody would ever like to sacrifice one's loved one to eat and to distribute among friends?" and Why the most merciful God the Allah would ever ask to sacrifice of his own creations? How come Merciful Allah can be associated with "Bloody Sacrifice" of "Innocent and Speechless" animals?

Process of Halaal described as painless comfortable death to Animals as Hallal according to the Holy Book cuts the nerve first that gives signals of pain to the brain. How conveniently we Human-beings assume on behalf of innocent dumb animals ignoring their teary eyes, fearful expressions and scary screams just before their brutal sacrifice following orthodox centuries old foolish practices to satiate our dumb conditioning.

Same cult would be on Roads holding Banners of cruelty against Humanity if Criminals following Islam in India would be given Death sentence for their convicted crime by inflicting Halaal. Then same Halaal which is considered painless for animals would be considered Brutal Indian Law for a particular community. Their would be Slogans of Intolerant and Biased India. Their would be signature campaigns against it. High time we must accept that we are biased and selective for showing sensitivity either its Human beings or innocent animals.

We must strongly consider that all the Religions are subjected to reforms not only Hinduism. Centuries old written texts must not stop us from questioning irrational and insensitive practices. We deserve a young generation that nurtures evolutionary thoughts, questioning mind and progressive brains.

Sacrifice Cruelty but definitely not the Innocent Animals!
~ Archana
13-09-2016
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Set Him Free !!

Set him free

Even if he never comes back
You would never regret

Remain bottled-up
Even if you talk & express
He would never confess

Your solidity conquers
his fears gradually
For he is frozen since years

His ignorance makes you
more clear surely
For you are above fears

Let him go
with all your Love
Embrace yourself
That's all you deserve 

~ Archana
12-09-2016 

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