Lekhakdidi

24/02/2023

🐧 Your Takeoff To You (a piece of joy and celebration - initiation of abundance)

Only you know the shoe bites and where the shoe takes you. You can borrow capacity from words to aid your expression still you will be clumsy how it feels on the Runway.

You walk on the runway, sometimes a pleasant walk and sometime a sprint or a desperate run to lead you to 'Your Takeoff To You'.

And the very exact moment when He lifts you from the ground, only your soul knows how fulfilled, supported and confident you feel in the moment.

Its a teamwork. Him and You. On the journey to conquer and laugh together.

To more wins,
Here I manifest abundance.
With unconditional hope, Your

12/02/2023

🌻 A Worthy Surrender ( This is a piece that speaks of letting off the load of decision making from the self and to follow Lord's directions to succeed. I wrote this words while happy crying when i felt unconditional joy after a long time. Felt relaxing and liberating. I hope so are these words to you!)

At a fireplace -
I see the past burn itself into ashes.
In these ashes, i see a q***r brightness.
O Lord, the brightness has your shadow.
Shall i regard it as your words?
It tells me dawn is close.
Gear up the spirits.
Let lose the cattle of despair.

My mind is dwindling,
It tells me to follow this voice.
I hereby decide to submit to you.
Take me by your might,
And keep me in your sight.

Writteh with hope by 😁

06/02/2023

🍂 Autumn of Nature (It is an english quatern which contemplates unknown outcomes and scenarios.)

I have seen many roads,
With you they used to be more lively.
The merry memories are asking-
Is it time? I dont wanna know.

Did the letters reach you?
The future beholds many secrets.
Time has brought the autumn.
Longing summer? I dont wanna know.

Did good happen to bad or bad to good?
Does it ache for you?
All good for a juvenile's emotions.
Realization of colours? I dont wanna know.

Will the melody end?
Did we lose it all?
Will i weather the new storms?
Will you walk without getting weary?
I wish i knew. Lest.

- written by

weathere

28/01/2023

☕️ Dosti Ka Eitbaar (words of gratitude for a true friend wraping a promise of the reciprocation and respect for love and unconditional support)

Baarish mein jab kichar mein rangee hoge tum,
Mai sukha tohliya liye khari rahungi.

Sansanati garmi se jab thak chuke hoge tum,
Mai thandi sikanjee banae rakhungi.

Patchar mein jab ho jaoge tum viran,
Mai fir bhi tumhare patton ko sambhal kar rakhungi.

Aur kyo na karu tumari dosti par itna eitbaar, mere andhere toofan mein roshni theey tum.

- written by with gratitude for a true friend.

26/01/2023

👩‍👦Always, i'll care! (A poem that's reminiscent of the childhood. It affirms the self to always be its protector and admirer thrreby comforting the soul)

🐽 Yesterday I crossed my memory lane,
Saw you running at lunch in school,
Walking the stage collecting accolades.
Celebrating over canteen’s idli dosa.

 
Talking passionately about me – the future self.
Fighting over seats in the school van.
Upset about losing a mark from a hundred in chemistry.

 Preparing backstage for winning competitions.
Working hard to be at the victory stand.
Solving problems that were only on paper named Exercise 2.1

Laughing at your bad jokes.
Wearing your crown proudly.
Planning how to DIY me the best.

Here’s one promise for you my younger self – Always I’ll care.

- written with love by Lekhakdidi

16/12/2022

🥶 Real Estate of Mind -

Legacy carried from Harappa,
To create brick monuments
Layered with potion of belief and sweat of precision.
Engages more Angadwaadi Goddesses for normalcy.

The absurdity to embrace chaos like The Joker and shun like The Buddha -
The faculty to nullify the Twin Towers and sketch Burj -
This is the spectrum of the Real Estate of Mind.

😃 Purpose:
These 8 lines are written to make a human realize the strength in his skill. The tone to present the marvelous work achieved by our tribe through the ages is the purpose. The image here which is a snap from Delhi Metros is also testament to the fact that we humans as a community as achieved beyond our imagination. So, next time you think something on your list is unachievable, remember the great body of work done and dusted by US! And you are one of US!

Will catchup soon w something fresh again,
Regards -
Lekhakdidi 🤎

06/12/2022

🍂(ENGLISH) Permission to Solace 🍂

Dear Self,

I want to write about the melodies that ceased.
I want to talk about the noises which silenced you.
I want to paint the war you are at with the unknown.

Shall I write about the reasons which keep you in bed?
Shall I talk about the depth of your thoughts and the weary therein?
Shall I paint the chaos created within and around you?

Shall I not write about the battles you have won with glory?
Shall I not talk about the stories which run across the veins?
Shall I not paint the might with which you mechanize yourself?

Grant me the grant to write about the grants you never granted, yet –
Bore the fruits of the grants granted by the mischievous.

The Self ought not to hyperbole the world’s opinions into an avalanche.

The Self ought to melt into the innocence of own's intent and write about the unwritten.

The Self ought to absorb morality without shrinking morals and find its precious Solace.

- Lekhakdidi

01/12/2022

Lapata (meaning - Missing) is combination of words I wrote to the old version of myself. The image used here is from 2017, My College Freshers (my friends did a tiny photoshoot after the event in thr hostel lobby).

The purpose of the image and words is to draw strength from the old version of the me, who was carefree, enthusiastic, clumsy, pure and happy.

✉️ Past is generally associated with a dark tone but 'Lapata' is a calling to the past self who was better than the better self. And thus, can help chin up the present self, by recalling the good old times.

These words are out of a place of love in my heart and now I share them to you. I hope these words feel a warm blanket to you in these chilly winters. If not, umeed hai mai kuch aur zarur likhungi aap btana..

Trying to be back.
Lekhakdidi is the doobte ko tinke ka sahara.
Thanks for staying connected via my blog.
Jhappi to all 🫂

With Hope,
Lekhakdidi 💫

17/09/2022

Karobaar/कारोबार ✨️

Karobaar uss lambe ka hota hai,
Jo dikhawae ka rang na oudh saka.

🍂A friend lost due to class difference.

Karobaar uss dil ka hota hai,
Jo pakk tha magar sadhgi na chodh paya,

🍂A friend lost due to a vanilla flavour.

Karobaar uss guldaste ka hota hai,
Jo sabko khush rakhne ko jeeta hai.

🍂A friend lost due to lack of self-commitment.

Karobaar uss zarurat ka hota hai,
Jo pura ho jae aur yaar ajnabi.

🍂A friend lost due to self-interest.

Karobaar uss khushfehmi ka hota hai,
Jo kalyug mein sudama krishna ko khojti hai.

🍂Friend lost due to innocence.

A true friend is a blessing.

- सप्रेम लिखि, Lekhakdidi

16/09/2022

Teri Chamak (तेरी चमक) 🍃🍂

Tujhe todhne wala har hadsa, har shaks har qayamat,
Fikka hai iss naeymat ke agge,
Jisse tujhe nawazne ko khuda hai aj taiyar.

Ankhein jo aj teri namm,
Mann jo aj tera vishwas se viraan..
Ankhein jo aj teri udaas,
Mann jo aj tera himmat se pare..

Yakin tujhe bhalle na ho khud par,
Magar uss par se bharosa todhne ki -
Na karna khata jisne likha hai tera hukkum.

Rooh ki diwali bhi aegi aur dil ki holi bhi lautegi..
Sapno ki ruksati kar, na kar tu unka sharaad..
Yaad rakh amavaas ke din hi sri raam ayodhya ko lautte theey!

- सप्रेम लिखित, Lekhakdidi 🌻

15/09/2022

03/05/2022

Eid Mubarak 🤎 महफ़िल में गले मिलकर वह धीरे से कह गए,
यह दुनिया की रस्म है, इसे मुहोब्बत मत समझ लेना - Gulzar

21/04/2022

Ptompt 3 out soon. It gets better w every prompt here. Thanks for the support, share and appreciation. Shukriya ji Shukriya! ❤

17/04/2022

Prompt 2 coming soon Peeps! Thanks for all your shares and love to the first prompt 😄

16/04/2022

🤎 1 - After a long void of emotions, decided to refillbsome emotions to feel alive. The various wires dividing the skyline was just a trailer to the world of emotions - complex, intertwined, mundane yet colourful making it a complete story to gaze at.

🤎 2 - The feel of uncertainty! What instantly liberated me was the normal practice of embracing this emotion and yet not choosing to live with it. It breathed in me a freshness of a no-guilt of leaving behind the things/people that didn't fit/vibe well with me.

🤎 3 - The feel of hope! On inquiry I found out that this was the feeling I needed the most. That day, w a bright smile, I bought a hope - hope of my art getting recognized, my words being cherished and a livelihood created out of my passion.

🤎 4 - A hopeful me, digging deeper into the flea market only to find out a mirror! The old paves way for the new. Seeing a mirror of reminiscence, suddenly my new purchase (hope) came crashing to the rugged old road. And yet again, I was lost - in my thoughts and existential crisis that was birthed with the sun.

🤎 5 - Was hopelessly wandering to find a place offering motivation to sail through the blurry jaded road of my life. Hurray!! I spotted what I was hungry for. But getting closer to it now, I question - Do I really need motivation in form of a responsibility manufactured from a necessity? A responsibility that will keep me going but will eventually chain my freedom.

🤎 6 - Not knowing how to win this treasure hunt, I was resting my fleeting heart in a corner. In a moment of surprise, I saw the reality God wanted me to see. I felt relaxed after purchasing the inevitable change! Every moment, a new and vibrant self replaces a self of despair that has worn out w time. An underestimated feeling!

🤎 7 - Tell me one human who didnt need this feeling - a will power to keep going even if you have less to offer. Many a times, I am less on every and positivity. Yet a choice to keep up the show is essential and irreplaceable. Tomorrow will be my day - if today isn't

(Continued in comments)

Lekhakdidi 🌻

# NaPoWriMoxJhal

16/04/2022

Hey, let's start! In celebration of the National Poetry Writing Month, here we gooooooooo - Prompts that will be written in English, Hinglish and Hindi! Prompts on posts and maybe on Reels as well 😎

03/04/2022

( Written in Hinglish) You know when you sit to think.. In moments where there is no shor of the world. Only shanti of the self - You will see multiple perspectives and varied angel to the situation in purview. What do you see here?
1. Two orange Cadbury gems
2. The number 8
3. Something kept between the 2 palm lines

Or is there something else that hits your eye?

22/03/2022

For you (swipe right) ❤ - "His Child" is a poem of encouragement, positivity and self-belief. This written for someone who needs to hear this and that's exactly you! 🍂

Often on being knocked out by life incidents, we forget that we still have the trump card - WE ARE HIS CHILDREN. The referee of our life (ie. HE) has already matchfixed us to victory 😁

So don't forget to flex on your final day. For you will win the battles destined for you (I'm coming from the future. Believe me! 😉)

C'mon back to the beautiful, beautifuuuuul smile you have, buddy 🤷‍♀️💐

Will catch you in other post soon!
Regards, Lekhakdidi 😌

29/05/2020

Kutch Shabd

20/05/2020

The spring on his face is the blush I was searching for years. And now I have it and it’s all mine. Sometimes we need to accept acceptance. Simple. Raw. Organic. Acceptance of all my fouls, beasts within, my laughs, my kisses, my curves, my soul. My Being. Searching for the world with The One who doesn’t greed my body, doesn’t control me, doesn’t let me sink in his shine. The one who makes my ground crumbling under my feet with an awestruck of how liberating ‘US’ can be. The tale of two individualities trying to wrap their essence as one. One, to be lived for ages with the aroma of freshness everyday.
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14/05/2020

Only if his eyes mean a deep sea of silence. A silence which is comfortable, easy, real, meaningful, refreshing, light, simple yet age-old. A silence which is his but smells of me. A silence which is full of all answers of my child-like questions. A silence which makes my 3AM thoughts about him sweeter. A silence which makes a castle of us, us dipped in love for each other – too simple yet too deep. The more this silence takes over me, the more I feel I’m growing within, opening different worlds to my soul. If this silence had to be lived, with me into his eyes, I would call it my bliss. It is, indeed. Eyes which speak so much silently. And that’s him. Mine.
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08/05/2020

I don’t need a series of reasons to know why I love him. Nor does he need to try to be Hercules or make love to me like Caesar. Nor this touch explains the question neither his words. Coz words can be dipped in deception to treat the heart and befriend the skin to believe his touch as sacred on the soul. I simply can’t get enough of the simplicity it brings to me, thinking of a human who can change my meaning of happiness from excitement of my adrenaline to a peace of mind with heart longing more of him, a lovely stranger, with every breathe that sinks in my bosom. .
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08/05/2020

What do these shrines exhale? The story of the past or the elite-ness of the present battles. There are many of us who think what an administration inside these historic structures be like. Besides being an attractive spot for photographers and fashion bloggers ’s treat for an aesthetic backdrop, these structures may be holding a lot within. The possibility of a conspiracy that led the throne pass (GOT reference!), the hidden history of society, the compassion to conquer, the secrecy of the royal bloodlines - all remain a mystery forever. Dive into these tales as old as time and understand the gigantic family structures and greed for more authority and power. It's intriguing to find answers to the fade of the royal families - a coincidence of emergence of a more powerful ruler or a time-planned tragedy just carefully planted.

Lekhakdidi

18/04/2020

Tumhare nazron se kahaani keh jane ke andaaz,
Tumhare muskaan se sukoon de jane ke andaaz,
Tumhare zulfon se dil par ehsaan kar dene ke andaaz,
Tumhare alfazon ko nazm bana dene ke andaaz,
Tumhare hakikat ko sapne ki tarah saja dene ke andaaz,
Tumhare payal ka dharkanno ko cherr jane ka andaaz,

Sab mere dil ke kagaz par yuhun,
Bayan hain jaise Shah Jahan Mumtaz ki tasveer bana raha ho.
Lekhakdidi

08/04/2020

Hey! Yes you darling. Grab this! If eye had to be your window, and that window is damaged by Tappu from Taraak Mehta ka Ulta Chashma, what do you do? Does it restrain your abilities to think. Or let me put it in another way, why did Ayushman Khurana in Andhadhun played the trick and how did he fooled all so perfectly? The power of these retina balls are sometimes so overestimated that we simply forget that these are none more than any other body organ. Or we make ourselves so opiniated to framing our perspectives according to this window alone. There’s a lot more of a world that these can’t open us to. Or sometimes its just a reflex to close these to open the other world. It depends what your other world is!

Until next time… Live Life !




Lekhakdidi

03/04/2020

NATAK
Durga ki घंटियाँ,
Sindhur ki लालिमा,
Shiv ka डमरू,
Shivlinga ka दूध,
Ganesh ka मूषक,
Kya hain yeh?
नाटक ke हिस्से। Vo नाटक jo allah ne racha hai.
Jisne itni kahaniyan rachi.
Inn kahaniyon ke पात्र rache.
Jisne ghar mein diya jalane ko tel diya.
Jahan loog sandas saaf karke अनाज khate hain.
Jahan loog mannat ke धागे badhte hain.

Yeh घंटियाँ khushiyon ka agman batati hain.
Yeh लालिमा khushiyon ka swagat karti hain.
Yeh डमरू yeh btane ke liye ki hosla na kaam ho.
Yeh दूध iss नाटक ki पवित्रता banae rakhta hai.
Yeh मूषक vo vaahan jisse allah ke पात्र iss नाटक ko अंत tak leke jate hain.

नाटक racha gya इंसान को, Yeh btane ke liye ki,
जिंदगी ka अंत pata nahi,
Par Ek chiz hamesha uske haath mein hoti hai,
उसकी कहानी —
अंधेरे से ऊजाले तक की कहानी।।
-LekhakDidi

30/03/2020

Dekhne mein yeh ek simple si 10/- ki bhel hai. Khaya uar fekk diya. Kabhi socha nahi ki yeh sasti si bhel, kabhi kabhi humara mood ussi tarah bana deti hai jab nani 500/- maa se chupake deti hai. Iss mein aisa kya hai – a flood of colours or a kiss on your taste buds, smell of khatta nimbu and imly or crunchy papad ka chota sa piece. NAH! Yeh itni pyari iss liye hai kyonki iss mein sab kuch mila hua hai- in the right proportion! Life bhi aisi hi toh hai – maa ke pyar ki tarah meethi, breakups ki tarah khatti, boss ki daant ki tarah teekhi, self-exploration ki tarah crunchy. Bas humme right proportion set karna hai. Ussi tyarah jaise I customize my golgappa- Bhaiyaaaa, aur teekha karo. Majja ni ara!
Until next time… Love Life.
Picture – Eating bhel with my Burger King Veg Makhani Burger at Samaypur Badli with a crazy, aww friend laughing at me for eating both together.
-LekhakDidi

30/03/2020

Aj khud se naraaz hu.
Vo nahi kar paa rahi jo loog karwana chahte hain.
Vo nahi bol paa rahi jo loog sunna chahte hain.
Vo nahi dikh paa rahi jaise loog dekhna chahte hain.

Meri alag soch,
Mere alag vichar,
Mere alag rang,
Meri alag pehchaan,
Meri alag chaal,
Aj sab bhoj dal rahe hain.

Samaaj sahi hai ya mai samjhdar, yeh faisla kon kare.
Sabse alag hone ki vajhse yeh sazaa mere hakk ki hai, yeh faisla kon kare.

Kabhi salwar pehni toh taane,
Kabhi skirt pehni toh sittiyan,
Kabhi bina makeup ke gyi toh gossips,
Kabhi makeup ke sath gyi toh chubhti nazren,
Kabhi ghar late ai toh shaki nazren.

Moti hun shaadi ke liye kyon patla ho jau mai?
Sharir ka sauda hai ya umarbhar ka sath?
Apna resignation letter kyo du?
Kyonki maang mein sindhur hai?
Mujhe meri tarah swikar karna itna mushkil kyo hai?
Mere samaj ko mere liye asmaan manjuur kyo nahi hai?

Bas... Aj khudse naraz hu.

-LekhakDidi

30/03/2020

Kuch shabad

09/03/2020

🌸 HAPPY WOMEN'S DAY 🌸

Yeh safar yahan se shuru hua tha.
Nadaan aur anjaan.
Aj ek zamana guzar gya aisi befikri se ghumte hue.
Pehle kachi aambiyan aur bair ki piche bhagte theey hum.
Aj assignments aur project meetings ke liye.

Samay nikalte der nahi lagti.
Pehle maa ka surma chori se lagati thi,
Aj salon ki appointments leti hu.
Par maa ki garam tel wali champi abhi bhi favourite hai meri.
Aj kuch ne janam liya hoga,
Kuch kindergarten mein hongi,
Kuch school jane se roo rahi hongi,
Kch high school mein padh rahi hongi,
Kuch college ki hawa mein saans le rahi hongi,
Kuch barat ka intezar kari hongi,
Kuch ki aankhein school bus ke intezar mein hongi,
Kuch bete ki phli kamai pe muskura rahi hogi,
Kuch beti ke sapne puure karne mein lagi hongi,
Kuch apne diabetes test ki report ke intezar mein hongi,
Kuch apne akhir samay pe hari ko j*p rahi hongi.

Hum alag ho kar bhi ek hain.
Kafi kuch saha hai itne saalon mein,
Par hum jeet te ai hain.
Yeh humara asmaan hai,
Humari muskan hai.
©Lekhak Didi

09/03/2020

(Poetry) तुम 🍁

Bas mann ni hai.

Bas vishwas ni hai.

Bas sach ki kami hai.

Bas jhooth thoda jyda hai.

Bas dil ko choot lagi jyda hai.

Bas dimag ko pta ni dil ka haal kya hai.

Bas tum tum nahi ho.

Bas hum hum rhe gye hain.

Bas ab mann sa nahi hai.


©Lekhak Didi

09/03/2020

WOOED FROM THE CLUB✨
(Looking at the portrait in hand - I recalled something) "Those emerald eyes, filled eyebrows, fuller maskara, pink blushed cheeks, contoured nose, rose-tainted lips, shiny ears with a diamond, gold-highlighted collarbones and that smile which made my heart twerk and veins do zumba - after I accidentally glanced at her at The Versace Club in the New York City.

Me, the Richie-Rich brat had seen many marble faces, but this persona was just impeccable for me to even express with my Fantasy Pill under my tongue. As she took out Cheval Blanc from her Valentino bag and took a sip, I knew she is beyond all my leagues. Matched in riches, not in taste.
Waiting for the drop in the edm on the couch, getting on high than higher, I saw her again in that corner opposite to the bar counter with her girl gang. And that's my last memory, though blurry, of seeing a woman so perfectly embracing her individuality.
Couldn't stop my gazing eyes. She let her hair down, swirled them, threw a laugh and moved rythmatically after the drop. This lady in the red shimmery strappy short dress made my head turned away from my addicted LSD.For with her I could see a different Andrew Ambrose, in her arms at New Year Eve and serving turkey to the now lost family on Thanksgiving."
(a voice from the backyard)
"Coming Rachael! "
"Well that's my story.
Find your Rachael."
(Monologue ends)
©Lekhak Didi