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कसम उठाता हूँ में | फिर नहीं झुकूंगा, फिर नहीं दबूंगा, फिर नहीं अपने क्रोध को बुझने दूंगा, हाँ क्रोधित हूँ में | क्योंकि क्रोध मेरा अधिकार है | नहीं मानूंगा अब, जो मनवाना चाहोगे मुझको, आँख भले दिखलाओगे मुझको, फिर जो झुठलाना चाहोगे मुझको, लाठी से भी तुम्हारी में नहीं डरूंगा, हाँ क्रोधित हूँ में | इस बार में तुमसे नहीं झुकूंगा | लाचारी का ढोंग बहुत हुआ अब, मजबूरी का नाटक बहुत किया बस,

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Meri haya, teri razaa,Teri razaa mein mera mein, meri rooh,Jis taraf dehoon, dikhey bas tu,Allah hu! Allah hu! Tujhko dekhoon, tujhko paoon,Tere dar par mein, meri justajoo,Tu mera ishq, meri aarzoo,Ya allah! Allah hu! Tera dastoor, mere huzoor,Tujhmein mein, mujhmein samaya tu,Meri shaksiyat tujhmein, meri rooh tu.Allah hu! Allah hu! Tera sarmaya, tooney banaya,Le ley mujhmey jo tera, de de

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Haq-e-siyahi mein dekho kuch toh bayaan hoga,Kuch meri kaafri ka hisaab,kuch meri masoomiyat ka ehtram hoga.Jungey zindagi rafta rafta chalegi kuch yoon hi,Uskey doosrey kisi sirey par latka,mera wajood fanaa hoga.Tanhaee yoon kaategi chup chup ke tukdon mein mujhko,Mere kamrey ke kisi pardey ke koney pe bandhey,Meri har tarkash par usko gumaan hoga.Mer mathey ki silwatein jab tootney lageingi,

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You can’t really call me a movie buff, but i managed to sit through one today. Not because i wanted to watch one! But because i am still waiting for a school friend who leaving for Gurgaon tomorrow for good and chooses to ditch me for some cute chicks over a movie (which by the way he got his way into due to his exceptional emotional blackmailing skills which never worked on me) and his “

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In my mind, I am a little black boy.playing with my toy, oh what a joy!no worries, no pain, nothing lost or no gain,I wait for the rain, Oh what a joy!A little black hat, rests on my head,A yellow light bulb, glowing silhouettes.I, eating my bun, with the orange sun,In my hand my toy, Oh what a joy!mama did you call me? are you to pull on my ear?I made a little bad, for a while i am sad.for a

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Its been ages that i have wrote something... anything....But music is what has kept me going.... Sufi music is divine! its spiritual! I want to introduce you all to a beautiful composition by Saieen Zahoor called Toomba. A sufi composition in punjabi. Even if your don't catch the lyrics just listen to the qualaam and enjoy its mystique's. Till the next time... i don't know when i will be back

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Ek aadhi adhori raat mein jab akelapan apni purani dosti ki yaad dilata hai,aur milney aata hai. toh need bhi aankhon se rooth kar karwat badal leti hai. Bahut ajeeb ehsaas hai yeah. Hairat hoti hai kudpar jab sochta hoon kabhi iisi akelepan ke saath ghanton batein kiya karta tha. Aaj jab phir yeah mujhse milney aaya hai toh khamoosh sa bas tukur tukur dekh raha hoon isko. ‘Kaisey ho?’ Ek ek

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Raat ki kali siyahi se tera chehra banana hai,Taron ke timtim-ahaat se usko sajana hai,Karna hai deedar tera jee bharkar,Bebas sa hokar apna maata tere kandhey par tikana hai,Jeena hai ek raat tere narm, garm say eke taley,Teri saanson mein chupchaap sama jana hai,Nichod doonga sabee jazbaat tere aanchal mein apney,Bhigo doonga tere rang mein daman ko apney,Bin bataye hi sahi babul ko apney,

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Guldastey sa sajaye,Kisi kyaree se churye,Tere sajdey ka phool,Hoon tere pairoon ki dhool.Thujhee mein mey,Muhjee mein tu,Khudee ka rutbaa,Har rutbey mein tu.Teri tareefon mein mera sadka,Tere ishq mein ramta,Tujhey paney ki justajoo,Tujh pe bandhee meri arzoo.Allah mere tu mujhey khud se mila,Hai kaun tu? Apni pehchaan kara,Dhoondoonga kab tak? Jab tak.Tu mujhko na mila….!

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He could bind all in his words,He could; the rising sun,The lush green trees,Birds humming their rhyme; everything.He tries hard to sketch himself,In some lines, some words.But he fails and remains helpless.Would he? Or wouldn’t he?Who knows? Not even him.He walks and walks the longer miles,He sings and sings his lines out of rhyme,He wonders and wonders some more,In the theater of his mind,Sense

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It’s been lying idle for a while now.I cannot help but wonder why?Its spring again;It’s beautiful now;Distracted by, the colours and the smell.The spring must too end someday;Winters! would return.Is it then, you wait to walk again?The roads once crossed.You would wait that long ‘.’ ‘?’A question?The answer? .................................................

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A man needs to let go of 'numbers', to realise the first step to peace. His desire to fittingly 'reply'. he should quench his thirst to get drunk on it. He fights, fights the way he should.He needs to fight no one, except for himself. He needs to reply to no one except himself. Realise my man! for your self depends on you.His appearance, appears to be clean. His 'will to survive', mocking his

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and then the journey begins... the travellers have met, to walk beyond now. the walk, on a vacant sky.there she stood,a wounded butterfly! his ego grown mamoth, he rode a dying horse. on a vacant sky.The vacant sky, a trillion galaxies within....

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The unicorn rose again, to fly on his milky white wings. ‘Birds of prey’ carpeted his way as he floated through the knighted sky. The stars he wondered looked brighter that he had ever seen them. Each dot marked its own territory on the black charred vacant sky. He felt a new life running through his veins. He flew again after a long and trying hide inside. He spread his wings wide and

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Ek machis ki dibiya mein mai. Meelon bichey saapon par, Sarakta sa, behta sa, chala jata tha, Kuch masti mein, haathon se modi sadkein, Parbat ke chehrey par muskurahat si rakhee thee, Ek ek karkey oos ke panno ko hataya meiney, Aur apney hi hathon se apna haath chudaya meiney, Har koney har modh par bikhra sa who yauvan, jaisey ghoonghat mein saji koi naye naveli shringaree dulhan,

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Kuch arz hai… kaheen bacha thoda karz hai,Chukana hai karkey thoda thoda,Janta hoon mein mera khud hona,Aur hokar bhi na hona, ehsaas yeah khudgarz hai. Kuch likhawati banawati baton se,Kuch bantee simtee ahton se,Ehsaas mein sarey pirota hoon,Teri bandage mein banjarey sa mein khota hoon. Hawaon mein ghultee se kushboo ki tarah,Tera ehsaas mere maula,mujhmein kaheen ghulta

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Painted on the canvas,Deep scared, violet lover,Awaits his destiny,Hiding beneath,A doubted, voided cover. Yet those smiles of ambiguity,Render his face with an artificial happiness,He scratches his soul,Hard enough to scar the healing wounds. He,Who ought to find his self,He,Who needs to rediscover,He,Who awaits his destiny,He,The ageless, aging lover.P.S- last few days

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khuda mere mujhko kuch sila dey,zarra hoon tera muujhko khud mein mila ley,jooth hoon mein tera tu sach mujhko bana dey,kadwaahat hoon teri, mithaas jaisa kuch bana dey.terii saanson ko peeta hoon,saaya hoon tera tujhmein hi jeeta hoon,ghoont sa tu kuch mujhko bana dey,suroor yeah sara tu mujhko pila dey.bas baksh dey har uss baashindey ko,jo niklaa hai tujhko mananey,barkat kar apney sadkeyki,

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last night was one of the most beautiful nights of my life. A friend gifted me with this uncomparable gift of heartfelt smiles wrapped in words (http://halime0607.blogspot.com/2008/07/for-special-person-in-my-life.html)Halime shansheel. Her love for india is uncomparable to even the bygone freedom fighters that might have existed in this nation. Her passion and obession for india astonishes and

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http://www.nanaksarthath.co.uk/audio/ManinderSingh/2006-02-17/01%20-%20koee%20bolai%20raam%20raam%20koee%20khudhaae.mp3http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ayDuKOiRvWw(please listen to any of these links first before starting to read first... ) Koi bole raam raam,Koi khudaey,Koi seva gusaeeyan,Koi allaeh. Kaaran karan, kareen,Kirpa thaarn raheen. Koi nahavey teerathKoi hajj

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bestowed,marked by the symbol,of whitened poetic time,she gazed back at the 'eye'.Straight!a story,"un-narrated"!i peeped in honestly,her resemblance to serenity,her story,i tried figuring,figured?but instillations are statics,the dynamics, motionless,yet those loud sounds i heard.

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Ya khuda,tu mujhsey,Mein tujhsey,Kyon khud se?Hoon juda.Dey hateli,Baandh sahaara,Dekh doobara,Khada banda.Mangey sahaara.Rahem, rahem.Aab Baksh,mere karam.Aab baksh,Meri khata,Aab to dikha,Koi adaa.Tu hai. Haan hai.Yeah ehsaas kara. Tu junoon,Tu sukoon,Tu kudrat,Tu hasrat,Tu nahee juda,Tu mukammal mere khuda.P.S- I couldn't translate this piece, i apologies to my friends. But this

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I have fallen in love with this song! go ahead you allfall..............!!!!P.S- if u dun smile listenin to this song....u shud immidiately rush to a doctor.sumfin is wrong wid u.. for sure! :) :) :)

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Some journeys take us to places that one had imagined only in vivid imaginations. The beauty so surreal that it could melt away time. I stood there by its corner and adored the mystique's of the marvel called nature. It was like an staged magical performance which began the moment I stepped beyond the doors of my apprehensions. Opened it arms to embrace me within itself, so did she. It was warm

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There are certain set of realizations that a “human” being has at most unexpected times. There are certain actions of us “humans” that define our destiny, but what if the destiny we have is not accepted by the “people”? What would happen if the authenticity of our existence is questioned? What happens when people challenge the validity of our ‘emotions’? Complete ignorance to the existence of

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Picture taken at Bandipur wildlife reserve, Karnataka.Some textures, some shades, some broken pieces left behind to be captured! I just look at them with numbing silence and the derth of life in this frame fasinated me. Almost lifeless, these pieces of wood made some sense."The endings, sometimes leaves behind traces to be seen in a very different light. Understanding the evolution and

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I put some breadcrumbs upon my pillow,To feed the tiring mind.I begin to write my dreams again,In the hopes of turning blind.I sow some seeds of dislike afresh,To the past a reckless rewind. A few steps here and there on the sand,The lord brands the “me”, the crime.In the meadows of the stolen human’s paradise,I build my own, small holy shrine.For I would be the priest of a

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Grab thy soul by the hands,drag it out to,face you, the mirror.what would you ask?who are you?how are you?what are you?would you have the patience?to listen,when it speaks,speaks out loud,to tell you,It hasn’t been you for a while.would you have the courage?to defend thy self,Or,would you just surrender?to yourself!

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Aao baitho,Kootein kuch sapney apney,Gholein apni neeindein unmein,Chuno, chuno, jo chunnan chaho,Khattey, meethey, teekhey ya tazey.Khattey ho to, jhilaaogey,Meethet hon toh, muskaoogey,Teekhey hon toh, thoda pani pee lo,Tazi tazi thodi si duniya jee lo,Aao ,Ley aao tum takhtee apni,Likhein kuch batein unpar hum bhi,Dikheingey kuch chehrey unpar,Darna mat, tum unko samjah jaogey.Dekho ranga hai

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Zindagee ke darakth par,samay ki dali se latka,preet ki dhoop mein pakta,ek baasa* phool,kuch rota,kabhi muskuraata,apney ateet ko sehlaata,kuch kaanton ko potli mein bandhey,toot kar gira toh kavi ho gaya.*baasa - rotten / really old / not freshenglish translation:A Rotten Fower!On the tree of life,hanging upon the branches of time,ripened by the warmth of love,a rotten

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Door pahari ke uss par,chupa ek naya soorj,leke ujaala saath hai,uski sunehri tashtaree se,utre kirnon ki boondon ko,kalahee par rakhkar,chaat liya tha meiney. Mehektey pedon ke beech,tairtey badalon ka jhund,sehlata sa bas,kaheen vadee ko dooji,sarak jata hai jisey ,ek ehsaas anmol,narm aur safed. Ghanee wadiyon mein bikhrey,woh rang,saja kar aaram se rakh diye hon,hare rang, bahut sarey,

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Caught amongst,some drifting dreams,echoing silence,of a shallow mind.it writes again,writes the deja-vu’sDeja-vu’s,of a hollow life.begin thy journey,once again,to the moment.When it stares,stares right at you,again…..p.s- I happen to have one of 'these' last nite and it freaked me out bigtime. Hence the post.

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It’s time!time to go,fly away to eternity,and beyond.Zilch fear, Content,to walk a path known,he went away,far away,Smiling… :)

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She loved them,MangoesHad one last night,And smiled,Didn’t taste like before,Without her first biteDid she make them sweet?I know she did.Its that time now,The same season,Without you ‘alphonso’

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The sounds. I hear them. Lets talk. sip on our thoughts, its cold.our converstions,Relaxed. about, my hunt,My pray, i tell you.you it is! :)and then,I tore the heart out!

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I knocked on his door. Like a gracious host he walked me right to his living room. The room was dark ‘I guess’ I couldn’t see much. A candle dipped in saucy chocolate simmered the darkness with a perfect orange glow. Was that the light? I don’t know. “The knowledge of oblivion can be intimidating and addictive. The lust for loneliness. The thrust for sensual encounters with the psychotic

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The deepest shade of red,I’m ready to take it to bed,For all those moments that I have bled,That deepest shade of red. Sleep to fly and fly to sleep,Those moments I swam within deep,Strangle the self to make me weep,Ever so long I still feel like a creep,May be I was scared and fled,I still want that deepest shade of red. A song, a rhythm, a desire,Give me the strength to

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I wrote…I wrote…and I wrote some more….. I wrote my feelings,wrote my dreams,wrote my senses,wrote all my screams,I kept on writing forever it seems. I wrote my body,wrote my skin,wrote my desires,wrote all my sins,I kept on writing the song I sing. I wrote my questions,wrote my doubts,wrote my worries,wrote all my bouts,I kept on writing my gut out. and then,I

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Kabhi kabhi yeah kyon lagta hai?Ki mein sufi ho jaoon.Dhoondhoon kaheen par khudaa ko apney,Ramtaa sa basanti jogi ho jaoon.Yeah parbat mere, waadi sab meri,Inmein kaheen mein kho jaoon.Behtaa rahoon saath uss rooh ke,Aawaara sa baadal ho jaoon.Bandhan rokein, dantein aur tokein,Kaisey inko samjhaoon?Zaat nahee koi bandhegi mujhpar,Chaoon bas khud dhaaga ho jaoon.Rahey na mera mujhmein kuchbhi,

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Naram saundee se kuch hawaoo mein,Barish ki boondon ko amber se utartey dekha,Usi barish mein sadak kinarey bastee,Ek banjaran ko ujadtey, kuch ukhadtey dekha. Uskey haathon se janmee murat ke rangon ko,Baarsih ke pheekey panee ko rangeen sa kartey dekha,Aanchal ki silvaton mein liptey uskey bacchey ka chehra,Kuch aansuon se kuch paani ki boondon se bheegtey dekha, Dekha usko aapna

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Past few days I have been stuck up with the number zero. Have been thinking about the importance of this number. Placed right between the positive and negative numerals it symbolises neutrality all by itself, both ends lying on either side. Its like the number knows the art of balancing and yet shifting to create meanings for the positive’s or negatives. Symbolised by a circle, ‘zero’ signifies

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An evening split into pieces,An hour at a time to belong,Belonging to one then to the other,A deep void inside for belonging to the self. Carrying yet dragging,To the shores of uncertain future,A gift for my imaginary humanity,My blood, my flesh, my soul. My perpetual dreams,Amalgamating with my desires,A brilliant ray of gold across the skyline,Like a brushstroke made in haste.

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Katee chatee si koi aahat,Udhaar mili thodee raahat,Hooton pe padee muskuraahat,Ek admaree si chaahat. Naram garam se kuch alfaaz,Pehney akalmandee ka libbas,Kamptee si ungaliyon mein,Kuch shaayraana andaaz. Taraashey huye kaagazon pey,Tapaktey se kinhee kono sey,Zindagee sa kuch kartey bayaan,Hotey sey yeah kuch meharbaan. Baandhey zindage potalee si,Kuch ehsaason ki

Casperbabahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16808708061538054400noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5923515145300036372.post-11529504340701972812008-03-06T22:32:00.000-08:002008-03-07T06:21:01.307-08:00

Chasing storm's he said "it feels like being alive, when you are in so much of danger".Walking on a volcano alive, he said "life's an adventure, live it."Looking into a deep stormy night he romanced with the violent winds "Its going to be very very noisy and very very violent" he flirted knowingly"AWESOME!!!!" is what he said and walked right into it.P.S - this was one of the discovery channel

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Rooko na mujhey,Paagal hoon mein,Bhar raha hai kuch zakhm,Shaayad ghaayal hoon mein,Usee jaat ki tooti si pattee mein liptaa,Sang hawaaon ke udtaa hoon mein. Katee katee si kuch batein,Kyon abb bhi chubh rahee hain mujhey?Tumharey tootey chasmein ko dekha kal phir,Wheen rakhaa hai jahaan padaa hoon mein.Kahaa tha dhoond logi agar gum gaya kaheen toh,Kahaan hoo aab? Dhoondo mujhko, gum

Casperbabahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16808708061538054400noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5923515145300036372.post-45879454295794216552008-02-25T03:11:00.000-08:002008-02-26T03:35:01.319-08:00

In search of meaning I played with the world,Travelling across the muddy roads of my thoughts,Every step made me wonder if I would make it,A soft sound of my conscious guiding with a lamp to see,I fought sometimes with myself,Defending sometimes the path that I chose to thee. Confusions so unclear within themselves,I fail to understand the questions that I seek,Untouched, unheard,

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“A happy day would have its moments of sadness too.” Yesterday was no different. A Play at Ranga shankara. An Auto Ride. A cup of black caffeine with grilled chicken sandwich. A pitcher of chilled beer. A rocker of a night at opus lounge. Right in-between was this old man! I always have had this bad habit of walking fast even if I am with friends. They usually chat up and lag behind.

Casperbabahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16808708061538054400noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5923515145300036372.post-23541806517452502012008-02-19T21:07:00.000-08:002008-02-19T22:05:48.727-08:00

Much has been said and done with the recent controversy sparked in “Mumbai” about “NORTH INDIANS” being unwelcome and targeted in the financial capital of India. I was watching NDTV while getting ready for my office this morning. A report on how a bunch of school children have written a letter to Raj Thakrey requesting him to stop dividing Mumbai and India itself, which they are couriering to the

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"Abhivyakti ki kushalshakti hi toh kalaa hai.....!!!"- Saket - Maithali Sharan Gupt"The perfection of expression is ART itself....!!!"This is the closest I could get to interpreting hindi to english keeping the thought of the writer intact in one line.

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Ek akela valientine day,Mere saath baitha hai,Naaraaz hai mujhsey,Par kuch kehney lag raha hai.Nakrey sambhaloon kaisey mein uskey?Badaa masoom dikh raha hai.Batata hai mujhko woh pyar wali batein,Thag lega mujhko bada chaalak lag rahaEk akela valentine day,Saath hi mein khada hai. Aaya hoon ek din ko,Yeah tanaa dey raha hai.Kehta hai dheeth ho kitney,Kyon ho tum aisey?

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tootey toh roye,bikraa sa hoye,hastaa khada hoon,mein zid pey adaa hoon,kyon atkee hain saansein?taney deti hain aahein,bas sunn ho raha hoon,dekho,mein gum ho raha hoon.

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lo sajaa lo toh mujhko,mein sach dikh raha hoon.khareedogey mujhko?lo mein khud bik raha hoon.sasta hoon, hansta hoon,kaheen par bhi basta hoon.yoon rasta kato na mera,mein khuda ho raha hoon.lo hatalo tum khudhee,mujhee ko hatalo,maro toh dhakka,lo sabhi shiqwe gira do.bas lafzon mein lapetee,meri inn baton ko rakh lo.kagaz ke panno mein,dabaa kar inhein dhak lo.hata lo yeah aankein,mein gum ho

Casperbabahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16808708061538054400noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5923515145300036372.post-38180715979443702842008-02-12T05:27:00.000-08:002008-02-12T05:44:05.172-08:00

guroor mein na janey hum kya kiya kartey hain,ghar ki deewaron ke paar rishtey tatola kartey hain,ghatey se, phatey se, ghistey se jiya kartey hain,girtey giratey, phir bhi har baar uthtey woh haath raha waheen kartey hain.kattha hai ghar har jakhm par, deewarein choya kartey hain,libaas odhey har gumaan ka khudhee ko thapeda kartey hain,uudh jayeingey har baadal ke paar, yehi umeed udaya kartey

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Subah ki pehli kiran ka meri aankon ke darwazey par dastak.Aaj ka ujaala bhi kuch accha hoga, accha hi hoga na?Phir daudtey se log dikney lageingey, phir koi naya silsila hoga.Bichaa doonga taat sa khud ko phir sabkey saamney,Phir shaayad kisi mathey ka ghar mera kaandha hoga. Pichlee raat phir kinhi jabzbaaton ko udhela kisi ne mujhpar,Sochta hoon uska ujaala aaj kaisa hoga? Dua hai

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From the moment I turn on the ignition of a car I am transcended into another world. The sound of a running engine is fascinating every single time I take on the wheels. A good habit nurtured since my early days of driving is to wear a seat belt. It’s like the belt hugs you tenderly besides the seat reassuring safety. It’s a nice cosy feeling for me. First few seconds inside a car just before the

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Dhoondhta hoon khuda aapna, khuda mein tere.Chodh raha hoon koi chingari daaman mein tere.Jaanta hoon shab jal rahi hai koi rahon mein mere.Dekh gaur se,Kaheen khuda ne mere khuda tera jalaaya na ho! Khuda kaun hai tera? Kaun khuda hai mera?kahaan hai khuda tera? Kaheen hai khuda mera.Khuda kyon hai tera? Khuda bhi kuch yoon hai mera.Hansta hai kyon phir tu mujhpar?Jab khuda hi tera

Casperbabahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16808708061538054400noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5923515145300036372.post-85784578344667494482007-12-26T00:15:00.000-08:002007-12-26T00:32:49.159-08:00

An interesting conversation struck with one of my senior colleagues yesterday. Almost like Santa he gifted me this phenomenon and called it the ‘Aaaha moment’. The conversation took a spiritually realistic path where we discussed topics from carrier, books, philosophy to religion. Surely the beer also acted as a catalyst to the conversation. The ‘Aaha moment’ an interesting term coined for

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Aab phir kuch naya basar ho raha hai,Kalam ki siyahi mein mera ghar ho raha hai,Kheench raha hoon zindagi ko kuch lakeeron mein,Khud ko talashoon kaheen yeah hunar ho raha hai. Khoya tha kab se kisi saundhi si yaad mein,Kuch dekh sun kar aab unko rehguzar ho raha hai,Chal pada hoon rastey ko aapney,Na janey kyon aab haqeeqkat ka asar ho raha hai. Chedo na mujhko kaheen meri

Casperbabahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16808708061538054400noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5923515145300036372.post-59573648523445930842007-12-23T21:32:00.000-08:002007-12-23T21:48:49.069-08:00

Kuch rishtey kyon bayaan nahin hotey?Kuch haalat kyon gawah nahin hotey?Rehtey hain chup ke chup chaap jazbaton key kisi koney mein.Kyon kuch saath rakhey lafzon ke maeeney nahin hotey? Sochta hoon kabhi, kabhi dhoondhta bhi hoon.Na janey kyon in khayalon se mein ladta bhi hoon?Samjheingey nahin dost mere is manzar ko.Sach hai yeah ki kuch chehron ke aeeney nahin hotey. Sochta hoon

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Lamhon se bandhey rishtey.Khamosh se chaley atey hain.Sambhalo jo lutf se inko..Bebas sa kar jatey hain. Lamhein jo kharchey kinhee par.Bharosa sa bandhaa jatey hain.Aur rishta jo tang gaya unpar.Muskurahtein thamaa jatey hain. En lamhon se rishtey hain.Ya phir rishton se lamhein.Jo bhi ho rishta inmein.Bas zanjeeron mein jakad jatey hain. Rishta jo toota kaheen par.Lamhaat

Casperbabahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16808708061538054400noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5923515145300036372.post-60316729818830838232007-12-23T21:29:00.000-08:002007-12-23T21:30:52.851-08:00

Meri zindagi ka pyaala khali sa lag raha hai,Dekho toh jhaanko ismey aadha khuda bharaa hai,Aadha hai phir bhi khaali,Na janey kya dhoondta hai? Bebas sa dhoo raha hoon,Aansoon sa pee raha hoon,Churaya jo khud ko khud se,Naaraaz sa khada hai,Simtaa sa bas pada hai. Poochtey hain dost mujhse,Tu yeah kyon ho raha hai,Gumtee si manzilon ko,Zidee sa dhoondta hain,Kehta hoon hans

Casperbabahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16808708061538054400noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5923515145300036372.post-16803768437733636862007-12-10T03:06:00.000-08:002007-12-10T03:26:07.049-08:00

Ek jakdi si aahat par aaj phir koi khwaab toota hai,Tanhayee ne bhi aaj anjaney mein tera ehsaas chuaa hai.Ishq huaa hai aaj phir iss kaafir ko,Madeena hai door lekin mujhey khuda mahsoos huaa hai.

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Hey cupid,Don’t come walking up my floor,It’s a dark and gloomy hallway,I am scared you wouldn’t like me no more,Hey cupid.Give me some more time to be alone,I am still fighting. To find my wings again and sore. You met me on a busy night,Heads floating around everywhere,Didn’t give me any clue you had something up your mind,Came around so quietly.Won that night so cunningly, Made

Casperbabahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16808708061538054400noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5923515145300036372.post-56587568195368219472007-12-04T06:28:00.000-08:002007-12-04T07:29:51.190-08:00

Of all the places I have been to in the short time I have lived…I have realized ..."sometimes the path to the places you want to be, is more tempting than the place itself."So, may be that's why I need to keep on getting tempted and keep on walking till someday when unexpectedly I would bump into myself.... That unexpected moment of knowledge can create the illusion of bliss and sanity for a very

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A strange feeling grips tight, A clutched breath, Enough to spare a moment, A Guilt ridden soul, Heavy to carry along, Few moments dropped in the past, Floating numb so effortlessly, Could I pick them up? Upon your doubted wish, Painfully sweet moments, Slipped away into resentment, Ready to collect them back, Upon your doubted wish, Would you smile again? For those moments die to

Casperbabahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16808708061538054400noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5923515145300036372.post-56898326885718961732007-11-10T10:28:00.001-08:002007-11-10T10:30:12.272-08:00

Random thoughts wrestling for a conclusive answer…. Is this match fixed too??

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It’s strange to notice the organic and random growth of feelings in a human as the time begins to leave with every second at a time. Like footprints imprinted in memories you begin to notice interesting patterns that it made all along its way. The patterns of feelings. It’s a random growth almost like an amoeba but gets defined slowly and gradually. I noticed a strange pattern here

Casperbabahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16808708061538054400noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5923515145300036372.post-5494338982450340522007-11-07T01:18:00.000-08:002007-12-06T03:58:16.299-08:00

The smile on the breaking dawn,Hugged by the tender warmth of the sun,The night just passed away,Giving way to a new day,Thought the darkness was warm,Too warm that I wanted to cling on,But the fragrance was perhaps too strong,The fragrance of the decisive new day,I knew I had to walk on and so I did,To a new beginning I wiped of the tired dreams off my eyes,To notice they were there still asleep

Casperbabahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16808708061538054400noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5923515145300036372.post-65382504637894339792007-10-16T22:17:00.000-07:002007-10-16T22:51:44.888-07:00

Strange is everything happening?Stranger yet it feels,An honest reply to a dishonest question,A lullaby sung to wake me,That day I saw a strange thing,I saw a cup on the table,I saw,A cup full of my soul. Driven by desire,I couldn’t really see,I picked up that cup,And saw it stare back at me,I thought I could face myself,Succumbing to truth.That day I saw a lie dying,It

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Can I be obsessive? Can I be impulsive? Can I be a gladiator of my own thoughts? Can I paint a sky of my own? Can I swim in the ocean of that enchanted high? Can I be and still not be at all? Can I hunt my life and gift it to death? Can I float, detached, over my feelings? Can I be a winner and yet loose it all? Can I fight all the answers themselves?Or, Can I

Casperbabahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16808708061538054400noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5923515145300036372.post-33781803163325283922007-09-09T22:10:00.000-07:002007-09-09T22:16:58.275-07:00

That day I wrote a symphony. A symphony of thoughts. The symphony of the echo’s I heard. The echo’s, I chose to stay away from. But echo’s are suppose to come back. Come back, A few times before they perish in the deep space of silence. Echo’s, the reminders, Of the sounds they carried away.

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Who dard ka noor,jo chaand ki thali mein prosa tha tumney.Who hijra ki bandish,Jo ishq ki kalahi par taang di thi tumney.Who akeli si kaayenaat,Jo chupchaap, mere khwaabon mein aakar todh di thi tumney.Usi kaayenaat ke tukdey bikhrey se,Jo tanhaee mein baitha bunta hoon,Usi hijra ki daali par jhoolta hoon,Usi chand ke noor ho ambar ki gehrayi mein dhoondta hoon,Saudaee hoon mein,Beemar hoon,

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All my life, I have been nothing else but a lair, a cheat, a pretender, a dishonest person. Past 6 years of my life, I have met and interacted with different kinds of people. I have shared different kind of relationship with every different person. I have had buried a lot of secrets which belong to others, within me. But the one thing that remains common with everyone is the “trust” or the “faith

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she's been an acquaintance for a long time.She's sweet, caring, genuin, honest, innocent, talented.she's the ideal girl. I realised all this during the short time we worked together.But one thing i never realised was how beautifull she is.I never realised the purity of her beauty. THOSE EYES!Few lines, I couldn't help myself but scribble:Aisa laga ki aap se nazarein ulajh gayeen,Anjaney mein iss

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My friends have always asked me about my obsession with this word “feel”. The uncontrolled use of this word in almost every statement that I utter. Some statements that are as random and obnoxious to a normal human mind like “kaney ka feel aa gaya!!” or “feel diya hai bhai ney”. These statements might sound too far fetched for the grey areas of understanding and deriving conclusive understanding

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today i was just fooling around on you tube.... trying to figure out some videos from Scorpions... scrolling through the never ending lists of the videos i came across this gentle face on the scroll window... and the title said "flawed design"..... intuitively yet apprehensive about my acceptance to something new i clicked on the song to buffer up.... something inside me said i might like this

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Aaj phir se meiney kalam uthaaya hai, Zang lagi meri inn ungliyon ne, Phir ek nagmaa sunaaya hai, Dil ke aahatey par kyon hui phir koi dastak? Tere dard ne bey-parvaah hokar kyon, Aaj phir mujhey neend se jagaaya hai.

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Ek chota sa kushiyon ka sheher, Jahaan mein kabhi rehta tha. Hansti muskurati wadiyon par , Befikr sa who chupchaap behta tha. Beh gaya hai kyon, Who lamha bhi saath uskey. Who lamha! Jab mein tere aagosh ke saaye mein rehta tha.

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