10 second silence

when i saw you

I was nervous to tell you

It was not a feeling the same 

But you know that 

You helped me a lot to reach out

And as the wise man says 

You can makes your goal

But destiny decides the rest 

And

That beauty of our friendship

Was so good 

One day i decided to tell you 

And i did

But you refused.

Me again and again but politely

I thought you were also loveing me the same way

And one day when i purposed you for the last time or last try

I got a 10 second silence. . .

©vaibhav sagar

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Love the way

I love the way you smile

Love the way you say it

I love that unique style

Love that word “don’t know”

and after that your wraped face

To which i always wanna kiss

The pink and gray your lips

And your anger with that ego

Attitude makes you perfect to go

For a long journey of life with me

I promise i ll never flee

To the way you care for me

And all the day you miss me

That word love you won’t accepts

And long long gossips .

i love the way you say that

You were are will be there for me

Since for whenever i need.

So, i found the reason to trust you more

To miss you more 

and the way you love me

I love that way more.

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©vaibhav sagar

आओ एक शाम बैठो नदी के किनारे 

आओ एक शाम बैठो नदी के किनारे 

जो है तो बेवजह आओ वक़्त गुजारे 

मैं बातें फिर सारी तुम्हारी करूँगा 

तुम मुझको सुनती जाना 

मैं तेरे मन की कहता जो जाऊं

तुम मेरा मन भी पढ़ती जाना 

इठलाना और मुझसे दूर भागना

और तेरे पीछे मैं दौडूं तेरा नाम पुकारे 

आओ एक शाम बैठो नदी के किनारे

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जो चाहो तो भर लेना मुझको बाहों में अपनी 

या फिर यूँ ही मेरी ओर देख मुस्कुराना 

की आँखों के इशारे तेरे पढ़ जो लूंगा

तूम मन ही मन सब कहती जाना 

या गर चाहो जो तो मैं दूर नज़र आऊं

पर क्या होगा गर घबराहट मेरी बातें बिगाड़े

आओ एक शाम बैठो नदी के किनारे

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तेरी अधरें जो कांपी तो अपनी से छु लूंगा 

 हमारे मिलने की बातें सरेआम कह दूंगा 
और तुम मेरे लब पे अपने लब रखो 

की ऐसी रिसवत जो मुझे चुप कराये 

कोई पूछे तेरी हालात तो मेरा नाम दो बताये 

और अगली बार मिलने घंटो खुद को सवारे

आओ एक शाम बैठो नदी के किनारे । । ।

©वैभव सागर 

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बेवजह बातें हमारी तुम्हारी 

मैं तुमको सुनते जाता हूँ

तुम मुझको सुनती जाती हो

मेरे बहुत सवालों का तुम 

एक जबाब दे पाती हो

ये कुछ नहीं तेरा मेरा 

कितना कुछ होता है ना ।

वैभव सागर 

वो अनकहा सा प्यार -1

​पहला दिन पहली नज़र 

मासूम हँसी और 

दिल का मेरे इकरार

वो अनकहा सा प्यार

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बातें हुइ चंद यादें हुइ 

कुछ खोया खोया लगता था

मुझमे ही तो थी मैं पर

मन सोया सोया रहता था

मुझे झ्झोडा जिसने वो था

एक शर्मीला मेरा यार 

वो अनकहा सा प्यार 

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था फर्ज हिलोरे मारता

वतन की मोहब्बत कौन जानता

आन्धियां चली मेरे मन में

वो जा रहा था दुर कहीं 

बस आँसू ही थे बिछडन में

थी बातें जुबान पर कयी

पर लब खुल ना पा रहे

बस इतना तो पूछूँ मैं 

“सच मुझे छोडकर जा रहे?”

दिलों में था जो इंकार 

वो अनकहा सा प्यार

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पलट के भी ना देखना

आँसुओं की कीमत पायी है 

है कोरा सच ये बिल्कुल

इसमे थोडी रुसवाई है 

अगर पलटी मैं या पलटा वो

तो शायद सब थम जाता

जी लेते मिलकर हम 

तो क्युँ ना पलटू इक बार

ये था अनकहा मेरा प्यार
वैभव सागर

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.Story by :- kajal singh

Poem by :- vaibhav sagar 

इक पगली लड़की है

है राह नही ना ही मंज़िल 

बस राही मेरी दोस्त है वो 

एक झल्ली सी लड़की है 

सब पूछे तेरी कौन है वो

. . .

अफ़साने कितने अंजाने हैं 

कुछ नये हैं  कुछ पुराने हैं

कुछ बनते बनते बन जाते

कोई कहते कहते पूछे वो 

इक लड़की देखी थी पागल 

मुझको बता तेरी कौन है वो 

है जबाब नहीं इन सवालों का

बस इक लाचारी सी लगती है 

पर उस पगली की बातें फ़िर 

इन सब पर भारी लगती है 

है नासमझी की हर हद वो

जो बैठ कभी समझूँ उसको 

खुदसे पूछूँ मेरी कौन है वो

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. . .

जब चाहत की बातें आती हैं 

मेरे सर की नस दुख जाती है 

नासमझ मुझे समझाती है 

मैं बातों में बहका जाता हुँ 

और पागल मुझे बेहकाती है 

है दुनियादारी की सारी समझ 

दुनियां के लिये अन्जान है वो 

तू इससे पहले फ़िर पूछे की 

मुझसे मेरी ही पहचान है वो 

तूने जो पगली लड़की देखी है

मेरी दोस्ती का प्यारा नाम है वो . . .

. . .

वैभव सागर

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yes, a boy and a girl can be a good friend… 

All we need to change our mind and our thoughts, just respect as a girl and treat as a friend.

Note it down that one good friend is beeter then 1000 sham friends.

I am mirror

I am water, I am mirror

My eyes confess the secrets of heart

And i always let them pass through

If it burns to make me reflect 

The darkness and sorrow , oh,

I am shadow, I am mirror

A mirror of art to see my soul

To bring out reality and to smile

All the reflection is the same 

That i put into myself, oh

I am sky, I am mirror

With lot of deepness  and stars but

Never think longer before the reflection

If you are normal, you are real then 

I am normal but i am fake

With every tears of sorrow, oh

I am me , i am the mirror. . .

zindagi Hai na (ज़िंदगी है ना)

A must read poem by me. . . Please read and comment. . . 

manzile hain saamne

मंज़िलें हैं सामने 

raaste per nahe 

रास्ते पर नही 

hai saath mere 

है साथ मेरे 

Tu dikhe gar nahe 

तू दिखे गर नही 

Thaame ungli meri

थामें उँगली मेरी

tu chal di jahaan 

तू चल दी जहाँ 

zindagi . . . ज़िंदगी …

tu hai na  . तू है ना…

hwaon main lipti

हवाओं में  लिपटी 

Hai aahat teri

है आहट तेरी 

Sarsarati hai tu

सरसराती है  तू 

her mood per

हर मोड पर

bekhuof  chalti hai

बेखौफ चलती है 

her kadam chode nishaan

हर कदम छोडे निशां

Zindagi. . . ज़िंदगी 

tu hai na . तू है ना …

is gali se us gali

इस गली से उस गली 

her shouk ki kahani

हर शौक की कहानी

Jubaan hai teri

जुबां है तेरी 

jakhm or nishani

जख्म और निशानी 

sang fire kahaan kahaan

संग फिरे कहाँ कहाँ 

aye meri zindagi

ए मेरी ज़िंदगी 

Tu hai na . तू है ना…

girta hun mai

गिरता हुँ मैं 

sambhal leti  hai tu

सम्भाल लेती  है तू 

meri her kahaani

मेरी हर कहानी

ka hissa hai tu

का हिस्सा है तू 

Hai sath chunaa

है साथ छुना

mujhe tera aashmaan

मुझे तेरा आसमान

Zindagi . . . ज़िंदगी . . .

तू है ना . 

Tu hai naa.

Vaibhav सागर

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“Open your arms to change, but don’t let go of your values.” – Dalai Lama…

Palash : the wild tree.

Summary of  One of the story from my short stories book love flowers. . .

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————————————————————Ravi was returning to his home after 12 years from he migrated in USA.
He was forced to go there for his MBA and hereinafter started live in. Lost his father in very early age but his mother fulfilled his every wish and never let him miss his father.

After a long flight he caught the bus for his district. New roads, new buildings and many more . he was coming to sell his house and wasteland full of palash trees. All fecund land was sold by his mother for his study and fulfilling his other demands.

Oh only a few months was passed from his mother death. Yes Ramaya called him and he was quite busy that time in his future projects , he was responsible towards his career so he refused to come , but today everything was changed. He need money to start his new project , after all now who is gonna to take care of his property.

From district bus stand he got a bus for his village. Now that alleyway turned into a road. He was quite impressed by the development.

“Kahan jabe ke ho” (where are you going) asked a villager.
“Pritampura” he replied roughly.
“Kekra khane” (where in pritampura) again villager thrown a question after all villager was his concomitant.
“Birju ” he replied strictly.
And finally villager was hushed till pritampura arrived.

“Aah! Finally”
He was so relaxed looking towards and then shape of his face was seemed wrapped, Streets of village was changed. And that’s a big problem .
Now what.
“Bhaiyaa birju yahan kaise jaun”
He asked from a villager .
“Sidhe fir daye fir mandir milega fir aage ka puch lena.”( straight then right , there was a temple from there you can ask to anyone for rest)
” thanx” he pattered.

And started walking , oh that’s the temple where i came to play in childhood. And from here i have to take left.
Fog of his mind was cleared , now he know how to reach the birju’s house.
That’s the well where all women came for water for her house and still some are here for water not changed yet. Once Ramaya was fell down in well that silly girl.

Oh birju was outside of own house . yes that was birju elder brother of Ramaya.
After ushering and some formal talkes birju gave him his house key.

And turned he turned towards his house, that’s my house courtyard and this is the tree of palash Wildish standing alone. Like a guard of his house.
He opened the gate. And entered.

Suddenly someone surprised him she was Ramaya.
“Oh how ll you survive here come to my house ”
“Okay” ravi replied.
And again shuts that door.
“Sadi ho gaye” ( are you married ?)
Asked ravi
“Not yet and not interested , and one more thing i can talk english, walk english, eat english.
Ramaya replied .

“You are still the same” ravi replied.
“Yes but you are changed” Ramaya realised him.
After dinner he was trying to sleep but all that came in his mind only Ramaya.
Like it was a seen of yesterday.
Ramaya asked him for playing holi and he refused, because of the side effect of colour. And he had to go to his hostel after two days. What if colour was not gone.
Ramaya made the colour of that palash flower.
And the. Both played holi.
Why she was still unmarried.

And next day morning
Buyer came to him for his property
“Sorry sir! I am not selling this.
” what” buyer tries too to convince him but all in vain.

He opened his house door and hugged that palash tree.
Some of the sounds still encores by the wind or by that flower. Beneath his feet.
A young boy was asking for colures from his mother
“Son i ll make you the beat from these flowers.”
And a drop of salty water was fallen out from his eyes and he hugged that tree more tightly.

“No! You have to go, please for study for me, and for this village. Its only three year . i ll miss you but please.”
A lady was decoding his feelings in front of a boy . boy was looks like ravi.

“I am not going back ” ravi expressed to Ramaya holding hed hands.
“What you ll do here?” Ramaya asked.
“Marrying with you and . . .”
“And what?”
“And establishing a factory ”
“Factory ? Which kind of. . .”
“Factory of colours.”

The four eyes were crying beneath the palash tree. And all that pearl drooped into the flower of palash. . .

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Story by : vaibhav sagar

By : Vaibhav Sagar