Vani R. Singh

पंजाब की तालों में छिपी, दो आवाज़ों की कहानी, एक सोने की चादर में लिपटी, दूसरी संघर्ष की निशानी। जहां जाट राजा गाते हैं रेत पर महलों की बात, अपनी धरती और वीरता के गीत, संग लिए अपार सौगात, दलित सपनों का नाच नज़र आता है उनके संग, गीत हैं जो कहते उनके दर्द की, न्याय की उम्मीदों की जंग। रूप लाल की हम्मर कॉलेज के द्वार तक जाती, गिन्नी की आवाज़ उठती, उनके संगीत में वह कहानी बताती, जो इतिहास में छिपी,…

The streets In India’s heart, where streets breathe life,Each turn whispers a lesson in strife.Street No. 1, a refuge found,Where footsteps echo, no fears abound. Street #2, well-tread, yet shadows creep,A hiss, a catcall, disturbs the sleep. Street #3, where darkness claims the night,A predator’s cloak, no guiding light. Here, fear builds its fortress strong,Rape, murder, echoes…

This morning’s walk in the park was a real eye-opener. What seemed like a simple stroll turned into a lesson on how differently men and women experience public spaces. It’s only in the last two decades that there’s been a significant push to look at gender alongside space. This combined analysis is crucial because it helps us understand how gender roles shape social relations and the spaces we…

मेरा देश आज चीख रहा है।जम्हूरियत का जनाजा दीख रहा है।न जाने आज का युवा क्या सीख रहा है।राजनीति के इस खेल में ,लोकतंत्र किसको दीख़ रहा है?न जनता की आवाज है,न कोई नया आगाज है।बस बढ़ रहे अत्याचार हैं।अधिकारों की है बात कहां?न्याय की वो राह कहां ?भाई भाई लाद बैठे हैं,मन में मलाल कर बैठे हैं।संविधान भी डरा सहमा है,सत्ताधारी का गिरेबान खून से मैला है।आपस में फुट डाल,वो तो मन की बात कह रहा है।देखो देखो,…

To write love or ignite a revolution’s flame,Amidst communal strife, whose face to reclaim?Gaza’s woes echo, a news evolution sought,Farmers’ plight whispers, ink yet uncaught. In the political maze, suffering the nation’s design,Whom to ask about the farmers’ weakened spine?Every revolution, a tale of love, I once did read,In a world torn by faith, where dissent does bleed. Police batons at…

Amidst the echoes of ancient stones,Old architecture in silence groans.Embraced by shadows of modern days,It struggles in the evolving maze.Whispers of history fade and wane,As new structures rise, a relentless bane.Ivy-clad tales, concealed in the past,Lost in the shadows, they won’t last.Brick by brick, the past is concealed,Yet echoes persist, refusing to yield.In the dance of time, where old…

Woh pyaar tha jo yuhin ho gya,Ek khwaab sa jo kho gya.Woh sath tha,Ab chooth gya.Kuch lamhe sath diya,Phir tanha chodh gya.Woh ret sa haathon se phisal gya,Mein nadaan thaUssi mein gir gya.Ek waqt tha jab hum khaas the,Ab woh na Jane kin rahon mein kho gya.

In chiffon’s embrace, a tale unfolds,Pallu whispers secrets, the story it holds.A spaghetti top, in defiance, stands,Against a clause, as dusk commands.“Be home before sunset,” they say,A tethered shield, to keep at bay.Yet safety’s path, not one but many,In lanes unexplored, where spirits are uncanny.The club’s allure, forbidden it seems,A place where judgments fuel our dreams.Wine in hand, a…

Unse pehli dafa jab rubaru hue Mano ki Dil mein ek Tamanna ji jagi,  Tamanna ki bas ek bar woh Chu le, Dekh le, mehsus kr le  Ki ek Dil hai jisme unke Siva aur koi bhi nahi Unse dusri mulakat mein  Kuch alag rubab tha  Khuda ka karishma mano  Ya hoor khud chal ke pass aya tha Phir mulakaton ka silsila chalta rha,  Woh paas ate rahe Aur suroor chadta gya

You call me up, When I am not fine. You go ahead and negotiate at the store Because I am shy. You bought me a bunch of flowers and I cried anyway You’re better with actions than choosing words to say. I try not to, but I always goof around a little, drop a chair, laugh a lot,You roll your ears and laugh Like you’re happy with the girl you chose. I love being absolutely silly with you, Those…

Palestine and Israel In a parallel world, as the world cup final plays,A child waits for the word “ceasefire,” in a desperate daze.A village burns away, but we look away, indifferent and cold,To a land not ours, yet with a beating heart, we remain bold.We do not cry, for it’s not our child in pain,We let them bomb their homes, our diplomacy in vain.Hamas and IDF locked in a tragic waltz, a war’s…

So i planned to ride on a boat, Cycled to this lake. Got cat-called on my way. But even before any of this happened,I answered a mandatory puzzle at home and also on my way. How handy is your phone, if something happens? How far is the place, If something happens?Please don’t wear that top, what if something happens? And a hundred other possibilities my mother would play. So now we go back to the…