05/01/2026 की प्रतियोगिता का विषय है “खेद” 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 05/01/2026 is “Regret”. 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.

Regret

तेरा मिलना था कुछ ऐसा,
रेत को दरिया जैसा,
मगर अब सोचती हूं मैं,
न मिलते तो ही अच्छा था।
क्या सच में प्यार सच्चा था।।
मैं ख़ुद को भूल बैठी हूं,
अब आइने से डरती हूं।
ये मैं हूं या कोई और,
हर शख़्स से सवाल करती हूँ।।
तेरे इश्क़ में बर्बाद हुए,
उजड़े तो फ़िर आबाद न हुए।।
ये आँखें पथराई सी, दिल यक़ीन नहीं करता,
हर शख़्स में मुझे उसका चेहरा दिखता।
हंसता हुआ शहर जलाकर गए,
मुझे मौत से मिलाकर गए,
इस आग में तुम भी जल जाते तो अच्छा था।
क्या सच में प्यार सच्चा था।।
__आर्या मिश्रा “गुमनाम”
Insta I’D [gumn.aam 518]

TWENTY – SEVEN SAREES
She received twenty-seven sarees on her wedding day,
Seventeen more when she crossed her childhood doorway.
Gifts layered in silk, folded with smiles and pride,
Blessings stitched by custom, stacked side by side.

There were sarees uncountable-
From kin, from friends, from voices wishing her well.
She wondered where dreams made of fabric could dwell,
And built a shelf for the blues-
Calling them infinite, like skies yet to be explored.

Another shelf held pinks,
Soft with promise, flushed with borrowed pride.
Green found its corner-
Desire entwined with envy, restless, alive.
She touched them gently,
Wondering when she would wear the last one,
If time would ever arrive.

She received twenty-seven sarees on her wedding day,
Seventeen more when she returned home, renamed, reshaped.

A year turned-
An anniversary dressed in laughter and light.
A modest restaurant,
A sizzling pizza, a shared Coke,
Ordinary happiness- unguarded, slight.

Then faces covered,
Three shadows tearing through the evening air.
A quarrel forced, a dagger drawn,
Steel pressed into her husband’s heart-
Blood blooming red where love was held.

They called it politics.
She called it the end.

She stood frozen,
Draped in red, staring at life draining away,
The colour she once saved now soaked in dismay.

She received twenty-seven sarees on her wedding day,
Seventeen more when she last crossed home’s familiar way.

Her colours were taken-
By ritual, by grief, by hands that did not ask.
Blue, green, pink, red-
Stipped, divided, redistributed,
As though her loss were a communal task.

She was wrapped in white.
Silence sewn tight around her frame.

At nineteen, she wore widowhood like a verdict,
But even that was not hers to keep.
The world clawed at her whiteness,
Lust leered through sanctity,
Eyes tore what grief had spared.

She screamed.
The air heard her.
People did not.

She received twenty-seven sarees on her wedding day,
Seventeen more when she believed she still belonged.

Now numbers remain-
Countable.
Unlike the losses that followed.
Dr. Shubha Mukherjee

REGRET

Regret is just a word—
ask me, who has never felt it?
Knowingly or unknowingly, everyone has done something
and named that moment regret.
I stand confused, watching the world,
wondering why people hold on to it.
Will regret bring back what was lost?
Will bitter words ever turn sweet?
Will a broken heart mend again?
Will what is gone find its way back?
Will time, once passed, ever return?

Tell me—will regret change anything at all?
Someone once wrote beautifully,
What will you do with regret?

When the bird has already eaten the crop?”
Yet, that traveler perhaps did not know
that even the deepest regrets
Have the power to reshape us.
Regret teaches what comfort never can.
It humbles pride, softens anger,
And forces us to look within.
It changes the color of humanity—
Those who were kathor become gentle,
those who never cared begin to feel.

Regret may not undo the past,
But it can shape the future.
It cannot bring back what we lost,
Yet it can make us wiser, kinder, and more human
than we ever were before.

–Anjali Shaw
Insta Id @quote_queen2302