Pooja

School me lunch time par lunch box khol kar khana khana dosto ke sath or ek dusre ke tiffin me jhakna ki aj tu kya laya that was the sukoon.,.🤗❤️

मेरा भी अपना घर होगा
मेरा भी अपना घर होगा जिसे मैं अपना कह सकूँगी।
जहाँ पर गिलहरी की आवाज़ और चिड़िया का घोंसला होगा,
मेरा भी एक घर होगा जिसे मैं अपना कह सकूँगी।
जहाँ की रसोई की खिड़की बड़ी सी होगी,
उसके सामने कई पेड़ होंगे जहाँ से ठंडी-ठंडी हवा आया करेगी।
मैं वहाँ पर गिटार बजाया करूँगी,
कविताएँ लिखा करूँगी।
मेरा भी एक ऐसा घर होगा जिसे मैं अपना कह सकूँगी।
जहाँ के आँगन में चिड़िया ची-ची किया करेंगी,
कोयल सुंदर सुरीली राग सुनाएगी।
मेरा भी एक ऐसा आँगन होगा जिसे मैं अपना कह सकूँगी।
मेरे घर के सामने एक सुंदर फूलों की छोटी बगिया होगी।
उसमें मैं अलग-अलग रंगों के फूलों को देखूँगी
और उन पर भँवरों को थुमक-थुमक बैठते हुए देखूँगी।
मेरी भी एक ऐसी बगिया होगी जिसे मैं अपना कह सकूँगी।
मेरे घर में एक रसोई होगी जिसमें मैं अपनी चूड़ियाँ और पायल खनकाऊँगी,
और अपने लिए कॉफी बनाऊँगी,
और अपने दिन भर की थकान मिटाऊँगी।
जिसमें मैं आराम पाऊँगी।
मेरी भी ऐसी रसोई होगी जिसमें मैं ईश्वर का घर पाऊँगी।
मैं एक ऐसा आशियाना बनाऊँगी
जिसे मैं अपना कह पाऊँगी।

My Own Home
One day I will have a home of my own,
a place that I can truly call mine.
There will be the sound of squirrels
and nests of little birds.
The kitchen window of my home will be big.
In front of it there will be many trees,
from where a cool and gentle breeze will come.
I will sit there, play my guitar,
and write poems.
Yes, I will have a home that I can call my own.
In the courtyard, birds will chirp happily
and the cuckoo will sing its sweet songs.
I will have such a courtyard
that I can call my own.
In front of my house there will be
a small and beautiful flower garden.
There will be flowers of many different colors.
I will watch them bloom
and see the bees dancing around them.
I too will have such a garden
that I can call my own.
In my home there will be a kitchen
where my bangles and anklets will softly ring.
I will make coffee for myself
and rest after a long day.
In that place I will feel peace,
as if it is the home of God.
I will build such a nest of dreams
where I can proudly say—
This is my own home. ,( just now i wrote)

Let me become your fragrance
and scatter softly upon your clothes —
say yes…
Let me turn into a string of pearls
and rest close against your throat,
let me kiss the gentle pulse beneath your skin,
do not refuse me…
As winter dewdrops
rest quietly upon rose petals,
let me linger upon your lips the same way —
do not deny me…
And let my breath
rest close to your heartbeat,
losing itself in its rhythm. I love you Jesus ❤️

इत्र बनकर तेरे वस्त्रों पर बिखर जाने दे,
मान जा…
मोती की माला बनकर तेरे गले के पास सजने दे,
और उन धड़कती नसों को चूमने दे,
मना ना कर…
जैसे सर्दियों की ओस की बूंदें
गुलाबों की पंखुड़ियों पर ठहरी होती हैं,
वैसे ही मुझे तेरे होंठों पर ठहर जाने दे,
इंकार ना कर…
मेरी साँसों को
तेरी धड़कनों के पास ठहर जाने दे,
उन्हीं लयों में खुद को खो जाने दे… prbhu yeshu apke charno me ❤️

You did not tear my clothes, you tore my soul.
They were not hands, they were swords,
so sharp they could wound without words.
My scream sank into the soil,
lost somewhere in the files of an unsolved case.
What was my fault? Was it just that I am poor?
Or that my parents are not educated?
Why did you strangle my innocence?
Why did you sn**ch my childhood away from me?

तुमने मेरे कपड़े नि मेरी रूह को चीरा था
हाथ नि तलवार थे
बिना शब्द करदु बनाया इतने धारदार थे
मेरी चीख मिट्टी में डुभ गई, उन अनसुलझे केस की फाइलों में गुम होगी
मेरी क्या गलती थे यही ना कि मे गरीब हु,
या ये कि मेरे माता पिता पढ़े लिखे नि ?
मेरी मासूमियत का क्यो गला घोट दिया अरे मेरे बचपन को मुझ से क्यो छीन लिया( dil se likha hope people like)

found myself wearing a dress
woven from the waves of Leblon,
soft and shining like lily leaves—
as if nature had dressed me with its own hands.

I walked through a dream-like garden.
As I moved forward, I saw—

To the East, flower gardens
whispering fragrance into the wind
like gentle music.

From the South,
the sweet scent of roses
was awakening hidden emotions within me.

From the North,
the warm smell of cinnamon
touched my heart like an old memory.

From the West,
the calming fragrance of sandalwood
seemed to soothe my soul.

A little further ahead,
I saw thousands of pearls scattered on the path.
Each pearl carried a single note—
a soft, heavenly voice calling out to me.

Walking ahead, I reached a river.
Its waves moved in one direction,
and they whispered softly—

“Come…
Walk with us…
towards the feet of the Supreme

Just now i wrote ❤️‍🩹

💔 “The Groom of My Broken Heart — Jesus” 💫

He took my broken heart so gently,
And chose it to be His bride.
He asked for no gold, no dowry,
Just love — pure and undenied.

I was dust upon the road once,
Crushed beneath the careless feet,
But Jesus bent and lifted me,
And made my soul complete.

With my tears He wrote a story,
Of grace, of healing, of rebirth,
Where pain turned into blessing,
And sorrow found its worth.

He whispered, “You are mine forever,
You’ll never walk alone,”
Then touched my wounded spirit deep,
And made my heart His home.

He asked for no price, no treasure,
Just faith — my simple part,
And said, “I’ll be your Savior,
The groom of your broken heart.”