School Days

वो bag को करना load
स्कूल जाने का वो road
assembly में prayer
और वो checking का डर
सब याद आएगा!

science का incomplete practical
games के period के वो पल
upstream-downstream की वो boat
social के वो ढेरों note
सब याद आएगा!

freedom fighters की लड़ाई
trigonometry के questions वाली खाई
“How I Taught My Grandmother” की नानी
और झाँसी की महारानी
सब याद आएगा!

मानवीय करुणा की शांति
Civil Disobedience की क्रांति
हमारी gossip और बातें
board exam के पहले की वो रातें
सब याद आएगा!

न बताए tiffin खोलना
और फिर sorry बोलना
वो extra class का दुख
teacher absent होने का सुख
सब याद आएगा!

assembly के पहले के बीस minute
“Good morning Ma’am ” के बाद का “sit”
blackboard पर date चेंज करना
birthday के दिन ख़ुशी से भरना
सब याद आएगा!

वो 9th का first day
When we didn’t have anything to say
फिर  10th का आखरी दन
और वो अजनबी से परिवार वाली feeling
सब याद आएगा!



They aren’t those who’re with you,
Everytime and in things you do,
They show you stars in a dark night,
They bring sparkling light to your life,
They give your shoulder when your cry,
To bring you up they always try,
They don’t do idiotic stuff alone,
True love is found in a friend zone,
Friends always know what you feel,
They help you out with stuff you deal,
They are with you and always be there,
Because they are the ones who really care….


आज खुद की खोज में निकली हूँ
खुद को ढूँढने जाऊँगी,
कहीं दूर कुछ पंक्तियों में,
अपने आप को शायद पाऊँगी,
अपने मन की गहराइयों में,
आज एक बार झाँक के देखूँगी,
ख़्वाबों के गहरे समंदर में,
छोटा सा पत्थर मैं भी फेकूँगी,
जीवन का अर्थ क्या है,
प्रेम, मोह और माया?
लेकिन ये इतिहास गवाह है,
सब डूबे ही तो हैं
कहाँ किसी ने कुछ पाया?
छोटी-छोटी खुशियों से
सपने मुझे सजाने हैं
ज़्यादा कुछ नहीं,
बस खुशियों के गीत गाने हैं,
उस राह को चुनना है,
जो कोई कभी लेता नहीं,
मुझे तो उन खुशियों को बाँटना है,
जो कोई कभी देता नहीं,
सुख दुख को समान मानकर,
जीवन सागर जो पार करे,
सत्य है कि जीवन की
प्रीतियों को बार-बार कहे!


Who Knew?


Who knew,

Will cry like this,

That one day our memories,

We will have to kiss,

Who knew,

We would be a family

We will laugh on reasons,

Which are dumb and silly,

Who knew,

Two years make such a difference,

You begin to look,

From a wider lens,

Who knew,

We will hug like this,

The moment we spent,

We will miss?



And finally,

Only memories last,

Whatever remained,

Is just the past,

All glory,

And every grandeur,

Evey rich,

Has now become poor,

Whatever you did,

And people you hurt,

All your achievements,

Are now dirt,

And that’s why I say,

That be down to the earth,

Because people will remember,

Only your worth,

I repeat again,

That always do good,

Because then you would do,

That no one could.

~Mansi Wad


Most pure souls
Are dark inside
But you never see
That another side
It is a hidden place
With many scars
There are stories
Of unseen past
In that place
Are hidden tears
In that place
Are never ending fears
Those terrible fears
Have destroyed
Those fears
Kept a void
Those tears
Dimmed happy lights
Those tears
Are weak to fight
One day
The dark will fade
One day
The heart won’t be afraid
One day
Soul will never scream
One day
I will come out of the dream



As darkness fells

And wind blows

When writing out

My stories flow

They are wishes

They are wonder

And sometimes

They are thunder

Writing isn’t love

Writing isn’t fame

It is only about playing

Worldly games




The Journey Begins

Thanks for joining me!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton

postI know it is not easy to be who you want to be. People, society and various other factors contribute in not letting you be what you want to.

But poetry and prose are those bars behind which you will never feel stuck, but it will liberate your soul.

And here I am, to let go of everything I “just feel” through my poems which reflect my thoughts and opinions…

~Mansi Wad