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Lavz panah ho, junoon mein aisa karar nahin bechain sadma ho bheege fariyaad ummeedon se bhari lehron ki kurbaani kabhi mausam ko poochke  to dekho kya baarish sirf rulaata hai                                     chupaata kuchh bhi nahin?? Panna panna bhar doon tere naam yeh begaana dil ka bhi kya paagalpan hai zara mehsoos toh karoon qhwaishein dil ki hazaaron varna zamaana bhi poochega waqt ki rachna mein tumne apne aap ko hi bhool baithe? Jab bhi dekhta hoon tumhe                                                  nazrein jhuk jaati hai apne aap                         jab bhi dekhta hoon tumhe nazrein jhuk jaati hai apne aap faislakarne ka bhi mouka nahin deta yeh dil ke kitne umangon ke sa...

Sunday, June 7, 2009 A Moment’s fortune I was standing near the platform when I happened to look up. Something made me look around, though I knew not what. The day was sultry and I had no energy to keep myself perpendicular.Occasional comments on the government’s careless policies added to my impatience.  I gazed at the watch. My brother had given it to me on my birthday. ‘Had’….. the word cut an incision.  I was asleep till 8 that day, quite unusual for an early riser like me. A knock on the door had woke me up. As I rubbed my eyes, I saw my brother holding a gift. I stood wondering when he hugged me with a ‘Happy Birthday’. I had already forgotten that the day was wearing a pleasant smile on its face only for me. He opened the wrapper and presently hold a box. A watch. A crystal watch with a pinkish tinge. Quartz!! I was longing to get, for long. God had answered my prayers. But little had I realized that He had made a bargain that day, for my brother...

There's nothing more atrocious than

I cloud myself with the shadow of dreams My voice no longer heard. The night sky resolves to break my trance I long to free my bird.                                         My bird is caged in my inward self That hears none but truth I forgive my Past and live the Now             And grow myself anew. The bird within, flaps its wings With vigour more than once I cuddle my soul in my bosom's crest For fear that I might chance                                           So long a breath I draw to me My future's long drawn drone I bedeck myself with solitude's crown My love in me forlorn. To seek Thy Blessings from far above   I rise myself anew Gifted a I- my birth sweet chance My love is breath and dew. I glory my being in Thy ne...

The students need not worry if they get a zero, now that CBSE has declared that there should be no failure till standard 8. Matter has no shape till we give it, and so does action, till we term it. The modern education system is looking for something solid, of substance, and doing away with the rote learning is a wonderful option if the current CCE system is to be considered. The lawful verdict on the live-in relationships is another point that is similarly treating the youth.Those looking forward to live-in  relationships must see that they do nothing to spoil their image in the society. 'Do Nothing'?  Mind you, antithesis is not what we are looking into. Their relationship has no value unless there is nothing solid in it, viz., trust, faith,mutual understanding and acceptance.How can Nothing be attributed with a quality when it doesn't have any? The relative world is a juxtaposition of the opposites, of the contradictions which the mind can take in. 'Nothing...

There was nothing happening  since morning when all of a sudden I felt ripples in the nerves. 'August Rush'.......  I remember the movie where the child creates his own music listening and hearing, hearing  and listening to the beat of the drums, the tapping of the foot, the flapping of the wings, the dribbling of the basket ball, all in consensus giving rise to systematic patterns of beats and rhythms. A thud on the floor,a bang on the desk, the slamming of the door, the ringing of the bell sounded like a cacophony in my mind when I was relieved after the first period. What am I going to do with these class 9 brats, known for their skills in everything odd and ugly yet nourishing a secret desire to stand out of the lot making a world of difference in their lives?.  I had already planned my composition but they wanted to play their own music all the time, irrespective of the fact whether they were playing the right key or not. As I climbed up the stairs after lun...

Was in no mood to start from home that day. The grey sky was an exact replica of my mind's pattern. Clouds of gloom, fear, uncertainty, darkened the nature without and within as well. Thank God, my sister was there. Starting at 6pm we reached Howrah at 1:30a.m. Yatri Nivas had no place for us. Givn the situation we were in, we decided to take a seat nearby. God saw to it that we had a seat for us as well as our luggage. My sister was vigilant and kept me awake with frequent cups of tea which disappeared in the thorny fringes of the Pepsi lines that had already inflammed the hungry stomach. Waiting was boring, tiring. We were sure we wore a pathetic look. We felt we were the ones thrust into sombreness, but we were lucky as there were people around. Some were snoring with their elaborate selves on the platform, quite decorative with their bedsheets and pillows, some awake like us, two beauties waking up to glory carrying away their sleep to extraordinary levels of dreamland, s...