Author: Ila Varma

Blogger By Profession, Brand Ambassador, Freelancer Content Writer, Creative Writer, Ghost Writer, Influencer, Poet. Life without Music, just can't think of. Admirer of Nature. In spite of odds in life, I Keep Smiling and Keep the Spirits burning. My favourite Adage, "Do Good & The Good Comes Back to You!"

  • मिलेगें हम एक बार

    ByIla Varma

    रूबरू हुए हम बीते पल से सजते थे महफिल हमारे दम पर।। समय के चक्रवात ने कर दिया चकनाचूर संजोए उम्मीद सारे।। दफन हो गये सब ख्बाब हमारे रह गए सिर्फ अवसाद हमारे।। एक आस है बाकि कभी तो, कहीं तो मिलेगें हम एक बार।।  © इला वर्मा 19-01-2016

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  • Addiction

    ByIla Varma

    In teens infatuated by the silver screen puffed in the air embarked in fashion. Frisky  buddies engrossed in frailties of smoking of boozing in passion. Now The body shudders in pain in rage Caught in the net of Addiction. © Ila Varma 14-01-2016                        …

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  • Redemption of Fate

    ByIla Varma

    Dark clouds hovers Sprawling gloom all over A silent voice Deep within me “Whispers” Am I going to be exempted, From the redemption of fate. Off and On It blesses me with intricacies Of health I fight tight Conquering the ongoing With a wide smile Trampling down forever. Other Stands in a queue Waiting for…

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  • Voice of Silence

    ByIla Varma

           “The power of silence is more vivacious than the power of meaningless words. “ I was raised in a joint family, where silence was an alien in this world of commotion. I say commotion because three generations lived under the same roof and each generation had a different set of rule for…

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  • कासे कहूँ

    ByIla Varma

        जमाने ने गम दियातो मैं चीखी- चिल्लायीपरजब अपनों ने सितम ढायातो आँखें हुई नमदिल रोया जार-जारखाई थी चोट अपनों सेजाती मैं कहाँ।।© इला वर्मा 09-01-2016

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  • Joys Unknown.

    ByIla Varma

      Sitting on the platform Waiting since long The train delayed Hours passed Night fell Spell of dense fog conceals The distance to the tracks The bright lights that glowed Beamed dimmed in the cool dark night An old woman with wrinkles Watches me Shivering with biting cold Grinding my teeth She lights the brazier…

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