"kumar" poems
MAI BAHV SUCHI UN BHAVO KI
JO BIKE SADDA HI BIN TOLE
TANHAI HU HAR US KHAT KI JO
JO PADHA GYA HAI BIN KHOLE
HAR AANSU KO HAR PATTHAR TAK
PAHUNCHANE KI LACHAR HUK
MAI SAHAJ ARTH UN SABDO KA
JO SUNE GYE HAI BIN BOLE
JO KABI NAHI BARSA KHUL KAR
HAR US BADA L KA PANI HU
LAV-KUSH KI TEER BINA GAYE
SITA KIA RAM KAHANI HU
MAI BHAV SUCHI UN BHAVO KI.
............
KI JINKE SAPNO KE TAJ MAHAL
BAN NE SE PAHLE TUT GAYE
JI HAATHO ME DO HAATH KABHI
AANE SE PAHLE CHUT GYE
DHARTI PAR JINKE KHONE AUR
PAANE KI AJAB KAHANI HAI
KISHMAT KI DEVI MAAN GYE
PAR PRANAY DEVETA RUTH GYE
MAI MAILI CHADAR WALE US
KABIRA KI AMRIT VANI HU
LAV-KUSH KI TEER BINA GAYE
SITA KKI RAM KAHANI HU
KUCH KAHTE HAI MAI SEEKHA HU
APNE JAKHMO KO KHUDSEE KAR
KUCH JAAN GYE MAI HASHTA HU
BHEETAR BHEETAR ANSU PEEKAR
KUCH KAHTE HAI MAI HU VIRODH SE
UPJI EK KHUDAAR VIJAY
KUCH KAHTE HAI MAI MARTA HU
KHUD ME JEEKAR KHUD ME MARKAR
LEKIN MAI HAR CHATURI KI
SOCHI SAMJHI NADANI HU
LAV-KUSH KI TEER BINA GAYE
SITA KI RAM KAHANI HU...
WRITTEN BY :::::: SHASHANK KUMAR DWIVEDI
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 8:11 AM UTC
JISKI DHUN PAR DUNIA NAACHE ,DIL AISA EK TARA HAI
JO HUMKO BHI PYARA HAI AYR JO TUMKO BHI PYARA HAI
JHUM RAHI HAI SAARI DUNIA JABKI HUMARO GEETO PAR
TAB KAHTI ** PYAR HUA HAI KYA EHSHAN TUMHARA HAI
JO DHARTI SE MABAR JODE USKA NAAM MUHABBAT HAI
JO SEESHE SE PATTHAR TODE USKA NAAM MUHABBAT HAI
KTARA*2 SAGAR TAK ** JATI HAI HAR UMR MAGAR
BAHATA DARAIA WAPAS MODE USKA NAAM MUHABBAT HAI
PANAHO ME JO AAYA ** TO USPE WAR KYA KARNA ?
JO DIL HARA HUA ** USPE FIR ADHIKAR KYA KARNA ?
MUHABBAT KA MAZA TO DUBANE KI KASHMKASH ME HAI
JAB ** MALUM GAHRAI TO DARIA PAAR KYA KARNA
BASTI BASTI GHOR UDASI PARVAT PARVAT KHALIPAN
MAN HIRA BEMOL BIK GAYA GHIS GHIS REETA TAN CHANDAN
IS DHARTI SE US AMBAR TAK DO HI CHEEJ GAJAB KI HAI
EK TO TERA BHOLAPAN HAI EK MERA DEEWANAPAN
TUMHARE PAAS HU LEKIN JO DURI HAI SAMAJHTA HU
TUMHARE BIN MERI HASTI ADHURI MAI SAMAJHTA HU
BAHUT BIKHARA BAHUT TUTA THAPEDE SAH NAHI PAYA
HAWAO KE ISHARO PAR MAGAR MAI BAH NAHI PAYA
ADHURA ANSUNA HI RAH GAYA YU PYAR KA KISSA
KABHITUM SUN NAHI PAYI KABHI MAI KAH NAHI PAYA...
WRITTEN BY : SHASHANK KUMAR DWIVEDI
[email protected] (FACEBOOK)
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 8:27 AM UTC
...
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
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 2:13 PM UTC
DEAR
GALTI MERI THI
USNE MUJHE CHAHA HI NAHI
MAI CHAHAT SAMAJH BAITHA
GALTI MERI THI
USKI PAL BHAR KI MUSKURAHAT KO
PYAR SAMAJH BAITHA
GALTI MERI THI
WO TO HAR BAAT PAR HAA KARTI THI
MAI HI IQRAR SAMAJH BAITHA
GALTI MERI THI
USNE MUJHSE JYADA AHMIYAT DI MERE DOSTO KO
MAIN USKI YE AADDA MAJAK SAMAJH BAITHA
GALTI MERI THI
USNE KAHA V THA
KOI AUR HAI USKI ZINDGI ME
MAI HI KHUD KO USKI
ZINDGI SAMAJH BAITHA......
GALTI MERI THI
..............
........
....
WRITTEN BY : PANKAJ KUMAR RAI (BABA)
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 11:24 AM UTC
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 .
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 12:18 AM UTC
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
Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 2:07 AM UTC
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
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 10:49 AM UTC
-: 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
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 1:39 AM UTC
-: 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
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 1:39 AM UTC
Standing at the crossroad of life
sad and lonely
storm clouds gather around you
at the crossroad of life......
raining now, dreams vanished
feet are so tired, brain is so wired
clouds weeping
death is not the end, at the crossroad
stranger called I......
(C) asoke kumar mitra,March 16, 2015,:23.00,India,Kolkata
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 2:16 PM UTC
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.
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 9:46 AM UTC
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
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 7:49 PM UTC
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
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 1:52 AM UTC
You're a Teacher first and a Parent second
As a father, you're doing great every second
You have always been true
And knew the right thing to do
No matter how much negativity surrounds you
We wonder how do you manage to
Forgive the ones who hurt you
You gave us everything from the bottom of your heart
We inherited our love for badminton, cricket, and art
The love you gave us and the values you taught
Are so priceless and can never be bought
Here's your Birthday song, "My Dad, My Hero"
Because without you, we are nothing but a Zero
>><><><><><<
Prem Kumar Tunuri
Sunil Jaikar Tunuri
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 1:25 PM UTC
I get you,
I get your fragrance, in my body
where are you?
where are you?
a mad man runs after fragrance,
where it is?
is it you ?
(C) Asoke Kumar Mitra, march,18, 2015, 18:04,India,Kolkata
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 8:35 AM UTC
The desired gene could be found
In each cell of the body,
But it expresses positively in few cells.
A trefoil factor encoding gene I mean,
It is found in the intestine
TFF1 is found exclusively in the intestine.
TFF1 is also known as pS2
Meaning protein for specificity 2,
2nd gene discovered for specificity protein.
TFF1 protects gastrointestinal mucosa,
From any injuries that may result
Out of pathogenic invasion.
The trefoil factor 2 encoding gene
Is also found in the intestine
But TFF2 plays a different role in the body.
TFF2 is also known as pS1
Meaning protein for specificity 1,
1st gene discovered for specificity protein.
TFF2 protects gastrointestinal mucosa,
From any cancer that may result
Out of oncogenic activity.
And the third trefoil factor encoding gene,
It is only expressed in the female womb
But TFF3 is crucial for a successful pregnancy.
I love my field of study very much
And I respect my major guide,
Dr Ashok Kumar Mohanty, he is so wise.
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 8:17 PM UTC
untold words, mind's untold words,
turned to song and paintings,
never knew when...
no one will understand, none
except she
wanted to say,
unsaid words
in blue pale light of midnight
I know,
only she
(C) Asoke Kumar Mitra ,March,18, 2015 :18:15, India,Kolkata
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 8:42 AM UTC
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
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 8:09 AM UTC
Sights disable me by birth
Father as witness to.
Mother to teach A to Z every time
And trying well correcting my sight.
To leave school, after full fill lessons
To change my disable sight, why?
For my sight, present friends and other people,
Of book tonic, medicine plants,
Traditional treatments
And more other onetime roots,
But nothing change my sight,
At last the order coming,
Wear specs.
To run at 1st street
Saw, wore whole shop in saffron coluor,
In glass chamber, stick saffron bindi in all doll's forehead
And saffron specs covered their eyes.
Add verse displayed - buy specs
Get rusted lance free absolutely.
To reached eyes on 2nd street
The shop 'n' carpets are green,
All dolls had beard and turban
In theplank advertising - buy specs
Get sword 'n' a bottle perfume free.
In the 3rd street endered my face
Whole room yellow, front dolls, specs,
Everywhere yellow, display text be yellow,
If buy specs, wonderful wine free.
To the 4th street, move my foot
Whole floor blue like the sea,
At shop, dolls, specs, all are blue
Gospel on display board
Seat on heaven be reserve free, buy specs.
Much crouded in 5th street
From enterence and street , to shop are red
Dolls are spectrum of victims, specs are red
slogan of display plank,
Sharpen wooden spear free,
Under puchased all specs.
And stret boys call worst,
Throw ***** of guilty verse,
And much caper plays
At back, a crying noises
That 2nd street, ask a boy brokenly
Passed away whole street,
In which specs for my sight?
And which colour for specs?
I too distruct and move my leg to 6th street,
From door to everywhere crystal,
And the floor pellucid, on the street no crowd
At the shop no doll and display plank.
When wear crystal specs,to see my own me?
To know my friend, colour of appetite,
Depth of love, greatness of hope in eyes.
I pray, with pulsated heart,
And wait for specs on the 6th street.
==============================C N Kumar.
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 1:05 AM UTC
-: 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
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 2:29 AM UTC
-: 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
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 1:54 AM UTC
Can not escape myself from this place
because of twilight
There is something strange about.......
your absence......
Dark comes in
grows around me
The void
in my heart says you are absent
Where did you go?
in this late-winter early spring, evening
Wanted to say goodbye
many a times
I
surrender
walking
towards nowhere again.........
Your body, your mind, your lips
gave me shelter......
Parting kiss
every night
Many a times tried.... but....
can not escape myself
As she loved the twilight
(C)asoke kumar mitra.full moon night,
march 05-2015:00:01,India,Kolkata
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 1:34 PM UTC
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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
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 3:33 AM UTC
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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Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 7:41 PM UTC
!! 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
Nov 3, 2016
Nov 3, 2016 at 1:03 AM UTC