๐‚๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐ŸŽŠ ๐จ๐ง ๐ˆ๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐š๐ฅ ๐๐จ๐ž๐ญ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ƒ๐š๐ฒ (๐”๐๐ˆ๐‚๐„๐…) ๐ญ๐จ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฉ๐จ๐ž๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ฅ๐. ๐ˆ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐š๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐ž๐ž ๐ฉ๐จ๐ž๐ญ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐›๐จ๐จ๐ค๐ฌ, ๐Ž๐œ๐ž๐š๐ง ๐Ž๐Ÿ ๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž, ๐“๐š๐ง๐๐š๐ฏ: ๐’๐ก๐ข๐ฏ๐š'๐ฌ ๐ƒ๐š๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐Ž๐Ÿ ๐…๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฒ, ๐‰๐จ๐ฒ ๐€๐ง๐ ๐€๐ง๐ง๐ข๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐€๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ๐š๐ญ๐ซ๐š (๐€ ๐‰๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง๐ž๐ฒ ๐–๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง). ๐๐จ๐ž๐ญ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐š๐ง ๐ž๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ž๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐จ๐œ๐ข๐š๐ฅ, ๐ž๐œ๐จ๐ง๐จ๐ฆ๐ข๐œ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐œ๐š๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ญ๐ฎ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐š๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฆ.• ๐๐ซ๐จ๐Ÿ. ๐๐ž๐ž๐ฅ๐š๐ฆ ๐Œ๐š๐ก๐š๐ฃ๐š๐ง ๐’๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ก • ๐Ž๐‚๐„๐€๐ ๐Ž๐… ๐‹๐Ž๐•๐„, ๐๐˜: ๐๐„๐„๐‹๐€๐Œ ๐Œ๐€๐‡๐€๐‰๐€๐ ๐’๐ˆ๐๐†๐‡๐๐Ž๐Ž๐Š ๐‘๐„๐•๐ˆ๐„๐– ๐๐˜ ๐‰๐”๐’๐“๐ˆ๐‚๐„ ๐’. ๐Œ๐Ž๐‡๐€๐, (๐‰๐”๐ƒ๐†๐„: ๐’๐”๐๐‘๐„๐Œ๐„ ๐‚๐Ž๐”๐‘๐“ ๐Ž๐… ๐ˆ๐๐ƒ๐ˆ๐€) '๐Ž๐œ๐ž๐š๐ง ๐Ž๐Ÿ ๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž' ๐›๐ฒ ๐๐ž๐ž๐ฅ๐š๐ฆ ๐Œ๐š๐ก๐š๐ฃ๐š๐ง ๐’๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ก

๐‚๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐ŸŽŠ ๐จ๐ง ๐ˆ๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐š๐ฅ ๐๐จ๐ž๐ญ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ƒ๐š๐ฒ (๐”๐๐ˆ๐‚๐„๐…) ๐ญ๐จ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฉ๐จ๐ž๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ฅ๐. ๐ˆ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐š๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐ž๐ž ๐ฉ๐จ๐ž๐ญ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐›๐จ๐จ๐ค๐ฌ, ๐Ž๐œ๐ž๐š๐ง ๐Ž๐Ÿ ๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž, ๐“๐š๐ง๐๐š๐ฏ: ๐’๐ก๐ข๐ฏ๐š'๐ฌ ๐ƒ๐š๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐Ž๐Ÿ ๐…๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฒ, ๐‰๐จ๐ฒ ๐€๐ง๐ ๐€๐ง๐ง๐ข๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐€๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ๐š๐ญ๐ซ๐š (๐€ ๐‰๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง๐ž๐ฒ ๐–๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง). ๐๐จ๐ž๐ญ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐š๐ง ๐ž๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ž๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐จ๐œ๐ข๐š๐ฅ, ๐ž๐œ๐จ๐ง๐จ๐ฆ๐ข๐œ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐œ๐š๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ญ๐ฎ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐š๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฆ.
• ๐๐ซ๐จ๐Ÿ. ๐๐ž๐ž๐ฅ๐š๐ฆ ๐Œ๐š๐ก๐š๐ฃ๐š๐ง ๐’๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ก •
๐Ž๐‚๐„๐€๐ ๐Ž๐… ๐‹๐Ž๐•๐„, 
๐๐˜: ๐๐„๐„๐‹๐€๐Œ ๐Œ๐€๐‡๐€๐‰๐€๐ ๐’๐ˆ๐๐†๐‡
๐๐Ž๐Ž๐Š ๐‘๐„๐•๐ˆ๐„๐– ๐๐˜ ๐‰๐”๐’๐“๐ˆ๐‚๐„ ๐’. ๐Œ๐Ž๐‡๐€๐, (๐‰๐”๐ƒ๐†๐„: ๐’๐”๐๐‘๐„๐Œ๐„ ๐‚๐Ž๐”๐‘๐“ ๐Ž๐… ๐ˆ๐๐ƒ๐ˆ๐€) 
'๐Ž๐œ๐ž๐š๐ง ๐Ž๐Ÿ ๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž' ๐›๐ฒ ๐๐ž๐ž๐ฅ๐š๐ฆ ๐Œ๐š๐ก๐š๐ฃ๐š๐ง ๐’๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ก is a poetic expression of a unique personality, bringing to fore the sensitivity, pain and passion of a rebel crusader author. This book attempts to decondition a conditioned society. What may be a belief may just be an obsession? It transcends deep into mysticism and truism, that goes hand in hand in ๐“ž๐“ฌ๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ท ๐“ž๐“ฏ ๐“›๐“ธ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ. 
While the poems of Elliot, Tagore, Wordsworth, Octavio Paz, Pablo Neruda, Larkins or Sitakant Mahapatra, on one hand are bound by a coherent vision of man and the universe, ๐’ฉโ„ฏโ„ฏ๐“๐’ถ๐“‚'๐“ˆ poems stand against the onslaught on mankind in any form. ๐’ฉโ„ฏโ„ฏ๐“๐’ถ๐“‚'๐“ˆ poems are deciphered from an enigma that becomes a recurrent attitude which is identified with the cosmos. 
๐’ฉโ„ฏโ„ฏ๐“๐’ถ๐“‚'๐“ˆ poetry repudiates a trivial destiny. ๐“ž๐“ฌ๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ท ๐“ž๐“ฏ ๐“›๐“ธ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ, "makes a journey into the spiritual world, in search of light beyond the physical being," says the sublime, revolutionary poetess. She expresses profound, passionate and immense feelings in shunning intolerance divisiveness and hatred. She aggressively defies a rotten systemic order, clamouring for a new one. This book is a subtle pellucid of beauty, stylistic and has immense appeal for readers with conciuosness towards fellow human beings. 
๐’ฉโ„ฏโ„ฏ๐“๐’ถ๐“‚ โ„ณ๐’ถ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐’ฟ๐’ถ๐“ƒ ๐’ฎ๐’พ๐“ƒโ„Š๐’ฝ is dedicated to the causes of humanism and women's empowerment, for which she has steadfastly dedicated three decades.
๐“๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ต๐“ช๐“ถ ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ผ ๐“ญ๐“ฎ๐“ญ๐“ฒ๐“ฌ๐“ช๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ญ ๐“ž๐“ฌ๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ท ๐“ž๐“ฏ ๐“›๐“ธ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ ๐“ฝ๐“ธ "๐“›๐“ช๐“ณ๐”‚๐“ช ๐““๐“ฎ๐“ฟ๐“ฒ ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ญ ๐“™๐“ช๐“ผ๐”€๐“ช๐“ท๐“ฝ ๐“ก๐“ช๐“ฒ ๐“ณ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ, ๐“ถ๐”‚ ๐“น๐“ช๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐“ผ, ๐“ช๐“ผ ๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“ช๐“ป๐“ผ ๐”€๐“ช๐“ฝ๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ฏ๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ถ ๐“ช๐“ซ๐“ธ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ญ ๐“ถ๐”‚ ๐”€๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ญ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ฏ๐“พ๐“ต ๐“ผ๐“ธ๐“ท: ๐“จ๐“พ๐“ฟ๐“ป๐“ช๐“ณ ๐“ข๐“ฒ๐“ญ๐“ญ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ป๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ช ๐“ข๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ๐“ฑ".
☆ ๐๐ž๐ž๐ฅ๐š๐ฆ ๐Œ๐š๐ก๐š๐ฃ๐š๐ง ๐’๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ก ๐ข๐ฌ ๐š๐ง ๐š๐œ๐š๐๐ž๐ฆ๐ข๐œ๐ข๐š๐ง, ๐ฌ๐ž๐ง๐ข๐จ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฅ๐ข๐œ๐ข๐ญ๐จ๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐จ๐œ๐ข๐š๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐œ๐ž & ๐ก๐ฎ๐ฆ๐š๐ง ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ญ๐ž๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง (๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ-๐›๐จ๐ง๐จ). ๐’๐ก๐ž'๐ฌ ๐š ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ญ๐ข-๐Ÿ๐š๐œ๐ž๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง๐š๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ. ๐€ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ ๐ง๐š๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ž ๐š๐ญ ๐ƒ๐จ๐จ๐ซ๐๐š๐ซ๐ฌ๐ก๐š๐ง ๐๐ž๐ฐ๐ฌ, ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž'๐ฌ ๐›๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐š ๐๐ซ๐จ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐จ๐ซ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐‡๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐š๐ญ ๐”๐ง๐ข๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ƒ๐ž๐ฅ๐ก๐ข. ๐‡๐ž๐ซ ๐œ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ง๐ฌ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐š ๐ฏ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฎ๐š๐ซ๐ ๐ฏ๐จ๐ข๐œ๐ž, ๐š๐ ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ ๐š ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐š๐ฉ๐ข๐๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ฆ, ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐๐ž๐ง๐ข๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ข๐ซ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐œ๐ž ๐ข๐ง ๐ฌ๐จ๐œ๐ข๐ž๐ญ๐ฒ. ๐’๐ก๐ž'๐ฌ ๐š๐ฆ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐›๐š๐ญ๐œ๐ก ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐  ๐ฅ๐š๐๐ข๐ž๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฉ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐š๐ฅ'๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐’๐ญ. ๐’๐ญ๐ž๐ฉ๐ก๐ž๐ง'๐ฌ ๐‚๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐ž, ๐š ๐ฆ๐š๐ฅ๐ž ๐›๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ง.
His Excellencey David Alipov, Ambassador of Russia ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡บ with Ocean Of Love ...
• ๐“Ÿ๐“ธ๐“ฎ๐“ถ๐“ผ ๐“ซ๐”‚ ๐“๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ต๐“ช๐“ถ ๐“œ๐“ช๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ณ๐“ช๐“ท ๐“ข๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ๐“ฑ • 
It's all about zest in life and approaching the situations, i.e. life in general, with excitement, energy and not approaching tasks half heartedly. Enjoy and have wonderful days ahead!
Shehzadi Simon with Neelam Mahajan Singh 
๐•พ๐•ด๐•ท๐•ฐ๐•น๐•ฎ๐•ฐ ๐•ฐ๐•น๐•ฏ๐–€๐•ฝ๐•ฐ๐•พ 
(๐•บ๐–ˆ๐–Š๐–†๐–“ ๐•บ๐–‹ ๐•ท๐–”๐–›๐–Š) 
๐•น๐–Š๐–Š๐–‘๐–†๐–’ ๐•ธ๐–†๐–๐–†๐–๐–†๐–“ ๐•พ๐–Ž๐–“๐–Œ๐– 
Silence endures an agonized moment's cry
Sorrow exploits dumb silence's willing trust 
Quiet patience befriends time's eternal chains
A darkening vigil 
Guards the morrow now
Barbed memory stings 
Still drawing blood 
From prying eyes 
To shield the singing flood 
As faltering smile attempts to cheat the world 
Tortured limbs embrace 
Fatigue a moment 
Steps aside
Another smile gestures 
To stem the tide
In passing callous time looks back
An indifferent glance 
Yet something holds it still 
Perhaps perhaps 
It hears an anguished call 
• Shambhu Yadav, a poet-philospher writes a poem for Neelam Mahajan Singh  in response to 'Silence Endures':-
เค‰เคฎ्เคฐ เค•ी เคเค• เค—िเคฒเคนเคฐी
เคฌैเค ी เคฎेเคฐे เค…ंเคคเคฐ्เคฎเคจ เค•े เคกाเคฒ เคชเคฐ 
เคฎंเคธूเคฌों เค•ो เค•ुเคคเคฐ เค•ुเคคเคฐ
เค—िเคฐा เคฐเคนी 
เคฎेเคฐे เค†ंเค—เคจ เค•ी 
เคถाเคฎ เคฎें।
เคฏे เคฅเค•ा เค–ूเคฌเคธूเคฐเคค เคฌเคฆเคจ 
เคฅเค•ी, เคธเคœเค— เคนैं เคฏाเคฆें
เคซिเคฐ เคญी เค…เคชเคฐाเคœिเคคा เคธी
เค…เคชเคจे เค˜เคฐ เค•े เคตीเคฅिเค•ा เคฎें
เคฌเคข़ी เคœा เคฐเคนी เคนूं।
- ๐Ÿ’ž เคถंเคญू เคฏाเคฆเคต ๐Ÿ’ž-
His Excellencey Sh. Arif Mohammed Khan, Honb'le Governor of Kerala with Ocean Of Love. 
• ๐•ฐ๐–›๐–Š๐–—๐–ž๐–”๐–“๐–Š ๐–๐–†๐–˜ ๐–‡๐–Š๐–Š๐–“ ๐–ˆ๐–Š๐–’๐–Š๐–“๐–™๐–Š๐–‰ • 
He doesn't see
Nor does he hear 
Caught in the depths of his throat 
His voice can't be heard
He stammers for all practical purposes 
He looks a complete man 
But could it be possible 
That he's just a stone?

It appears men have 
Turned into etchings 
On the wall 
I feel suffocated 
Where man is stoned 

Come, please do come 
See the blind faith 
Some men do manage to make 
A God even out of a stone 

The turbulent clouds portend 
Another torrential monsoon 
The stone work is already weak 
The dam is sure to burst this time

Come, come let's choose 
from the handful crowd 
Of mute, faceless bystanders 
And desecrate them 
A place of stones ... 
๐“ฃ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ญ๐“ช๐“ฟ: ๐“ข๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ฟ๐“ช'๐“ผ ๐““๐“ช๐“ท๐“ฌ๐“ฎ ๐“ž๐“ฏ ๐“•๐“พ๐“ป๐”‚ 
๐“‘๐”‚: ๐““๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“น๐“ช๐“ด ๐“œ๐“ฒ๐“ผ๐“ฑ๐“ป๐“ช, ๐“˜๐“Ÿ๐“ข 
๐“๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ต๐“ช๐“ถ ๐“œ๐“ช๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ณ๐“ช๐“ท ๐“ข๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ๐“ฑ 
• ๐•ด ๐•ฝ๐–Š๐–˜๐–”๐–‘๐–›๐–Š ๐•ฟ๐–” ๐–‚๐–Ž๐–“ ๐•ด๐–™ ๐•ญ๐–†๐–ˆ๐– ๐–‡๐–†๐–ˆ๐– • 
๐–‡๐–ž: ๐•น๐–Š๐–Š๐–‘๐–†๐–’ ๐•ธ๐–†๐–๐–†๐–๐–†๐–“ ๐•พ๐–Ž๐–“๐–Œ๐– 
My night is awake 
Someone has broken the rays 
Why do dreams come in sleep 
Why stars are left waiting outside 
It is your memory which
Sewed up the wounds of love 
Today I have pulled out the stitches 
And give you back the thread
How painful it is!
From the holy book of my love 
I have torn out a page 
A caravan of flowers 
Passes through a desert 
I have resolved to win back 
The faith that was once lost
My night is awake 
However distant you may be!
(๐•บ๐–ˆ๐–Š๐–†๐–“ ๐•บ๐–‹ ๐•ท๐–”๐–›๐–Š) 
๐‘๐ž๐ฏ๐ข๐ž๐ฐ ๐›๐ฒ ๐‰๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐œ๐ž ๐’. ๐Œ๐จ๐ก๐š๐ง, 
(๐‰๐ฎ๐๐ ๐ž; ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐’๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐ฆ๐ž ๐‚๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ˆ๐ง๐๐ข๐š)

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