Kuch yu chal nikla main..

kuch yu chal nikla us rah pr main,
jiska mujhe andaza na tha,
bas tera bharosa teri umeed thi mujhe,
warna samya ka bhi accha koi irada na tha..

fir ek pathar se thokar khai mene,
fir dard se aankhe bhigai mene,
kamzor tha bhale hi badan mera,
man me hosle lekin kathin pale mene..

na jaane kab bhatak gya rah se apni,
bhul bhuliya si pagdandiyo me,
umeed bhi kya chodta jab tak jinda tha,
ek nayi rah khud bana li apni..

nahi koi aam insaan main,
mujhme ladne ka ek junoon hai,
gir gir ke bhi uthna aata hai mujhko,
jeena seekha hai mehnat ke sukoon me..

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World outside the window

Sitting near the window of my hotel room, I could see the full moon shining bright in the cold mountain night. Must be around 10 or 11 degrees. I could feel the light breeze on my face. Just looking outside the window, it was beautiful, even in the night. A silent full moon night high up in mountains could be so beautiful and soothing. I felt like my mind was empty of all thoughts. Like naturally meditating with eyes wide open and looking out into silhouette of huge mountains, like staring into wast spread of nothingness. I could see tiny lights twinkling on small buildings spread across the small town near Shimla, India. Sometimes when i came to senses, a sudden flood of thoughts streaming through the brain. How much we(humans) have progressed. How much nature had paid for our actions. Constantly digging the heart of mountain to make clearings for agriculture and buildings. Yet, nature is forgiving and let us be in peace. Peace, which is perhaps pet word of my ...

Bachpan ki yaadein

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The fear of a boy

He is looking some shy these days, Trying to say something but why can't he say ? and what is it ? And to Whom he want to say all this ? Well soon everyone will know, Whats going on in the mind of the Boy.... Why it is so difficult for me, why i can't speak out this, i just try to say but everytime i slip to some other topic, Why is this happening to me, its just a month ago we used to talk friendly and easily so why not now ? Oh God ! this all will definitely make me crazy. well ! now it is decided am gonna say this time. Next day in the school classroom ...

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