IN QUIET NIGHTS,WHEN WORLD IS STILL,
YOU VISIT MY THOUGHTS AGAINST MY WILL.
UNHEARD YOUR VOICE, UNSEEN YOUR GRACE,
YET MIDNIGHT SOFTLY BRINGS BACK YOUR FACE.
I WAKE UP WITH PAST ,IT FLOODS MY SIGHT,
A FUTURE WITHOUT YOU-MY ENDLESS NIGHT.
HOW HEAVY THIS HEART,HOW SILENT THE CRY,
STILL ASKING THE STARS THE REASON WHY.
HOW QUICKLY LIFE SHATTERED,SLIPPED FROM MY HAND,
ONE MOMENT TOGETHER,THE NEXT UNPLANNED.
PAPA I WASNT READY TO LET YOU GO,
THERES SO MUCH YOU LEFT ME TO FACE ALONE
~MILAN PATHANIA
IN THE BABY LIES THE FUTURE OF THE WORLD,MOTHER MUST HOLD THE BABY CLOSE SO THAT THE BABY KNOWS IT S HIS /HER WORLD.BUT THE FATHER MUST TAKE HIM TO HIGHEST HILL SO THAT HE CAN SEE WHAT HIS WORLD IS LIKE .
I AM NOT ONE FOR MANY WORDS ,SO I WILL KEEP IT LOW,
A HEAVY THROAT , A HEART THAT ACHES MORE THAN I SHOW .
I DONT KNOW WHY I FEEL THIS WAY TONIGHT, PAPA
MY WORLD WAS BRIGHTER WHEN YOU WERE MY AURA .
NO SHIELD ABOVE ME ,JUST CLOUDS DARK AND WIDE ,
HEAVY WINDS WHISPER ,AND I STAND WITH NO GUIDE .
LOST IN MY THOUGHTS, ASKING WHY LIFE FEELS SO CRUEL,
WHY PAIN WRITES LESSON NO HEART EVER CHOSE TO SCHOOL .
BUT EVERY BREATH I TAKE , EVERY STEP I CLAIM ,
IS JUST FOR YOU PAPA – TO CARRY YOUR NAME .
TO RISE THROUGH YEARS , THROUGH TIME’S ENDLESS SPAN ,
YOUR LEGACY LIVES ON- IN THE STRENGTH I BEGAN
Hey daddy, I miss you so much
That there’s no hard feeling as such.
Somedays my breath feel so trapped
In a silent grief my heart is wrapped.
With tears rolling , I pen you down
There’s so much to feel, yet I won’t drown.
Because you have raised a little girl so strong
Stronger than my own will all along.
You live in me ,in all my days and nights
Guiding my soul like stars so bright.
Your 34years of struggle, your endless fight
In the fresh produce buisness,I hold it tight.
You’d be proud, I know you would be
Beacause your dream now stands, where you once stood.
I know 2024 had been hard
Hard on us
The year stood still
But brought a woman with an iron will.
Hands once soft, now bearing weight
In the fields of green I stand and wait.
Not just as a daughter
But as a woman who fights
In the Era of women’s right.
The world is sharp, sharp as knife
Yet I choose my will and carve my life.
No chains can break, no storms can bend
With your strength and love,that has no end.
Your guiding light, my heart defends
For your name,I shall transcend
For your name, I shall transcend❣️
~ MILAN PATHANIA❣️
There was a man named Ramanujadasan in a place called Maraneri. The incident tells of a conversation he had with certain group of people and his advice to them.
One day a group of scholars was proceeding along a narrow path . Behind them came a man with a big bundle on his head.
Usually the rule was that if an old man, or a man carrying a big weight , or a pregnant woman or an ailing person happened to come along , then the other must move aside and give them first right of passage .
But the scholars were greatly honored, with kings showing them respect . The scholars on the path did not move aside for the man carrying the burden, for they felt that as learned men, they had the right to pass through first.
Maraneri Ramanujadasan told them ~
” WHILE YOU MAY BE HONOURED PEOPLE, IS TEHRE ANY RULE THAT PROHIBITS YOU FROM BEING MERCIFUL AND KIND TO A MAN CARRYING SUCH A HEAVY WEIGHT ?”
Walking in the mist of a chaotic world
A girl writes a story ,untold and unheard ,
Quiet battles with discreet scars
A pen and a paper for her story to carve ❣️.
Sometimes on differences and sometimes on par
Hearts that align are never far❣️,
Her letters flew on wings of hope
Through distance vast, they helped them cope.
For a life together ,they started weaving dreams
Their world a haven in every painted scene,
A man’s decision for a future with hope and grace ❣️
Beyond life’s length and extraterrestrial space ,
Dreaming of the day, he’d see her face❣️
Traveled all his way to embrace.
Words her refuge that roar so high
Her pen becomes her voice that never lies,
Hypocrisy and despotism tore their bond
But they didn’t know,ITS FOREVER AND BEYOND❣️
But they didn’t know,ITS FOREVER AND BEYOND❣️.
~ MILAN PATHANIA ❣️
दुनिया के तमाम डाकखाने प्रेम से चलते है
और कचहरियाँ नफ़रत से।
कोई हैरत नहीं कि डाकखाने कम हो गए
और कचहरियाँ बढती चली गई ।
हम दोनो रोज कम से कम एक चिट्ठी तो एक दूसरे को लिख ही सकते है।
या फिर तुम मुझे कभी कभी कोई किताब भिजवाना❣️।
Heart and soul that yearns
Were left to burn
Family and reality took an unexpected turn
Love left behind with a zero concern .
In a world where love should freely soar
Customs and traditions have shut the door
Their heart were devoted to the core
But the chains of ancient lore could not bear them anymore.
Promises were made under the moon’s soft light
Diving into the dreams of life so quiet
Not far from the evil sight
Their heart and eyes were left to ignite.
Longed for the choice
To give their love a voice,
But at the gate of cruel fate
Their quest of love was made a debate.
With each beat of their heart
They hoped for a new start
But in a world where love is bound
There was no path found
There was no path found ❣️
~MILAN PATHANIA❣️
Once happy in their own little world,where they walked hand in hand and later were made to walk alone.This one for their lost love,for the memories they shared and the memories they still carries.It reminds me ~
LOVE ENDURES IN THE HEART , EVEN AS PATHS PART❣️.
AN INTROVERT EMPATH🙏 