Monday, 20 March 2017

Dear Assaulter.

13:43


You saw me. But that wasn’t enough. You wanted me w/o covers. idk what drove on you that stint that you forgot all the manners and good stuff we learned at school? Maybe your manliness dominated over your heart. You knew I am weak to fight. That’s what people out in public told you.  If I resist, it’s a yes. That’s what your seniors told you.  Do it if you’re son of a real man; knock her down. That’s what your friends told you. Maybe the Satan knows what made your masculine frame rule out my wan spirit.

But guess what? You didn’t unveil your brawn but highlighted the frightful clouds surrounding your perception. You were strong, no? Still you chose the night when I was walking home on a lonely thoroughfare. You grabbed my hand and the ‘opportunity’. You dragged me to the earth, tore my clothes and forced your ‘thing’ in me. But the pleasurable hole did lead you to an expanse darker than the hour of omens.

The school taught you about women empowerment but this society taught you that I am weak. They taught you that you are a ‘man’. But tell me, you mister, rushing on a stag like a wolf-is it manly? Your beard does not define how valiant you are, your acts do.  And now your eyes will split the guilt when you’ll see me walking through the same thoroughfare, all alone, in a darker night, still confident and unbreakable.

What did you do? The ‘opportunity’ that you grabbed was actually the key to the apocalypse that steered you to the worst nightmare. You thought you’ll ruin me. You thought I’ll lose.
The society taught you that I am weak. But they didn’t tell you that I am stronger than you could ever be. You invited your end, but you can’t escape this easy. You’ll regret your nasty act ‘cuz that’s all you could do then.
They told you were strong?
                                                                                                        really?!
~Varia xo


Monday, 16 January 2017

एक रही।

06:44


न जाने किन राहों में चलते-चलते, खो गए हैं हम
इन गुलशन तन्हाइयों के बीच, सपनें सो गए हैं अब। 

दिलों की है ये दास्तान, 
सब नसीब का है कारोबार 
इन्ही गुमशुदा राहों में 
ज़िन्दगी से आँखें हुई थीं चार। 

झाँका था उस समय जब हमने दीवार के उस पार,
दिखे कुछ बिखरे हुए सपने,
कुछ धुंधली-धुंधली यादें,
कुछ महोब्बत के दो पल, ज़ार-ज़ार।

इस कचरे के ढेर में, इस नापाक समुन्दर में 
दिखा था एक राही, अपनी राह बनाता हुआ; 
भटका एक बेचारा, ज़िन्दगी के गीत गुनगुनाता हुआ। 

कुछ सपनों को समेटके, कुछ यादों को भुला के, 
मोहब्बत के पाठ पढता हुआ। 

जेबें खली थीं उसकी 
मगर मुठ्ठी थी बंद,
आँखें थीं थकी-हारी,
पर झलका रहीं थीं उमंग।  

खोज में कुछ पाने की निकला था ये राही,
कुछ सपने पूरे करने निकला था ये राही। 

न जाने कैसे इस मोड़ पर ला खड़ा किया ज़िन्दगी ने उसे 
जहां खुद की पहचान भूल, वो खुदा से पूछ रहा था,

या अल्ला! ये क्या हुआ है मुझे!
क्यों अपना आशियाना छोड़, इन गलियों में भटक रहा हूँ। 
न जाने क्या पाने के लिए दीवारों में सर पटक रहा हूँ। 

सुनकर उसकी पुकार, देवताओं ने दिया उसे जवाब,
ऐ मूर्ख! तू है मेरी औलाद, क्यों निकला तू इन राहों में 
गुलशन था तेरा जीवन, क्यों निकला तू इन गलियों, इन चौबारों में। 


बहुत देखे तूने सुख, शायद यही था तेरे नसीब को मंज़ूर 
बहुत देखे तूने सुख, शायद यही था तेरे नसीब को मंज़ूर,
थोड़ा गम का प्याला चख, ले ज़िन्दगी का तू मज़ा 
दो दिन की बात है, हंसकर काट ले ये सज़ा। 

बादलों के बीच से एक आवाज़ चीख़ की आई, 
छाती से होते हुए उसके दिल में जा समाई। 

"जी हुज़ूर", कहकर वो बढ़ चला उसी राह में;
खो गई थी उसकी पहचान,
भूल चूका था वो सारे गम;
बस आखों में थे कुछ सपने, 
व दिल में थी जीने की उमंग 
व दिल में थी जीने की उमंग 
व दिल में थी जीने की उमंग।

                                                                                                   ~Varia



Friday, 13 January 2017

जय जवान।

09:42
thank you. 

सरहद पर 
कभी ठंड में 
कभी चिचिलाती धुप में 
इस देश को छाँव करता है 
मेरे देश का जवान कुछ ऐसा है। 

खुद के त्यौहार कुर्बान करके 
दुश्मन के अड्डे तबाह करके 
वो सीमाओं की सुरक्षा करता है 
मेरे देश का जवान कुछ ऐसा है। 

बेख़बर कार्तिक-फाल्गुन के 
बमों की आकाशबाज़ी 
व ख़ून की होली वो खेलता है 
मेरे देश का जवान कुछ ऐसा है। 

खुदके कपड़े एक-रंगा कर 
परिवार अपना बेरंगा कर 
इस देश को सतरंगा रंगता है 
मेरे देश का जवान कुछ ऐसा है। 

अपनी नींदे भुला के 
बिना पलक झपकाए 
जिसको तैनात देख,
दुश्मन दबे पैर भग जाए।  

कभी पिता, कभी पति,
कभी भाई, कभी बंधु ;

कभी ममता के आँचल में 
कभी भारत की मिट्टी में जो सोता है 
इस देश का जवान कुछ ऐसा है
मेरे देश का जवान कुछ ऐसा है

~Varia 


Saturday, 31 December 2016

Dear 2k17.

10:25


And another year passed. Everything is new, and so is me.
"somethings never change", they say. The mirror was the proof.

The pain that my eyes reflected and crystals of tears are still unchanged. 
    but Dear World, 
        look deeper.

My eyes now reflect the joy of being hurt, the happiness of falling apart and the delight of surviving the times which seemed endless. Peeking into past, I see scars- proving how far I've moved. There were smiles that i deserved and times when i was just Satan's play doll.
But see, i am happy; 'cuz i am alive. Still perplexed, wasting my life running in search of spare i worth. 



But yeah, happy in this mess and a bit satisfied. 
2k17 will see a different me. I am all set to walk on new adventure and unrevealed new experiences. 

Soothing all my bruises, packing up my bag, tightening my shoe lace, here i stand to travel in time once again; but this time, to a bright future.

Dear 2k17,
 ready to bear new storms;
 ready to face stronger me?

~Varia xoxo

Monday, 14 November 2016

Dear Alluring Ally. (:

10:29


yk the times you got some ppl to your life and you get into them so so much that you never wanna leave them ever.
Some ppl whom you don't even know and who don't know you, but still you guys become friends.
There are such persons in your life that you find at some point in your life who are miles and miles away from you but still fathom you better than someone 'sooo' close to you.



If you've got such friends whom you could say how bad your day was, w/ whom your secrets are no more secrets, w/ whom you could talk 'bout your broken heart, moreover the broken you.

They heal every edge of you.

Such idiots are love! <3

They are masterpieces born to fix every ripped part of your life and fill your memories w/ giggles.



They are the angels God had sent to you.
They are some like lucky charms!
Someone calm like a cloud, gorgeous like crystals and precious as guinea pig! ahaha!!

To all such beautiful hearts existing out there, thank you!

To all those pretty 'donuts' who smiled while reading this, you it was for YOU!

idk where I'd have been w/o you. Anyways, what matters is where I am.
I am here, smiling, and still standing 'cuz of you.



Thanks for letting me know I am beautiful 😉
Happy birthday, love 😘
~Varia 😄 xoxo

Friday, 4 November 2016

Chainsmoker.

12:00




The broken hearts are flying high.

On the clouds up in the sky.

No worries.

Nobody care's now.

The world highlighted their flaws, so they turned it into their peculiarities and walked out of the crowd.
The faults and faiths meant no shit.

What matters now is to save the rest of your 'uncut' skin.

What matters is to throw that blade.

What matters is the moment you realize your worth and standing in front of mirror, you don't regret your existence.


Like all the homo sapiens sapiens, he too, had a way.

           A way to escape.
                       to escape from this world
                                       from this world and be free..



The white fumes in the air uncleared the view and gave him a venture to breath.
The fumes steadily traveled down his 'tunnel' occupying every of his lungs.

It was killing him, but the death was more alive than ever.

Every night, he thrived for the time to lock himself in the room, shut all the lights and to light his own world bright w/ smoke.

Those 3 hrs-out w/ death and life, forgetting all the pains and living on the moment and witnessing the queer conversation to a diary entry.

He's a chainsmoker; who flew all the worries far to a space unknown.

But the reports couldn't hold on the interludes. 

Those 3 hrs. were no more hidden.

3 yrs. later, he spent 3 hrs daily at the hospital.

All the lovable talks w/ death and the fire and night, had now turned to bootless counselling, painful treatments and bitter ointments.




But every night, when the lights went off and everybody slipped to their sheets; again when the moon arrived at the top of his head, he lighted his own world bright w/ smoke. 

Somewhere from his 'evidenced' diary, he picked up a cigarette and lighted it to gain some life. 

Hawking a cigarette and sitting near the window, his diary once again witnessed their conversation.

He is a chainsmoker; fluttering their every hope w/ smoke.




8 yrs. later, he lied still in a box.

The blooming flowers over his corpse.

Everybody standing in black, praying for him to the mains above.

They all giving fake speeches 'bout friendships and relations. 

He stood near his grave-smoking- talking w/ death and life-laughing, how fake the world is.

He was a chainsmoker; gone to a place from where he came.


~VARIA xoxo







The Resilient War. (Ep. 01)

10:08



"They are coming." The scared child said. His eyes reflecting the fear of his past.

"It's okay if they'll come. We are ready.

It's okay if they'll come again. Don't be scared, my boy.
They'll throw stones to break our homes; but we'll stay together. And we will fight. We'll fight back to win.
Let them come.
We are prepared; for the worst to come-it can't ruin our lives more.
We have no thing to loose; but the world to win.
Don't be scared, children.Your fearful past will be your weapon.



That pain will ruin them now. They can't climb up our walls. They will find no ladder to this place, ever.
The Almighty is w/ us. The war is here and soon the dawn will be too. We'll win-sooner or later, but we'll."
said the Queen, with fire to burn the evils ahead and the warmth to fight and stand on the victory mountain.
She knew they'll win, despite of the oblations.

She knew they'll reach there, though in pieces but yeah, they'll reach and she knew it.


~Varia xoxo




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