उंगलिया यो ना सब पर उठाया करो, ख़र्च करने से पहले कमाया करो। जिंदगी क्या है खुद ही समझ जाओगे, बारिश में कभी पतंग उड़ाया करो।
Sitting on the couch,looking at her somehow made me realize,it will be my last encounter with her. Back in 2013 winters in her apartment, I saw her the last time. I never saw her in spects before that evening. In her loose green tee-shirt and black pajamas, she went into the kitchen, started stirring the coffee with luke warm water.
She kept on talking all the while, sometimes about our college, or future plans..at times laughing at her own puns. The kitchen curtain was gracious enough to part just a little, for me, to witness her charm. Some song was playing on radio, and she was casually matching her steps to its tune, and the song continued...
B.Tech, watching ' Dr House' series, debating over politics, partying all night preparing for group D exams, while trying to hit on way out of league girls.. Well, that's a common Indian engineer for you.
A beautiful poem worth sharing
I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.
Oh plunge me deep in love—put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.
Agr aap kisi se bhot pyar krte ho,,, or aapka frnd circle bhot km h,,,,but aap Job krna chahte Ho,,, toh kya thode tm K liye,, aapko unse detach ho jana chahiye... Situation ye h k aapko drr lgta h,,khi uski marriage khi or fix ho jaye,, ya vo khi or chle jaye? Plzz genuine reply
sometimes people only come to you when they need you. and that’s okay. let it go. let them in. it takes the same effort to be calculative as it is to be helpful. so why choose to ruin yourself when you can grow from it ?
Tomorrow is monday.... Wahh.. I'm so happy! 😐
Samandar ne mujhe pyaasa hi rakha... Main jab sahra mein thaa pyaasa nahin thaa. https://youtu.be/CiiI5_HYzxs
Ye duniya ye mehfil.. Mere kaam ki nhi. 🎵
It is a common fate--a woman's lot--
To waste on one the riches of her soul,
Who takes the wealth she gives him, but cannot
Repay the interest, and much less the whole.
An Anonymous Quest: Once upon a time, I had a dream...I was walking on a lonesome lane, snowflakes around and the mist. It was dark and the birds were enjoying the warmth of their nest, amid the melody of silence I got passed the white leaves quivering in the chill of the night when I entered a garden, a garden of secrets, a garden of lies...Lies that tempted me to accept them as truth. Aroma of roses, black roses they were sparkling and elegant, welcomed me with their presence. A tender voice it was, the voice of that tranquil rose, expressed her wish to be mine and I separated it from her life. It smiled and gestured me that the aim of her life is now fulfilled as it is adorning my hand lying there cold and dead but sparkled beauty. I looked at other flowers and they were saying a good-bye... a farewell to me, a farewell to that rose. I looked around and gradually the garden faded away into nothing. It was gone, gone were its flowers. I was standing there all alone knowing not what to do, where to go, whom to call...I was still wondering when I saw a young lady with indescribable beauty, sitting alone by a white frozen brook and the sky turned green. She looked at me , her eyes heavy and bright. With snowy white flood like hair and lips like a blooming bud of red rose she gradually levitated and with an unearthly soothing voice called out my name. Mesmerized I was oh I had no choice for it was divinity-in-form, calling me. I walked to her and stood there for sometime, speechless. I asked in my mind who she was. With a celestial voice and waving presence, she spoke " I am the moon, the separated diamond of your earth. Oh the earth, called me with all its beauty and charm, made me descend from my abode, the space where I dwell, alone and silent. I want to merge into this lake but oh...today its frozen. Look into my eyes, do you feel the sorrow, do you see the misfortune and the agony! People look at me and forget my existence, oh who cares looking into the sky...Now that I descended, I don't want to go... I wish to be here for eternity, a place full of life and laughter. But I am cursed, I am cursed to return to my dark arid abode. How can I forget, for the world I have to shine. It was I who called you into this dream...Live it, remember it. I wanted someone to listen to me, to look at me and never forget. I want to reside in someone's memory, in someone's heart. Always remember, I am life, I am beauty, I am love.....and I too have a dream..." Saying this she looked around as if absorbing every possible thing into her heart, as if extracting the joy from everything to give her warmth of memory when she returns to her life... She looked at me tenderly, then with grave cold eyes looked into the sky. Her expressions became serious and spreading her arms wide, she levitated high towards the sky with a shriek and dazzle..... Today, after 50 years of that dream I still wait for her, sitting by a brook in the night beside a garden. But Oh everything is there but her.Every night, I waited, with a false irrational hope, that she might descend again into this world and call out my name...But may be it all ended with that dream, with that one night... though her wish came true. She still resides in my heart, in my mind. Today, sitting under a tree, when I looked at her, there she was, in the dark sky, making the night look beautiful, I decided one thing.. Now that I am awake, let me take a pen and in this night, under her light.... Let me write...Let me write a tale about my endless quest for a beauty which was captured once upon a time by my fortunate eyes (Wrote this 6 yrs ago..)
Kaato ki Takar... Ya Kato se Takkar .Samay Badal Raha hai😁 Bjp Vs Congress
Lost in mist...
The mind never lets your soul to dilute itself into the ordinary white haze. It keeps collecting.But collecting what? Collecting threads that keep binding you to lock you up within the contour.
And what are these threads exactly?
These threads are parts of your obscure memories.Memories teaching you that you want to be noticed by someone.That you want to feel present in the reflection of someone else.That you need pain and at the same time happiness to coalesce into your prerogative of survival.Memory that propels you to engage yourself in injustice just to seek justice.These captivating threads keep weaving at the back of your mind just for the sole purpose of protecting yourself from being lost.Lost in the mist. These threads keep instructing you to want more,achieve more,retain more,gain more.But what if the whole purpose of gaining was to lose one day. To lose all attachments. To lose the intuition that you are a part of something and without having clinged to something,you will lose existence.But what if the whole meaning of existence lies in losing it?
"Maybe, The fault is not in us,
Maybe, The fault is just in our stars"
"Aap bas dekhte hi jaiye, Vo toh hoga hi jo hona hi hai, Aur vo bhi jo hona tha hi nahiñ, Aur vo bhi jo socha tha hi nahiñ !! Aap bas maikade pe aaiye, Aur lijiye sun jo kabhi suna hi nahiñ, Aur vo jo tha kaha hi nahiñ, Aur vo bhi jo tha likha hi nahiñ, Aap bas dekhte hi jaiye!! Aap mehfil meiñ aa toh jaiye, Fir dekhiye vo vo jo bas meiñ tha hi nahiñ, Aur vo jo tha pata hi nahiñ, Aur vo bhi jo sach meiñ tha hi nahiñ, Aur vo vo jo likh maiñ paaya nahiñ, Aap mahaul toh banaiye, Meri darkhast hai ki aaiye, Aur ishq ghooñt ghooñt karke pijiye, Arey janab saañs toh lijiye, Ye ishq hai is-sa zahar bana hi nahiñ, Maiñ bakta raha par aapne suna hi nahiñ, Ab jaiye baki bhi kuch raha hi nahiñ, Aap bas dekhte hi jaiye, Ye ishq hai ye jaan le ke jayega, Ye ishq hai is-sa zahar bana hi nahiñ !"
Lonely.. Always were, still am.
Sometimes.. It's still hard to breathe, without you.