कौन हूँ मैं

आज न जाने क्यों मुझे, खुद के ही वजूत की तलाश है, कुछ सवाल पूछने हैं मुझे , क्या समय आपके पास है, कभी अजन्मी हूँ मैं, चूम ही न सकी जीवन को , आती तो वजूत पा ही जाती, ऐसा पूर्ण विश्वास है, जीवन के चक्रव्यूह में, जो आयी भी ,तो न समझ सकी, … Continue reading कौन हूँ मैं →

World of words

".....But the human tongue is a beast that few can master". The beauty of words lie in their appropriate use. What miraculous strength do they possess, Constructive and destructive both. Chose your words Words of wise educate you, words of parents nurture you, words of friends soothe you, words of great men boost yoų, words … Continue reading World of words →

Poetry powers me

Poetry, a unique art, is ordering of words,A poet's muse, his smiles, his pain unheard,His thoughts , and echo of his heart,Poetry is his solace, not just a piece of art,His pen racing with his thoughts,Whether making sense to the world ,It's his experience of his truth of being,Why expect everytime pearls in string,Sometimes may … Continue reading Poetry powers me →

बारिश

बारिशें होने लगी आज फिर , फिर समां सा बंधने लगा, सब ख्यालों को विराम दीजिये, पकोड़ो पर ध्यान दीजिए, चाय की चुस्कियों के साथ थोड़ा गपशप भी दर्ज कीजिये यादों के बटवे को खोल कर, खुशियों की रेजगारी खर्च कीजिये हर बून्द जब मिट्टी से टकराये मिट्टी कुछ यूं शरमाये चिपक सी बस आपस … Continue reading बारिश →

Balance

Growing big we were always taught by our elders to balance words before we speak. Once spoken they can not be swallowed back, they modulate with air and transmit . They attain eternity, and their impression is indelible,. So , balancing ,as an important aspect with due prospect, was always infused in us . How … Continue reading Balance →

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