26/09/2024 की प्रतियोगिता का विषय है “Flowers” हमसे जुड़े हुए प्रतिभावान कवियों के कविताओं को पढ़िए । प्रेम, डर, और अंधकार ऐसे कई मायने होंगे जो कवियों के दिल को भावुक रखते है । ऐसी भावुकता का हम आदर करते है और उनकी भावनाओं को निपुण बनाना ही संकल्प है हमारा । हम हर रोज किसी न किसी विषय पर अपने व्हाट्सएप्प ग्रुप में Daily Challenge प्रतियोगिता के माध्यम से लेखकों तथा कवियों को उनकी बातों को कलम तक आने का मौका देते है । और जो सबसे अच्छा लिखते हैं । आप उनकी लेख इस पेज पर पढ़ रहे है

The theme of the competition for 26/09/2024 is “Flowers”. Read the poems of the talented poets associated with us. Love, fear, and darkness are the many meanings that keep the hearts of poets emotional. We respect such sentiments and it is our resolve to make their feelings adept. Every day, we give an opportunity to writers and poets to put their thoughts to pen through the Daily Challenge competition in our WhatsApp group on different Topic. And those who write best. You are reading those article on this page.

Flowers

My love, you are a garden of delight
A bouquet of beauty, a sweet, sweet sight
Your petals soft as silk to touch
Your scent, a perfume that my heart clutches

In your eyes, I see the bloom of roses red
A love so fierce, it fills my heart with dread
The gentle lily, pure and white as snow
Represents the innocence of our love’s first glow

The sunflower tall, with faces bright and bold
Reflects the warmth and radiance of our love to hold
The daisy fresh, with innocence and charm
Symbolizes the joy and happiness you bring to my arm

Just as the flower needs the sun’s embrace
My heart needs your love to find its proper place
In your love, I bloom, I flourish, I thrive
Forever with you, my love, I’ll be alive.

~Disha Agarwal
Insta id – dii_poet

FLOWERS

Flowers are meant to cheer,
Flowers are always so dear.

Flowers bring out the smile,
Flowers reduce your walking mile.

Flowers to your health,
Flowers, by themselves a wealth.

Flowers, were there even a dearth?
Flowers, cold embers over a hearth.

Flowers are an open treasure.
Flowers, a spellbinding pleasure.

Flowers, the artisanship of God,
Flowers, the divine plod.

Flowers, a reminder to look out for you,
Flowers, a gentle way to look in the old for new.
B. Raj Kumar. Instagram ID: balasubramaniyan.rajkumar

THE STORY OF FLOWER’S

Once upon a time I was very sad, There was some confusion that was destroying me inside. I wanted to live alone, but there was an atmosphere of noise and sounding everywhere. At this time it was 3 o’clock in the night, I kept looking at the sky all night, sitting near the window.
Maybe I was waiting for the morning to come.
I could not sleep at all this night, I was lost in my problems, there was no one to listen to me or understand me, I was waiting for some prayer to come from the sky and my wish would be fulfilled.

While waiting it was already 5 ,’o’ clock in the morning, A little bit of light started coming into my room, The things kept on the ledge were reflecting the light And it comes and hits my face lightly .

I wore a white coloured dress and black shoes and picked up my teddy-like bag. My Eyes were moist and face looked sad.
I had brought a red rose which I used to put on my bun, I did not make buns that day And my hair was scattered, But I liked flowers and I still like them, So I picked up that rose and kept it in my diary, That flower had wilted just like me, I always keep dairy with me even if I go anywhere, and same thing happened this day also.

I walked quite far , And on the way the light winds were touching my cheeks smoothly.
Cold winds were blowing and the morning breeze is also fresh anyway.
There were not many people on the road, very few people were walking …
While walking I reached near a garden Whenever i go there, there is always a crowd but it was morning time and there was not much around.

I was feeling tired while walking, And I sat down near a tree, This tree was very big and beautiful and sitting there gave a special peace. Wherever there are flowers I get attracted a lot, because I like flowers very much. My eyes fell on the flowers and I got up and started going closer to them.
wow there were a lot of flowers , From jasmine to roses، I thought that the flowers lying in my diary are scattered, I should cut a new rose and get it for decorate my hair.
those were quite fresh flowers، And its fragrance just looks amazing, And a flower with great pride fell into the garden, and scattered, The place where the flower had grown would become empty, it seemed like this Just like the flowes lost one aspect of its beauty, It would be like the garden would be empty there. But even though that flower was scattered so beautifully, did not give anyone the feeling of being scattered.

Again the wind began to blow slowly and the flowers began to sway slowly, I felt like this Maybe all these flowers are celebrating sadness because of that one flower falling apart. I went to another flower and without touching ,it I would smell it. There was a cry in its fragrance, But the fragrance was like heaven.

I thought can anyone cry in heaven?

My heart became sad and I started to collect those scattered flowers.
When I touched them they were very smooth,
After touching them, I felt as if I was touching someone’s skin. Who is suffering from wound or pain and has trouble if I touch it..

But then I thought that if I don’t lift these floy then someone will crush it with a stick,
And this will cause them more trouble.
I started picking it up , And I kept them in the diary as a memory too, I felt that those flowers were scattered like me, There is no one to listen to their story. There is no one to feel their pain,
I thought that if I like decorating flowers in my hair ,then I can buy artificial one.
Why is there a need to trouble any living thing?

That day I felt the sadness of those flowers And I saw something moist in them…I saw them crying but I saw them smiling…
I talked a lot with that flowers and they said:-
There is nothing special about beautiful things, all of this is meant to be scattered, And those people who are in love with flowers, they cut the flowers ,Because love is meant to be scattered
And the place where love is filled is just meant to be endured.

That’s why I made friendship with flowers, with mountains, with nature…there will be nothing left in this world eventually But that flower is like me, scattered with sadness and they are smiling…

There is life in flowers too don’t cut the flowers, They also feel pain just like when something gets cut in our body and we feel pain ,But the difference is that we shout and screams and they stays silent

Since then I have never cut flowers, I have just gone close and felt them. I got a feeling of displeasure.
And till today those flowers are scattered in my dairy , Who teaches me the art of living all the time.

Insta I’d ….@heer_hu_yar

फूल
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वो फूल.. गुलाब का
आज भी हैं मेरे पास
जो लिया था मैंने..
तुम्हारे लिए..
हां तुम साथ नहीं थे, पास नहीं थे..
पर हां…
फिर भी पास थे तुम
मेरे अंतस में ,
हमेशा की तरह मेरे दिल में,
हां उस दिल से तब आवाज आयी थी
तुम्हें वो गुलाब बहुत पसंद आयी थी
फ़िर सहसा ही बढ़ गए कदम मेरे
और छू लिया था इन हाथों ने
खिलते उन गुलाबों को
तब मुस्कुरा रहे थे तुम
मेरे अंतरमन मे
पता है कैसे ?
बड़े ही प्यार से..
और मुस्कुरा रहे थे मेरे लब भी
तुझे महसूस कर
और तब से वो गुलाब आज भी है
मेरी डायरी में महफूज..
उसी पन्नो के बीच
और देखो ना..
आज भी मेरे लब
मुस्कुरा रहे हैं तुझ संग..
ख्यालों में ही..
हम दोनों वहीं-कहीं..

Saritta Garii
Insta I’d- sarita_writes