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sitaro ko chune aasman chal pada

maine kaha mere liye ruko zara

use dekhne mein chanda aur taron se lad pada

shayad nazorn ka dhoka ho chala

yahan se vahan aur vahan se yahaan

use dhoond dhoond kar mein thak gaya

thi woh mann mein, chuppke baithi

jis dhoondhte hue maine raat din ek kar diya

zeher aur pani ka anttar mein kar na saka

zindagi maut se door nazar aai

behak gaya mein us anjani dor mein

gaatho pe chalna chahta hu ab na jane kis ore mein

Randomness

The day is no more, the shadow is upon the earth. It is time that I go to the scream to fill my pitcher. The evening air is eager with the sad music of the water. It calls me out in the dusk. In the lonely lane there is no passer-by, the wind is up, the ripples are rampant in the river. I know not if I shall come back home. I know not whom I shall chance to meet. There at the fording in the little boat the  unknown man plays upon his lute.      

Sab kahe mora jag bowraya, mein kuch na samjhu
mera mann tose laga piya, ab mohe jag lage payara...

Aangan ki mitti..
shakho ke patte bhi tujhe yaad kare
mein ka se kahu yeh bhi meri na sune....

Par mein janu tum aaoge jarror, ek din tumhe aana padega..
jab bhi aao..jaise bhi aao
bas mere ban jana
aur mein sangini ban jau tumhari...

...and my one prayer goes blank everyday...

Mere Paa

This is neither about Amitabh Bacchan nor a moive rating post...this is about Paa my paa..
This is some kind of a Ittefaq that one got released on Friday and my Paa also came back to my home town on the same day after living in some other city for years..

I got my Paa back home (dekho meri badi issmlee :D)

Having him available all the weekdays-ends makes me feels so carefree..

I don't have to think about servicing, telephone bills, guardianship for siblings, missed school buses of my brother.. ;)

I Hugged him tightly after years...felt like a small kid again...and gossiped with him about all my cousins and relatives...

All these years it felt so difficult to say that I love him so much and missed him on every single day when he was not here with us..

The greatest gift I ever had Came from God; I call him Dad! - Author Unkown

Vague

The passing days of life were just different. Not like how I always wanted them to be, but certainly how I never thought of them in that way. Best possible thing for me to do now is to make a wonderful delicious mindshake to gulp down boredom. It seems so hard to pull down sand in the time flask.

I know some part of my sunshine is missing. But, we all have a day fixed for ourself to feel the bliss of heaven and highly favoured. Sooner or later it reaches with graceful moments and obscure flavor of life. Waiting for my reflected arcs. Sigh!!

(Thanks to Julie Pavletich for this endearing picture)

Aise hi kuch kuch - Part 5

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With the different moves in life we think to pause certain moments and hold the tiny proportion of seconds. We did remember the feel about the unusual things happened with us. It becomes special and very extra ordinary for us, like we never felt before.
I wish I could bottle them in the empty spaces of time.

Aise hi kuch kuch - Part 4

Dreamland

.....trying to make one for myself :D.....

Aise hi kuch kuch - Part 3

they were going through a beautiful struggle
kissing silently each other on invisible mode
relocating the exchange of feeling
deep inside those dreams...

Aise hi kuch kuch - Part 2

zzzzzz

“Best way to ignore the world is to go under Hibernation.”

- joie

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बाजारों की चलती गलिया

बिखरी बातें, खोजी अखिया

मनचाहे आकार को ढूंढे

रंग सलोने हाथ को तरसे

यह भी तो एक रूप है तेरा

बोले सपन अधूरे नैना

स्पर्श से जागे तनमय बतिया

खनके कानो में मीठी रैना...

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bazaro ki chalti galiya

bikhri batein, khoji akhiya

manchahe aakar ko dhoondhe

rang salone hath ko tarase

yeh bhi toh ek roop hai tera

bole sapan adhoore naina

sparsh se jage tanmay batiya

khanke kano mein meethi raina...

ख्याल

कुछ मंदबुद्धि लोग भी अनचाहा सा कर गुज़रते है क्युकि वे जुटे रहते है...

chalo chupp jaye

I love being drifted away by life
m hiding from happiness
yeah you see,

we started playing again
with the carried over game...

Calling celebration

brimming through joy
scattered with laughter
I slept awake in my dreams

because the owner of happiness

is now resting in me!!

NEW Year resolution

Some are in the process...few will get added to me very soon

Few more hours of darkness passed away
some new secrets got locked
just behind the virtual show
there was a life
which they lived as one

For THEM

So, its been few days now to the Mumbai carnage and what all we are up to, busy with work, exams, daily routine, TV, hobbies etc etc. We all have come out of that feeling probably, we do feel bad but we can’t stop moving.
The same Leopold Café is expecting new customers, the VT (CST) are tiring themselves in scheduling train arrivals, Oberoi and Taj are on the way of renovation. We are making up for the losses…losses of property, evaluating the number of zeros required for getting back the same details, yeah we must not forget about MR.CM who genuinely tried his best to reach that house where even the dog wouldn’t go.
But nothing will never be able to fill those bullet marks. No amount of money can bring those laughter’s back in existence, they would be heard only in silence now.
At the very moment I feel...No blames, no anger, no hatred... only remembering the departed souls.
“ITNA YAAD RAKHNA, EK SATHI AUR BHI THA”