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This blog is dedicated to the most critical factors of my existence and being, my parents and my sisters..especially to my younger one..thanks for everything Dolls..



I have not even attempted to put in words what i hold deep in my soul and existence for ONE MAN to whom i owe it all.. though i was born out of my mother's womb, my psychological and spiritual birth's fountainhead lies in him .. my FATHER - my God, my strength, my reason of existence... my alpha and my omega...

Friday, May 23, 2014

the role reversal

she was calm like the mountain
he, the ocean
roaring and soaring high

people looked at them and smiled
she, the calm and steady
he, the loud and thunderous
the mountain in that ocean looked beautiful...like a paradise

then,

there was a tectonic movement
under the current of the ocean
and in the centre of the mountain

the ocean rose in the form of mountain
and the mountain broke into ocean

Now,

he was the calm and steady mountain
she, the roaring and soaring sea
her eyes blood shot
her temperament out of control
edgy, anxious like a tumultuous wave

they looked at them and wondered what happened
how did the steady mountain become such a disturbed ocean

what they did not know was that-

once upon a time there was a tectonic movement under the crest of both

she gave up her steady energy to him
he became calm
she .........

today,
she looks at this steady mountain
her disturbed waves begging and crashing against his feet

oh how she remembers

once upon a time
she was this steady mountain

Monday, May 12, 2014

main pal do pal ka shayar hoon....

main pal do pal ka shayar hoon
pal do pal meri kahani hai
pal do pal meri hasti hai
pal do pal meri jawani hai




mujhse pehle kitne shayar
aaye aur aake chale gaye


woh bhi ek pal ke kissa the
main bhi ek pal ka kissa hoon




kal aur aayenge nagmo ki khilti chunle wale
mujshe behtar kehne wale
tumse behtar sunane wale..




kal koi mujhko koi yaad kare
kyun koi mujkp yaad kare
mushroof zamana mere liye kyun waqt koi apna barbad kare....








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I am a story and poem of very short time, why should I expect anybody to remember me tomorrow.



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