Tell me love!

Christmas Wish! --Aakash Rajput Sitting alone, at a bench in Garden, where how much love birds are attending each other, don't know how much everyone will hold each other hand and wishes are going to demands from god. Wishes! A word which makes a 5-year-old child to smile, a teenager to faith, and an old one to love again. The irony is we all know that wish is just nothing but an only faith that demands our mindset to have faith that the thing which we want to happen or not will be granted by God but from inside of our soul maybe we hesitate that the things will be granted or not! 2 years ago, In November there was a Birthday of my classmate. I was supposed to attend and I did that too and the only reason was that his crush was also to be present at his Birthday party. But the most loving part of that Birthday was Cake Cutting ceremony, and when one of my friends shouted from the folk “Make a Wish!”, and he closed his eyes and maybe I know what wish he was go...

Haiwaan! Maa, bheian, Mehbooba fike toh unko bhi hoti hai na unn haiwaan sey, Bacchati bhi khud hai unn haiwaano sey khud ko, Pr bhul kyu jaatey hai ek haiwaan toh unkey ghr main bhi pl rha hai... When I wrote this poem, I got a call from a friend and he was appreciating for this and he asked a question is poem deal with every boys? And my answer was yest!, no matter even I consider myself too. He asked,” Why” and from where my answer began, From the beginning we heard the word RAPE!, But ever anyone told us What is it,really?, from my side we “NO”, your parents never use those type of word in front of you, even its happens very few times that they will suggest that act in indirect words. But this is where we make a wrong decision. So the thing is, where “ Haiwaan” (Monster) refers to a boy means us, no matter it includes me because no body tells a boy what is Rape!, because telling a boy to respect a women, girl etc., but ...

A Midnight Letter! Hello Dear, I don't know that, how to greet you first, with Good Morning, or with a heart full of love for you and can say, “Hey! My Love, a great morning is waiting for you”. I don't talk anything by puzzling you, but I come on a direct point... Look, I know my pocket is truly empty, but the backpack which I have with me always, containing a diary in it. Whenever you Open that diary, you could easily find that I stored lots of words and I swear, that every single letter of a sentence or of the words, will only describe you. That how when you sit just next to me and which makes me the luckiest person of this Universe. When you pass the smile on my poems which insists that how my words became succeed when they touch your heart and everything which of you makes me feel happy, happier, happiest. Look, I know that I can't take you to the costly Candlelight dinner, but I promise every weekend when we tired from our whole week work...

Finding my Stories After meeting you, I want to ask Where I lost myself.... I use to write my own story, About myself, about what I am. But now my pen and my stories become slaves, slaves of your eyes, slaves of your smile, slave of you and all your belongings. When I try to write a story but it becomes poem at the end of your, it like fingers are mine, the pen is mine but, my mind and the control of the pen becomes your.... Somewhere I lost myself, Somewhere I lost my Stories and poems. But you know, My heart and My pen find a different type of satisfaction, by losing myself into you. And I really want to lose my story and become a poem of you. Being a poem, who is beautiful and more beautiful her meaning. My pen, My finger but My Heart and the controls are your. And I am in progress to finding my story but, May be somewhere I founded your poem. I lost My Story.... I lost My Story.... I lost My Story.... I los...

Me and a Window! ----Aakash Rajput I just shifted to my new house, at a while it is apartment where I am to live first time in an apartment. As I just shifted I knew that the windows of apartment are facing to each other, while I entered in my room It was feeling me hot so I use to open my window. I was just relaxing myself in cold air while a time I saw in my front a shadow on curtain which is fascinating me because It was long hair someone like short heighten and coming near to the window. She asides curtain of her window and my heart beat was just started to beating fast. When she opened her curtain I remembered my favorite poetry of my favorite story teller Amandeep in Hindi Tum chalti ho kisi chainaab ki tarah tum dikhti ho kisi khwaab ki tarah itney saalo sey jo dhund rahan hun sawaal tum dikhti us jawaab ki tarah! At first she looked at me and give a light smile towards me and I am doing the same but the only difference is She was looking...