-: माँ , तुझे जो याद करता हूँ ॥ :-

तुझे जो याद करता हूँ
माँ ??
मैं आँसू बहाता हूँ ।
जो तेरी याद आती है
मैं खुद को भूल जाता हूँ ।।

मैं बालक हूँ । तु समझी ना
मैं कटी हो गया तुम से  ।
आंऊ जब भी HOSTEL मैं
तो क्यूँ आँसू बहाती हो ।।

वो पल जब याद आते है
मैं कितना टूट जाता हूँ ।
रख PHOTO सीरहाने में
मैं तुम से रूठ जाता हूँ ॥

मुझे भी पाता है की
माँ तु मुझ से प्यार करती हैं ।
तभी तो तु अकेले मे रोया
हर बार करती है ॥

मगर मै रो नही सकता ,
ये पापा ने बताया है ।
मै लड्का हूँ
कटु ये शब्द मुझ को क्यों सीखया है ॥


घनी है रात HOSTEL में
सुबह होने चला आया ।
समय अब 3:40 हैं
मगर सूरज न सो नही पाया ॥

माँ…
मैं आज भी रातो
में भी बस आँसू बहाता हूँ ।
जो तेरी याद आती हैं
मैं खुद को भुल जाता हूँ ॥

लेखक :- सूरज कुमार सिँह
दिनांक :- 06 / 11 / 2013

-: माँ , तुझे जो याद करता हूँ ॥ :-

तुझे जो याद करता हूँ
माँ ??
मैं आँसू बहाता हूँ ।
जो तेरी याद आती है
मैं खुद को भूल जाता हूँ ।।

मैं बालक हूँ । तु समझी ना
मैं कटी हो गया तुम से  ।
आंऊ जब भी HOSTEL मैं
तो क्यूँ आँसू बहाती हो ।।

वो पल जब याद आते है
मैं कितना टूट जाता हूँ ।
रख PHOTO सीरहाने में
मैं तुम से रूठ जाता हूँ ॥

मुझे भी पाता है की
माँ तु मुझ से प्यार करती हैं ।
तभी तो तु अकेले मे रोया
हर बार करती है ॥

मगर मै रो नही सकता ,
ये पापा ने बताया है ।
मै लड्का हूँ
कटु ये शब्द मुझ को क्यों सीखया है ॥


घनी है रात HOSTEL में
सुबह होने चला आया ।
समय अब 3:40 हैं
मगर सूरज न सो नही पाया ॥

माँ…
मैं आज भी रातो
में भी बस आँसू बहाता हूँ ।
जो तेरी याद आती हैं
मैं खुद को भुल जाता हूँ ॥

लेखक :- सूरज कुमार सिँह
दिनांक :- 06 / 11 / 2013

...
While
Warm water as the geyser
Gives the skin a new taste
After the sudden rain
The sun peeped behind the clouds
As if a fire peaks in the red flamboyant forest
Then purple flowers of Jarul's
Silently washing the suffering of long pain
Worship to God with drunk
Late afternoon in front of the house of crow
Cuckoo calls repeatedly,
Wings fluttering,
Not unnecessarily
She searches her left offspring
Alongside a small river (Kumar) flows
Small dazzling waves,
With a Cold gentle breeze
Flows over my sweet sweat
Ah! Another form of Heaven
Seduced far away from the darkness
Furious within a dream,
I bathe
...
@Musfiq us shaleheen

उनको पूजु है मन अब मेरा हो रहा
जन्म दाता है जो , जन्म जिसने दिया
है वो नर,
पर नारायण सा लगने लगे ।
सोये हम इसलिए जब वो जगने लगे ।
माँ पिता के कई रूप अंजान है
मै पुजारी हूँ
वो मेरे भगवान है ,
इस जहाँमे कोई पुष्प
है ही कहाँ ,
इनके चरणों में जो लाके
मै डाल दू ॥

मेरा तन मन समर्पण
मेरी आतमा,
जिसको चाहो चूनों अब
मेरी भोली माँ

मेरे पापा ,
मै बालक
कहूँ और क्या ??
रक्त हर तरल
आपके पग धरू ॥

जन्म दाता,
ये भी भेट कम लग रहा
पर मै हूँ बालक तुम्हारा
करू और क्या ??

तुझ को पूजु है मन, अब मेरा हो रहा
जन्म दाता है तु, जन्म तुमने दिया ॥

सूरज कुमर सिहँ

दिनांक – 21 – 07 - 2015

While walking hither and thither
Thinking that tonight, the world will set,
While lying , wondering what to do now,
A headache will come in an autorickshaw
The dinner will be skipped
But what stung will not be a comparatively harmless water snake
That viper will sting
during nightly dreams
Again and again
O my! I am dead!

Then ammini, lying nearby
Will cry once,
Assuming “Oh, oh, father is gone”
While I look thinking that she cried in her sleep
Lo! She will smile
Thereupon, outside,
A full moon will laugh with her

That smile is enough
To lose sleep
Then I will get up,
Go out
While I walk hither and thither
Through the full moon’s laughter,
On the Devil Tree in the yard,
A Yakshi will cry and laugh

Then I will get tired
Duly I will come inside and lie down to sleep
The world I thought had set
Will rise in the east
Then what do I do?
Was it me who died yesterday
Or
Someone else we thought of?


(Salim Kumar , An actor)

-: कहानी बने ?? :-

हम भी मजबूर है,
तुम भी  मजबूर हो !!
हम बहुत दूर है
तुम बहुत दुर हो !!

फ़िर मोह्ब्बत कि कैसे
कहानी बने ??

मैं तड़पता रहु,
तुम तड़पती रहे
हम दिवानों कि ऐसी
कहानी बने !!

मेरी यादों मे तुम
युं न आया करो
मै कहीँ ?? पर रहूँ
मन कहीँ पर रहे ॥


तेरे बिन मेरी हालत है
कुछ ईस कदर
मीन जो रेत पर
जल बिना हि रहे  !!

मेरी ख्वाबों मे दस्तक
दिया आपने
कि लगा लखों परीयाँ,
मुझे मिल गई ॥

निंद से जब जगा
बस अंधेरा ही था
तब लगा निंद मुझको
था कितना हंसी ॥

निंद से जब जगा
बस अंधेरा ही था
फ़िर मोह्ब्बत कि कैसे
कहनी बने ??


फिर से मैं सो गया,
ख्वाब देखुं तेरी
ख्वाब मे हीँ मुझे
गुद गुदी हो गई !!

तेरी यादो में मैं
कुछ यूँ खोया रहूं !!
मेरा मन है कहीं
तन कहिं पर रहें ??

मै तड़पता रहूँ
तुम तड़पती रहो
हम दिवानों कि ऐसी
कहानी बनें ॥

मै तड़पता रहूँ
तुम तड़पती रहो
हम दिवानों कि ऐसी
कहानी बनें ॥


हम भी मजबूर है,
तुम भी  मजबूर हो !!
हम बहुत दूर है
तुम बहुत दुर हो !!

फ़िर मोह्ब्बत कि कैसे
कहानी बने ??

- सूरज कुमार सिँह
दिनांक :- 16 / 10 / 2014

-: मै मीनाक्षी :-

मै मीनाक्षी ,
भयभीत हूँ , मौत के बाद भी
मौत का द्रिष्य,
अद्भूत नजारा था,
गैरों के लिये !!

पापा,
मै अब नही,
संभाल लेना खुद को ,
बस आप ही , अब माँ का
सहार हो !!

माँ मुझे आंचल से झाप देती
घर से चौक की दूरि पैदल ही नाप लेती,

मै बहुत कुछ करना चाहती थी
पापा को कैंसर है
ये गम तो, पहले ही मार डाला था
पर आपके लिये
हर रोज मरना चाहती हूँ !!

पाँच दिन का जोब
कहाँ कुछ कमा पाई थी
पापा मै आप को बचालूगी
बस ये दिलासा दिला पाई थी !!

तब तक मुझ पर
चकूओं का 35 वार,
माँ,
लगा सब चुट रहा था
हर चोट के साथ
कई सपना टूट रहा था !!

माँ – पापा आपकी याद आ रही थी ,
आप दोनो कि चिन्ता
मैत से पहले मारी जा रही थी !!

पापा,
मै मर कर भी जिन्दा रहना चाहती हूँ
आप कि सेवा करना चाह्ती हूँ ,
पर ये हो नही सकता,
पर आपकी चिन्ता
मुझे अब भी सताती है !!
पापा क्या आपको मेरी याद आती है ??

मेरे सपने , मेरी जिन्दगी
सब सीमटती जा रही थी
तब भी मुझे मेरी गलती
न याद आ रही थी !!
किस गुनाह का ये सजा थी
क्या लड्की होना,
इतनी बडी गुनाह थी !!

अगर हाँ,
तो मै फिर ये गुनाह करना चाहती हूँ !!  

- सुरज कुमर सिहँ
दिनांक - 19/ 07 / 2015

!! कई दिनों के बाद !!
.
कई दिनों के बाद कलम ने
परिचित सा व्यहार किया
कई दिनों के बाद कलम ने
है खुद को सृगार किया !!
.
कई दिनों के बाद कलम ने
सूरज तुझे बुलाया है ?
.
कई दिनों के बाद कलम
कुछ परिचित प्रश्न उठाते है
कई दिनों के बाद कलम ने
दर्पण सा व्यहार किया !!
.
प्रश्न कलम के लाखो है
पर मै किस पर बिचार करुं
जतीबाद पर लिखूँ
या मै नारीबाद पर वार करुं !!
.
राजनिती के इन मुद्दो पर
श्याही नही बहाऊँगा
राजनिती के कुछ मुद्दो को
राष्ट्रवाद तक लाऊँगा !!
.
- सूरज कुमार सिँह
01-11-2016

नारी के स्म्मान मे

द्रोपदी के चिर हरण से
परिचित कौन नही होगा ?
जहाँ रणों के रणबाँकुर थे
शब्दहीन, थे मौन मौन !!

मान हरण की वही प्रथा
मानो UP दुहराती है !!
लखनऊ के चौराहे मानो
कुरुओं कि है राजमहल,

राहधानी के चौराहो पर
भीड जमाया जाता है
सरे आम यूँ नारी को
जंघे पे बुलाया जाता है,

क्षमा करें,
ईस कलम को तब बेशर्म
होजाना पडता है !!
राजनीती जब नारी को
सरेआम वैश्या कहता है !!

पर,
नारी को स्म्मान दिलाने
दुर्लभ योधा आये है,
12 साल की बची को भी
कामूक स्वर मे बुलाये है !!

इतने पर भी पूर्ण व्यवस्था
मौन दिखाई पडता है,
कई पितामह , कई कर्ण ,
कई द्रोण दिखाई पडता है !!

अर्जुन के गाँडिव भी लगता
चीर हरण मे सामील है
भृकोदर का बली गदा की
दुर्योदन से सन्धि है,
कलियुधिष्ठिर के धर्मो पर
सत्ता कि परछाई है !!
है लगता मानो चीर हरण में
सामील सारे भाई है ।

कितने वीरों की सूची –
तैयार करुँ बतलाने को ??
जो बात – बात पर आते थे,
अपना स्म्मान लौटाने को

कलम मेरी,
है पुछ रही ?
क्या वो अब भी जिन्दा है
थे बढी तमासा किये कभी
शायद उसपर शर्मीन्दा है ??
नारी हित की बातें अब
बस बातों मे ही जिन्दा है,

देख दुर्दशा नारी की,
कलम मेरी शर्मीन्दा है !!
बस है कवियों से पुछ रही,
क्या ? पत्रकारीता जिन्दा है ?
बस जिन्दा है ?
राजनीती की ईस नीती से
UP मेरी शर्मीन्दा है !!
अब भी ये सब थमा नहीं तो,
कलम मेरी मर जायेगी
पन्ने को कर अग्निकुंड
जौहर अपना कर जायेगी !!

- सूरज कुमर सिहँ
26th  Jul  2016

श्याम तु सौंप दे

राधिका की सरल स्नेह न पा सकूँ
रुक्मिणी की नहि, कोई युक्ती कुरुँ
मुझ को मेरी परी श्याम तु सौंप दे
है राधिका वो मेरी, रुक्मिणी भी वही !!

जब भी वो हसी, राधिका सी लगी
की जो सृंगार वो, रुक्मिणी सी लगी
मेरी मीरा वही, मेरी संसार है !!

करदे मेरा उसे, उसको मेर बना
श्याम सूरज की हर सांस, है बस परी
मुझ को मेरी परी श्याम तु सौंप दे
है राधिका वो मेरी, रुक्मिणी भी वही !!

सूरज कुमर सिँह
31-03-2016

My Village
            By – Amulya Kumar Malik  

My Village a small little village
Near a hill and rice field & river
Big   mango Trees small    Cottages
I love it ever .
On the beneath of mango trees
The sequel plays hide and  sick  .
Behind the black cloud with  dates  Trees
The moon play  hide and sick  
My village is always full of flower
I love my village for ever &  ever .
My Cottage of rice  sheet ,
It has a small  hole , I saw moon & son
My small cottage give cold in summer and hit in winter
I Love my village forever .
In small pond we catch fish
The horizon of rice field
Butterfly kiss to merry gold
Playing in winter  cold  ,
The snow white sheet covered bed sheet cover
I love my village forever .
Evening the lovely  rangoli
Strange smell from ***** godhuli
I proud because I born in village
As sun of  farmer I
love my village forever .

It was made of cement and lime,
And expected no praise or any rhyme.
It was placed in the park,
Amidst few trees and growing leaves.

He used to come on every twenty seventh,
On dot from 6 to 8 in this heaven.
He was punctual even in rain,
Determined to reach the bench in pain.

It was the bench who was the witness,
The only witness after God’s inference.
It is the bench who can answer,
The repeated questions he used to repeat.

He was so soft on that hard seat,
And waited for that long meet.
He used to be quite in his thoughts,
Recollecting the moments just passed.

He could speak only to his soul,
Sometimes to the bench in whole.
He cried inner in and outer out,
On that bench his heart out.

No matter what, he was always there,
Be it rain, a fever, omen happening,
Infected, dejected or rejected signing.
He was there , yes he was there on the bench.

The bench wished to speak,
For it could bare no more weight,
The weight of his heavy heart,
And his cry for the constant try.

He was told by many for its of no use,
To wait for the gone and the wrong.
But he was adamant to protect his chaste love,
And to defend his chaste vow.

After a year and after lockdown,
Now the bench is empty,
With no weight of him,
Nor the wait of her.

The bench seems to be happy for knowing,
That he has learned lessons from his love.
Though the bench could never speak,
Yet he always heard the voice beneath.

He no longer waits on the bench,
Nor has any tears to shed.
But he misses the bench,
More than her and less than her love.

Dedicated to the bench in that waiting park.

Thala Abhimanyu Kumar

Dated: 27/06/2020

Its Christmas! Its Christmas!
The skies have early said,
As the winter brings the bliss
Of berries blue and red;

The dew that chanted the tale of his birth
Gleamed in the palm of the lotus leaf;
The flower which stood for his grace on earth
Spread their aroma to void all grief;

Its Christmas! Its Christmas!
The skies have early said,
As the winter brings the bliss
Of berries blue and red;

Loud and clear, the skylark sings,
A cluster full of joy it brings;
Dancing in glee, the tulips many,
Clouds and mountains too join the symphony;

Its Christmas! Its Christmas!
The skies have early said,
As the winter brings the bliss
Of berries blue and red;

                                                                            -Anil Kumar A R

Jindagi ke kasma kash me
kuch aise fansa ki
jindagi jine ki tammana hi khatam ** ***
kaise batau tumhe ki
kis kadar pareshan hoon mai
halat hi kuch aise hai ki
in hoto se bayan hi nahi hogi
.>>>>>> SANDEEP KUMAR SINGH.

Many Happy returns of the Day Mani

Hope you celebrate such days, many


This world we know is fani

Your style of story-telling is toofaani


Hindi Raj Kumar’s famous dialogue, Eh Jaani

I am sure you are singing, Rajesh Khanna’s “Mere sapno ki Rani”


Sunday ** yah Monday, roz khao Andey!

We are okay to settle with Hyderabadi Biryani in Dande

Dearly Beloved in Christ

     Greetings to you in the most powerful name of our lord and savior
Jesus Christ. I am glad to write this loving letter to talk to you
today. We are glad to see your works on the website. I am also thank
Lord for giving us a great communication to share on another. Before
introducing me, we are assuring our continued prayers for your
ministry and for your dear family in all our prayers and you please do
pray for us and for our ministry in India. My name is Mrs. Jayamma, am
38 my husband's name John Victor aged 40. We have been preaching the
gospel and planting churches in 10 agency villages. we win thousands
of souls into the Kingdom of Heaven through your powerful and
spiritually filled messages.
India is a pagan country bounded by 330 million pagan Gods and there
are 880,000 villages in India where people still do not know Jesus.
Our goal is to plant churches in such areas and we as a team go over
there preach the gospel and stay over there and see that a church is
planted over there and leave a new Pastor over the work. All of our
villagers are agricultural laborers. They are very poor. We are
working for the Lord among them.       Apart from this we do have
children home with 30 abandoned children. And Old age mother’s home
with 10 ladies. We save these children and old mothers to win them for
Christ. We are accommodating them in a rented building and we are
praying for our own ministry campus. Please do encourage us and do
help these children if you are inspired  by the spirit of  Lord. The
name of our orphanage and old aged mother home is Jaya Charitable
Home. If you need more information regarding this project, we shall
send to your hon our. We really encourage you to pray and visit our
orphans and help as the Lord leads you to do so.         Our daughter
is padmaja. Our son is Lewis Kumar. They are supporting our work here.
My husband is a village doctor (First Aid) He got permission from the
government to do first Aid treatment. I work tailoring and embroidery.
I give my tithe to support to arrange good food for them, giving good
India dress (Saree blouse) they will pray for our ministry. We do also
support the widows in the church with a small monthly support and
there are so many widows who desperately need help. (James 1:27).
Please do pray for the needs of our ministry and also we are
requesting you to please visit India so that you will know that we are
a genuine ministry. If you need any references if you cannot come, we
can give you and you can contact them.
But our heartfelt invitation is for you to visit us as a team or your
family; we would be really excited in meeting you and hearing your
powerful messages. Please let us know of your schedule and please
inform our ministry activities in whatever way you can help us, or
encourage us to your churches, friends, relatives, crusade speakers
who are interested in helping with the work of Lord in India. If Lord
leads you we are wishing to conduct a big International Crusade with
your team.
Our letter is not to solicit you for funding all of our activities,
but we are only telling you of our activities and if you are only led
by the Lord, we ask you to encourage us and guide us and support us
and visit us and give your valuable suggestions and also pray for us
as God answers our prayers and fulfill our needs..
We close our letter with love and greetings and hugs to you. If you
need more information please do email us or you postal address.
Love to hear from you good news.

Yours Indian Sister
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   Ch.Jayamma
    Parampeta (post) -534447
    Jangareddygudem (Mandel)

West  Godawari District, A.P., S. India

It is another Sunday in the winter.
I am properly tucked in my quilt.
I browse through the top headlines of the hour.
It says the temperature outside is two-degree centigrade and I quit
all ideas of leaving my quilt.

Sundays in winter were my favourite days
and letting me play on Sundays my cookies
for reading properly for six days.
Those Sundays, which seem to be distant memories,
are some of my best memories.

Saturdays were the days of preparation.
Arranging bats, *****, and bicycles, at least, four,
deciding time and venue for the action,
making strategies to sail us ashore-
were some important tasks to be completed before.

I used to sleep a bit early after setting
up a thousand alarms, in case I missed a few,
to ensure I woke up in the morning.
and then I would make a few
calls to wake up the crew.  

Though while gearing up,
I would move as little as possible
my Mom would always wake up
and then I had to wear all the clothes ‘cause cold air made you susceptible
to sick and sick made you feeble.

Before I could leave home, I had
to close the door as slowly as possible
because I didn't want to wake up Dad
for he was predictably unpredictable
and it was too risky a gamble.

We dared not look into uncles 'n aunties'
eyes while asking our friends to come to play
for their looks could terrorize
anyone. We'd then go to the decided play-
ground on the shared bicycles without delay.

Quarrels to bat at the top,
the endless running around to save a few runs,
‘barking’ on fellow players lest catches they drop,
heated discussions on run-outs-
these memories still give me goose bumps.

The celebrations after winning the matches and
blaming each other for losing were
the customs of the day and
mom made ‘chicken’ and a good after-
noon nap - a perfect finish for a day to remember.

A lifetime has gone by
since we last played together
and bade each other goodbye
but those memories still lurking somewhere
inside our brains adhere us together.
I usually do not write about myself or my memories, which makes it special. Those days are some of my best memories. And in a cricket crazy country like ours, many definitely have similar memories.
© Devashish Kumar

Fashion has always had two elements famous and embody, which probed the notion of how a distinctive muse can instil life into clothes. Simply put, a designer always aligned himself to a persona. But the advent of fashion blogs and websites removed the exclusivity factor and with slight modifications made it accessible to all. Fashion Lady is one such platform that women can turn to for fashion advice – 5.35 lakh women who follow the blog on Facebook vouch for it. Sree Reddy the woman behind all the glamsham, in conversation with Hyderabad Express, talks about her journey from a fashion-conscious woman to fashion advisor.

The journey thus far...

The odds of a Rajamundry girl, coming from a family where girls didn’t study and were married off before they turned 20, making it big in the fashion industry is almost zero. And yet, 13 years after leaving her home in Rajamundry, Sree, the fashion advisor of her family and friends, has become an advisor to the 2.5 lakh women who visit her website every month.

“The best thing a woman can wear is her confidence but Indian women, do not feel comfortable in wearing fashionable clothes. ‘Will I look good in this?’ is the first question on their minds. This is what Fashion Lady hopes to change,” says Sree who is the only educated woman in her family.

While being passionate about dressing well and helping her family do so too, Sree always had this thought at the back of her head that there would be several others who would need a comforting voice to tell them that they can pull of that little black dress or the low-cut blouse with an equal elan.

“My parents never stopped me from pursuing my passion but when the time came I gave my assent for marriage. I then moved to the US with my husband. But a few years later when we returned, my husband urged that I make a career out of my passion and this is how Fashion lady was born,” Sree reminisces and adds, “My experiences and encouragement from family inspired me to undertake this journey.” Having started with one staffer, the online magazine, as Sree likes to call it, today has 30 employees who write and advise across verticals, fashion, beauty, makeup, wellness and much more.

“The idea is to make make Indian women aware of latest trends; which with slight modifications can be incorporated by them to suit their personalities,” says Sree adding that it is offers a holistic approach to fashion.

Besides its advisory role, Fashion Lady also brings out monthly periodicals that help woman dress up according their sun sign.

Was it difficult to create a brand and name for herself in the city? “Not really. Passion helped me,” she says.

While asserting that Fashion lady is for “the real women with practical suggestions”, Sree admits that Hyderabad lags behind in terms of fashion and style. “It is not as laid back as it is made out to be,” she quips.

Achievement

“All I knew was that this was my calling. Reaching five lakh plus fans in less than three years of existence and appreciation over the years are my achievements,” she says.

Favourite designers

Bridal: Manish Malhotra Party wear: Tarun Tahiliani Formal: Label Ritu Kumar Closet

Must - haves

White lenin dress

Tan sandals

Gemstone accessories

Floral stole

Shades

Fashion is...

Anything you feel comfortable and confident in is fashion for me. There is no fixed definition for fashion, it is very subjective. But yes, I love to dress up in traditional Indian clothing.

Fashion philosophy

I won’t change my style to impress anyone -- I will be me wherever I go. I am not shy in portraying myself as Indian. In fact, during my stay in the US I would wear only traditional Indian outfits

Would like to style?

Every Indian woman who is not confident about carrying latest fashion. I want to be there to tell them that they will be able to pull it off.See more at:www.marieaustralia.com/bridesmaid-dresses | www.marieaustralia.com/short-formal-dresses

<p><p> Questo matrimonio è follemente bello .Ma non è sorprendente.considerando che è un oro .rosa e rosso infuso bellezza culturale realizzato da una squadra di talento seriamente di venditori Texas .Pensa Posey floreali e progettazione di eventi .Caroline + Ben Fotografia e 36th Street Events .tutti insieme per creare una giornata che mette in evidenza il vero amore e uno dei duo più simpatico che abbia mai incontrato .Vedi tutto qui nella piena galleria .<p><p> E un film dolce da photohouse Films .impressionante .Si prega di aggiornare il tuo <p> browserColorsSeasonsSpringSettingsBallroomResortStylesCultural Beauty Dalla Sposa .Ci siamo incontrati a Tokyo nel 2005. Eravamo entrambi insegnamento della lingua inglese .Eravamo buoni amici in un primo momento .ma entrambi sapevamo che c'era qualcosa di più ad esso e nel 2006 siamo diventati una coppia .<p> nostro tema iniziato come "leggero" .ma penso che come è progredito quando abbiamo trovato la nostra citazione ( "Siamo andati a trovare noi stessi e abbiamo trovato l'altro" ).e che è diventato il tema .come era nei nostri inviti.il nostro segnoe il nostro video.<p> Abbiamo fatto i segni della barra ( " Sei Reddy per una notte Phull di divertimento?" ) .i segni tavolo escort e carte di escort che si basavano sulla skyline delle nostre rispettive città di provenienza (Londra .Chicago ) e la città cheincontrato a ( Tokyo) .<p> nostro planner Beth fece il segno principale tendone che è stato il fulcro per la <b>abiti da sposa corti</b>  camera .Conteneva la nostra citazione - "Siamo andati a trovare noi stessi e abbiamo trovato l'un l'altro . "<p> Abbiamo comprato qualche nuvoletta bianca e pannelli di gesso da Etsy  <a href="http://www.belloabito.com/abiti-da-sposa-corti-c-49"><b>abiti da sposa corti</b></a>  così le persone possono scrivere i loro consigli coniugale e scattare foto di se stessi .<p> Abbiamo anche chiesto un amico a mettere insieme un video di immagini di noi che crescono con i nostri amici e le famiglie e poi noi insieme con i reciproci amici e famiglie che abbiamo giocato prima del nostro ingresso alla sala di ricevimento .<p> Abbiamo trovato avere un wedding planner è stata la chiave .Soprattutto visto come fosse un matrimonio posizione.Inoltre .abbiamo usato il sito wedsimple.com per mantenere i nostri clienti informati attraverso il nostro sito .per fare le nostre RSVP e tenere sotto controllo che stava arrivando .Il mio momento preferito della giornata è stata capolino attraverso le porte appena prima del nostro ingresso nella hall della reception .a guardare tutti i nostri ospiti ridere ( e piangere ) al nostro video. <p> Mia più grande pezzo di consulenza per le spose e sposi pianificare il loro matrimonio oggi: non ti accontentare tutti .Non  <p><a href="http://www.belloabito.com/goods.php?id=575" target="blank"><img width="240" height="320" src="http://188.138.88.219/imagesld/td//t35/productthumb/1/1957335353535394817.jpg"></a></p>  cercare di .<p> Fotografo: Caroline + Ben Fotografia | dell'artista: photohouse Film | Wedding Planner : 36th Street  <a href="http://www.belloabito.com/abiti-da-sposa-c-1"><b>vestiti da sposa</b></a>  Eventi | Fiorista : Posey floreale e Design Event | Dress : Ritu Kumar | Scarpe : Nine West | Catering : Barton Creek Resort \u0026 Spa | Illuminazione:Illios Illuminazione | vestito dello sposo : Jaeger | Cerimonia di Set - up : Prashe | Hair \u0026 Make-up : Pearl Hair \u0026 Make-up Studio | lino.Chairs \u0026 Piatti : Marquee affitti | Luogo : Barton Creek Resort \u0026 SpaMarquee Event Group .36th Street Eventi e Posey floreale e progettazione di eventi fanno parte del nostro Little Black Book .Scopri come i membri sono scelti visitando la nostra pagina delle FAQ .Marquee Group Event vedi portfolio 36th Street Eventi vedi portfolio Posey floreale e Event Design VIEW</p>

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With fake and cheap copies of high-end popular designer wears increasing in the market, fashion experts have expressed their concern over plagiarism being on the rise in the industry.

"I think it (plagiarism) is an international problem, it is not just an Indian problem. It is said that plagiarism is a form of flattery (as the designs are getting copied). I don't subscribe to it. I am against it," noted designer Wendell Rodricks said.

"It took me seven years to patent my name Wendel l Rodricks as a brand. One should look to solve this problem the earliest," he said.

According to well-known designer Anita Dongre, the fashion industry should come together to tackle the issue.

"Now everything is digital, some of the designs get copied immediately online. All my lehengas are copied. It is sad," she said.

Echoing similar sentiments, designer Masaba also feels that plagiarism is the worst part of the fashion industry.

"It is sad that there is no control on the copycats...and too many undeserving people are getting recognition and chances to showcase," she said.

Masaba is known for her innovative prints and one can often see fake designs being sold at lesser prices.

"We are one of the most copied design houses in the country, and you just have to figure it if it eats into your business. If it doesn't, you shouldn't waste your time and money on it," she said.

Masaba, however, feels one can take culprits to court.

"Legal action can be taken if you have the bandwidth, but the fake market is too huge to tackle and lawmakers are extremely slow to act on it."

Wendell also thinks in a country like India, the legal matters pile up and it takes time, which is the sad part.

"The amount of time it takes in this country to bring someone (guilty) to court is too much. Ritu Kumar (designer) had taken people to court and won. But it is one of its kind of a case. You need to give that much amount of time," he said.

According to designer Gaurang Shah, one should take it as a compliment if their designs are copied.

"In a way it is a compliment that others are following you. But it is annoying as you work so hard and the design gets copied. It is a challenge for designers to come up with new ideas," he added.Read more at:www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-2016 | www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-brisbane

I again got stuck in the bridge today
In the Upper Plateau bridge-
The bridge  across  the lagoon.
Stuck, with no breathing space to manoeuvre
All three lanes facing forward, chock a block
Cars of all sizes and costs strewn around

It's always like that, faced ahead on the wheel
Neither space to turn left to see anything right;
Nor to the right, for anything left...
When on the steering wheel
You are responsible, not just for your actions;
But the whole world around.
For the car in the front, back and the
Sides, who cannot move until you move.
Slowly you realise, 'it was never a
Bridge across for ever"

There has been this urge,
Many a time, to break out and run, though
You are stuck in the bridge, no room to
manoeuvre
Often it's like a circle eating itself;
Beginning losing the end and vice versa!

But then comes the thoughts of the school fees, the maintenance, the rent and the upkeep
You are stuck on the bridge, mate
Stay put, until the snarls open its own


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All rights reserved (c) A K Kalesh Kumar 2016

THIS IS GOING TO BE A WORK COMPOSED BY ALL OF US. POETRY CAN BRING US TOGETHER. Comment the next lyric and I will post it with your name in parentheses.

Here I sit in this bitter cold(L.K.)
whispering sweet nothings to the moon, for the night will cease into existence and dawn shall be upon us soon. (aesha nisar)
Enwrought with silver light and dark cloths of night(Abhay Chopra)

There she plays in a twisted mind
bombarded with such torturous remarks, and a dark witty retort  
don't fall victim to the spoon
once again observe the phoenix taking flight (L.K.)

Here I sit in the bitter cold,
Watching the sunshine fold,
Down beyond the horizon,
Along with it's shimmering gold(Arlen)
were I wept no one knows
Beautiful sunset pink, and yellow
even in the bitter cold
light shines in the darkest soul (L.K.)

for this is the place to be? I'm told
Shall I add a line, should I be so bold?
Or just sit here alone in the bitter cold(Terence James Potter)
alone in the bitter cold (L.K.)

There she plays in a twisted mind(L.K.)
whispering sweet nothings to the moon, for the night will cease into(aesha nisar)
broken womb destined to the tomb
Enwrought with silver light and dark cloths of night(Abhay Chopra)

As the paint peels off the moss ridden eaves
Watching The violent clouds sailing by(Nirali Shah)
just like the passing of the autumn leaves
moving your puppet strings, so sly(L.K.)

I'm not sure what to fill so I'll sit by this window sill(Chimera)
looking at the ****** of crows, and their fresh ****
sitting here solemn, and every so very still
do what thou wilt, let that be your will(L.K)

And the daylight still creeps coldly across the floor(Evelyn Ash)
wretched images of decaying bodies there like zombies
laying on cold steal floors, what is human anymore
even in the wretchedness I will endure (L.K.)

writing words on someone's soul(Cristina)
The one who stole mine, I've been told(Michael Wysocki)
I put my own name in parentheses(Joshua Amos Graff / J.M.G.)
so no one truly knows me(L.K.)

dysfunctional pull grasping the life out of me(patty m)
as I am chocking, hoping I begin to breath(L.K.)
with coffee stained teeth chattering and frosted skin vibrating( J.M.G)
I can't understand what you prophets are saying(L.K.)

Remembering the past of a life untold(Brandon K Stephenson)
Watching darkness as it takes a hold(L.K.)
This darkness has got a hold of me(Jaishree Kumar)
Remember that life will set you free(L.K.)

You,
Add as an ornament me,
I often be ashamed that.

Because,
Yours levities are
About me only
Bear a burden you
Don’t know my deep affection.


At your shadow war
Use as weapon me,
And my nearness
Make as precaution you.
In the flow of season
Me and you
Twist in two way.
You as in
And I also out.
Thus we are
Become goddess and slave.

Now,
I am deduct my life
Wear out olden memories
In this stepping stone.
And you; brooding
In golden veil of dreams
No blossom at anytime
On your dreams
Don’t get my thoughts
And journey words.

At the village ways
In soften silence
Small ants getting
For worship
They are coming
With a row
And roosting
My wet chest
I like it
Because,
They wish
Friendship with me

Am I become whose saviour?
Answer of this question is
Now my research topic
In this evening
Remove you my friendship.
When you re wear it?
Until then,
In freezes dew
Like cursed stone
Me alone
Trembled
Stiffed......
========== C N Kumar.

black chile o' mine...

the unfulfilled dream of slaves
and martyrs

the envy of restiviks
and refugees worldwide

who'd risk life and limb
for a slice of your pie

and your choice of a
learning tree to climb
or pepperoni

a marketable skill
with cheese
or a street hustle
on the side

black chile o' mine...

on line since yesterday
for new kicks by mj
and kanye

blowing stacks on grills
and transient thrills
to impress

quoting 2 chainz
and ti
like scripture

twiddling thumbs stuck
on virtual play
deep into school nights

classroom eyes
sleep-deprived
dotting "t's" and crossing "i's"

and you wonder why
black chile o' mine
ain't on spelling bees
like kumar khan
and lisa lee

why the pen
not the pullitzer prize
fits the hidden script
written in cursive
between typed lines

black chile o' mine...

flashing gang signs
and guns
on facebook

tweeting
net lingo typos
on twitter

while the good books
with master keys
to unlock unlimited potential

and fulfill
the dream of slaves

gather dust...

you betta get your act right!

back chile o' mine...

~ P
(7/19/2013)

I saw everything
In front of eyes looked deeply involved
The two friends looked at fester
Love saw two fighting
The break saw two flowers .

If neither ,

Make someone saw
Do not believe anyone saw
Love did not laugh
Friends call seen
Saw two flowers blooming .


Sandeep Kumar Singh