Dearest Santa,
Hey Santa how are you? I hope you are doing well and must be busy packing your bags filled with happiness which your going to drop at everyone’s door steps this Christmas. I hope Rudolf is also doing well and his red noise is still shinning.
Writing letters to you was my favourite part when I was in school. All thanks to my teachers who had made this a habbit for all of us and we all used to come with lots of demands from you. You were the biggest hope we had, that there is a person who is keeping a close watch on our deeds and accordingly you would plan for our gifts. For that very reason we thought that let’s keep our deeds pure and our words polite so that we receive those gifts which we have asked from you. The strange thing was we never received what we had asked for in our letters to you, but you gifted what according to you we deserved. You gave us peace, excitement, love, affection and also made us realise that you need to have patience to receive the best.
I used to always write for the things I never had like be it toys, clothes, video games etc, but today being a grown up adult I realise that what I had with me that time was more than what some kids were not even able to recieve it. So today I write to you that you please pay attention to those prayers which never reached you. When I compare my sorrows with them, Santa I realise that those were nothing infront of the cries which I see everyday. Orphaned kids dont have anyone to fulfill their wishes, so I write you to please gift them parents who will adopt them and give them all the happiness they deserve. I have seen old parents in the old age homes waiting for their children’s to take them home. Please Sant give some good thoughts to those children who abandon their parents and ask them to take them home. There are people who are living on the streets, deprived of food, clothes and basic necessities, please Santa fulfill their wishes.
Santa you must be wondering why am I not asking anything for myself, trust me I have everything with me. My family is with me, my friends love me alot and now I am capable enough to fulfill my wishes as well as the wishes of my parents as well. All this you have only gifted me, so please gift the ones who are needy. So my this year’s wish is you help them who require you the most and bring a smile on their face. Apart from all this if you still want to gift me something then make sure that you use of the Sanitizer I have kept outside my house and also Sanitize the gift box as well, we humans have gifted our self a deadly virus so everyone needs to follow the protocol. You are special to all of us so please follow the norms as we don’t want to loose you. Thank You Santa 🎅 for all the memories you gave me.
Your favourite Child
Manish A.R Makwana
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COLLEGE WALA PYAAR!
College Wala Pyaar..
Woh lecture tha subha ka..
Naya saal shuru ho raha tha..
Logo ke shor ke beech mein..
Main kisi aur khamoshi ki
taraf mohit ho raha tha..
Osne muskura ke kiya tha
mere dil pe waar..
Woh tha yaaron mera college Wala Pyaar.
Woh pehli thi jis se baat karne
mein jijak mehsus ho rahi thi..
Oske pass jaate hi meri saanse tez ho rahi thi..
Oski khubsurati ko dekh ke mujhe
khudpe thodasa taras aaya..
Isliye Osse impress karne maine mere lehze mein thoda atitude laaya..
Pal bhar mein osne mere attitude ko diya nakaar..
Woh tha yaroon mera college wala pyaar.
Hamari baat baat pe jhadap ho jaati thi…
Hamari ann bann se pure group mein khamoshi chaa jaati thi..
Thak haar kar humne dosti se Shuruaat ki..
Pehli Baar ek dusre se humne hass kar baat ki..
Isi jhamele ko khatam karte karte hamara saal hogaya bekaar..
Woh tha yaaron mera college wala pyaar.
Hum chuttiyon mein aksar call Kiya karte the …
Landline se toh ek pal ki bhi duri hum nahi rakhte the..
Phone par bhi hamesha hum ek dusre se har waqt lada karte the…
Par parwah bhi hum ek dusre ki ab Utni hi karte the..
Khaane peene se lekar har min ki khabar ek dusre ko hum dete the..
Isiliye hum ek dusre ko ab best frends kehte the..
Hum par chaaya tha dosti ka ek alag hi bukhar…
Woh tha yaaron mera college wala pyaar.
Oski aankhein, oski zulfe main oski har ek adaa ka deewana tha..
Par inn sabse zyaada maine oski sadagi ko maana thaa..
Woh apni har baat bade saral tareeke se keh deti thi..
Kisi aur ki galti par woh dusro ke taane bhi Seh leti thi..
Osme chuppi woh masoom si bacchi ko sirf maine hi Pehchaana tha..
Oski awaaz sunke mujhe aajata tha ek meetha sa karaar..
Woh tha Yaaron mera college wala Pyaar.
Final year tha woh mera, naa jaane kaise osse main keh paaonga..
Agar khamosh raha main, toh saari umar pachtaonga..
Agar keh bhi dunga ossko toh dar tha ki
shayad friendzone hojaaonga..
Fir socha maine rehne do iss ehsaas ko, main kuch hi dino mein bhuljaaonga..
Par kya main kabhi sukoon se reh paaonga?
Yehi sab sochte sochte final year khatam
hogaya..
Mera woh Ehsaas na jaane kaha ek pal mein khogaya..
Main shayad bas oska tha ek yaar…
Woh tha Yaaron mera college wala pyaar.
Ek dusre ke bahot hi Kareeb aagaye the hum..
Kuch baatein toh bina bole bhi samaj jaate the hum..
Pehle din se hi main toh ospe marta tha..
Par yeh baat osko kehne se mein darta tha..
Pyaar kabool nah ho, toh koi ghum nahi ..
Bas ek saccha dost osme khone se main darta tha..
Yeh baat kehne ki himmat juta ne mein hi semester khatam hogaya..
Mera woh Ehsaas fir kuch samay ke liye Yunhi sogaya..
Main shayad bahot hi karta tha osse pyaar..
Woh tha Yaaron Mera College wala pyaar.
Kisi bahane se aaj bhi woh mere chehere par khushi laati hai..
Osski kabhi naa jaane wali yaad mujhe humesha aati hai…
Aankhon ke saamne rehti hai woh har waqt..
Toh kabhi mere sapno mein aake satati hai..
Rooh banke woh saath rehti hai mere..
Kehti hai mujhse ke, bas meri dua oske kaam aati hai…
Kehna chahati thi woh bhi bahot kuch mujse..
Par oss haadse ka zikr woh hamesha mujhe karwati hai..
Oske jaane ke baad rishte toh mere hue kai baar..
Par sabse accha tha yaroon woh mera college Wala Pyaar.
By- Manish A.R Makwana
manishmakwana19poem.poetry.blog
लाल, काला और सफेद.
लाल, काला और सफेद!
रंग हमेशा दूसरो को महत्त्व देते है..
पर वो अपने आप ही बेरंग होते है..
कुछ रंग हमारे हृदय को छू लेते है..
पर कुछ ऐसे होते है जो दिलों में
नफ़रत भर देते है।
रंग हो लाल तो उसी से सुहागन होने
की निशानी होती है..
पर वहीं रंग सफेद हाेजाए तो उसे
कई परेशानी होती है..
सुहाग के लाल सिंदूर की रेखा तक
ही सीमित उसकी जवानी होती है..
और जो सिंदूर ना हो तो बस खतम
उसकी कहानी होती है।
काला रंग जो है वो चुनौतियों से भरा है..
उसकी मन्हुसियत से यहां हर कोई डरा है..
पर काला रंग ताकत का भी प्रतीक है, ये
वाक्य भी बिल्कुल खरा है..
काला रंग लोगो में हिम्मत जगाता है..
नकारात्मक ऊर्जा को दूर भगाता है..
जो माँ लगा दे बच्चो को काला टीका,
तो उसे वो हर बुरी नजर से बचाता है।
सफेद रंग हर किसी का खास होता है…
उसी से तो शांति का आभास होता है..
एक विधवा के सुने पन को दर्शाता है वो..
मंत्री जो पहने ये रंग, तो धन उनपे बरसाता
है वो..
सफेद रंग को मासूमीयत का प्रतीक भी
बोला जाता है..
किन्तु इसी रंग के बलबूते पर एक औरत के कूवारे पन को भी तोला जाता है।
ज़िन्दगी का सार ही है लाल, काला और सफेद..
इसी में हमारी ढेर सारी अच्छी और बुरी यादें है कैद..
इन्हीं रंगो से है हमे कई अनचाही बातों का खेद..
ये तीन रंगो में ही बसे है ज़िन्दगी के अनेक भेद..
ज़िन्दगी का सच ही है लाल, काला और सफेद।
Main Aaj Bhi Bahot Khubsurat Hoon.
Main aaj bhi bahot khubsurat hoon!
Tezab se tune mere astitva ko mitana chaha..
Par meri Pehchan mere chehre se nahi ..
Meri khamoshi ko kamzori samja tune..
Par meri khamoshi mein hai jawab kai..
Samaaj ke liye bhale hi main badsurat hoon..
Par main aaj bhi bahot khubsurat hoon.
Dekar mujhe yeh daag, tune socha main zillat se marjaungi…
Yeh daag hi meri pechaan hai ab, sari duniya se lad jaungi…
Kaaptein nahi hai ab mere kadam, har haal mein apni jagha banaungi…
Shor hoga zaroor par main sabki awaaz banjaungi..
Samaj ke liye bhale hi main badsurat hoon..
Par main aaj bhi bahot khubsurat hoon.
Badi mehnat se mere maa baap ne mujhe kabil banaya…
Aur tu banke raakshas onke sapno ko raundne aaya…
Is ghav ke baad bhi main aur oonchi chhalang lagaongi..
Teri choti soch se zyaada main aur ooncha othjaaongi..
Abla nahi hoon main, har roop se main saksham hoon..
Samaaj ke liye bhale hi main badsurat hoon..
Par main aaj bhi bahot khubsurat hoon.
Har ek kadam par maine logo ke taane hai sunne…
Teri wajah se main pehen nahi sakti mere apne gehne..
Mujhe dekh kar dur hojaati hai mere hi samaj ki sabhi behene..
Sirf mera chere badla hai par main aaj bhi tum jaisi hi hoon..
Samaaj ke liye bhale hi main badsurat hoon..
Par main aaj bhi bahot khubsurat hoon.
Pankh toh lage hai aaj bhi mujhe, bas udana abhi bhi baaki hai …
Zindagi ki daud mein rukki nahi hoon par ladna abhi bhi baaki hai ….
Tasveer bhale hi kharab hui ho meri par parchai ne mera saath nahi choda…
In papiyon se ladne mein aap bhi toh saath dedo mera thoda…
Cheen nah chaha mera vajood kisine par main aaj bhi sabse layak hoon..
Samaaj ke liye bhale hi main badsurat hoon..
Par main aaj bhi bahot khubsurat hoon.
https://manishmakwana19poem.poetry.blog/the-world-from-my-perspective/
I Am Just A Teacher!
I Am Just A Teacher!
I am early to bed and early to rise, whatever wastage happens,I try my best to minimise….
For my inconsistency the students should never pay the price…
I am just a Teacher! Teaching them in life never to compromise.
My duty is just not to impart education, as I am assigned the task to build the nations foundation…
I also need to instill them with values, so they can stay away from evil temptation..
I am just a Teacher! Teaching them how to work with coordination.
I scold them for their mistakes and go mad when they don’t pay attention…..
In order to make the lectures interesting I use stories and general knowledge as a combination….
I am just a Teacher! Teaching them how to learn with perfection.
I share my experience to tell them how Beautiful and cruel life is at the same time…
I teach them to follow the path of honesty and explain them how lieing is henious a crime…
I am just a Teacher! Correcting my students will always be my favourite pastime.
The World From My Perspective. 