Tag: Heartfelt Poetry

  • ख़ामोशियों को पढ़ने वाले

    ख़ामोशियों को पढ़ने वाले

    For Those Who Read Beyond Words

    पढ़ने वाले

    सब लिख रहे हैं आजकल,
    अल्फ़ाज़ों की कोई कमी नहीं,
    मगर ठहरकर किसी के मन को पढ़ ले,
    ऐसी नज़र अब कहीं नहीं।

    चेहरे पढ़ना आसान नहीं,
    मुस्कानों के भी राज़ होते हैं,
    कई लोग हँसते रहते हैं,
    पर भीतर अनगिनत साज़ होते हैं।

    किताबों के पन्ने पलट लेते हैं,
    लोग उँगलियों की रफ़्तार से,
    मगर दिल के पन्ने पढ़ने का हुनर,
    खो गया है इस संसार से।

    कोई आँखों में छिपी बारिश पढ़े,
    कोई ख़ामोशी का अर्थ समझे,
    कोई “मैं ठीक हूँ” के पीछे भी,
    थोड़ा ठहरकर दर्द समझे।

    शब्द तो अक्सर मिल जाते हैं,
    भाव मगर अनकहे रहते हैं,
    और जो सच में पढ़ना जानते हैं,
    वो कम ही लोगों में रहते हैं।

    कुछ लोग बस पन्ने पलटते हैं,
    कुछ लफ़्ज़ों के बीच ठहर जाते हैं,
    और जो दिल से पढ़ते हैं,
    वे अक्सर वह पा लेते हैं,
    जिसे शब्द कभी कह नहीं पाते।

    आख़िर हर कहानी स्याही से नहीं लिखी जाती,
    कुछ आँखों में बसती है,
    कुछ ख़ामोशियों में छिपी रहती है,
    और कुछ दिलों में उम्रभर धड़कती है।

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    उन सभी लोगों के लिए, जो सिर्फ़ शब्द नहीं पढ़ते, बल्कि उनके पीछे छिपे एहसासों को भी महसूस कर लेते हैं।
    ख़ामोशियों को पढ़ने वाले लोग आज भी दुनिया को थोड़ा और खूबसूरत बना देते हैं।
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    Readers

    Everyone is writing these days,
    Words are everywhere.
    But people who pause long enough
    To truly read a heart are rare.

    Reading faces is not easy,
    Even smiles hold untold stories.
    Many people appear happy outside,
    While carrying silent storms within.

    We turn the pages of books quickly,
    With busy hands and hurried eyes.
    But the art of reading a soul
    Seems to be fading with time.

    Someone notices the rain in your eyes,
    Someone understands your silence.
    Someone looks beyond the words,
    And feels the pain left unspoken.

    Words can often be found,
    But feelings remain hidden away.
    And those who truly understand them
    Are few and far between.

    Some people only turn the pages,
    Some pause between the lines.
    And those who read with their hearts,
    Often find what words cannot define.

    After all, not every story is written in ink.
    Some live in the eyes,
    Some hide in silence,
    And some keep beating softly in the heart forever. 🤍✨

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    For those rare souls who read beyond words and understand what remains unspoken.
    People who can read silence still make the world a gentler, more beautiful place.
    🤍✨

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    शब्दों में… निःशब्द
    In Words… Nihshabd
    — Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    © Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

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    तस्वीरों में कैद यादें

  • Where I Felt Loved: A Heartfelt Poem of Tender Moments, Music, and Evening Breezes

    Can you share a positive example of where you’ve felt loved?

    A digital illustration of a woman in a vibrant, rainbow-colored saree made of tiny flowers, with flowers in her hair and soft, glowing colors all around her, reflecting grace, creativity, and the tender, colorful moments of love and life described in the poem.
    “A quiet bloom of color and feeling.”

    I felt loved

    in the golden hush of early mornings,

    when sunlight spilled like warm honey

    over my cheeks,

    and someone whispered,

    “You are enough,”

    soft as a breeze through jasmine.

    I felt loved

    when my thoughts, tangled like wild vines,

    were held gently,

    not pruned or rushed,

    but admired

    for the way they grew.

    I felt loved

    in the crimson glow of evening,

    when the sky melted into pinks and purples,

    and the breeze danced through my hair,

    tickling, teasing, whispering,

    “You are home.”

    I felt loved

    with a brush in my hand,

    painting emerald leaves and sapphire skies,

    watching colors swirl into stories,

    feeling the heartbeat of my soul

    bleed into every stroke.

    I felt loved

    in the soft melody of old songs,

    their notes floating like petals

    falling slowly into my chest,

    reminding me of laughter,

    memories,

    and moments I thought were lost.

    I felt loved

    not in perfection,

    but in the patchwork of my messy days,

    in the warmth of eyes that saw me

    as I am

    wild, fragile, fierce, tender.

    And in these quiet, luminous moments,

    I realized:

    love isn’t always loud.

    Sometimes,

    it is a rainbow in a single drop of rain,

    a heartbeat beside yours,

    steady, unwavering, infinite.