A letter to all the women enchanting my dull life.

तुम हो तो मैं हूँ,

तुम हो तो सब हैं|

प्रेम, मोह, सम्मान, त्याग, तप, ये जीवन- सब तुम ही हो...

"Why do you belive in goodness so much?" They questioned.

"I have seen it in those beautiful eyes of the women in my life."

I answered.

That was my interview,

But it was her whose fingers were crossed.

That was my fear,

But she made it hers, leaving all her happiness for me.

The injuries were mine,

But it was their eyes that were shut in pain.

The body that was shamed was mine,

But they made me feel beautiful as if the question was raised on them.

My tears could not feel alone,

So they too shed their tears but all in return they are called weak.

Strange!

The marathon is mine,

If I win the victory will be mine,

If I lose the tears will be mine,

But it's them who keeps chanting the God as if it's their own.

Sometimes we don't talk for months,

But still they are the only one who can answer each and every questions my eyes are asking for.

I want to know how it's happening,

That the life is mine,

But it's them,

Who are residing within.

'Women...

Most of the times,

Heals something

That they did not broke.'

मेरी जिंदगी अगर एक सफर हैं तो,

तुम सब मुश्किल से मिली window seat हो|

मैं घर से निकली एक मुसाफिर हूँ तो,

तुम सब वो comfort वाली दाल-चावल,

घूम फिर के तो तुम्हारे पास ही आना हैं।