A lonely woman near a window,
looks after the sun under the shadow.
Her whisper becomes a cloud.
A cloud painted into the sky,
created by the hand of God,
designed by my mind.
A beautiful woman is a wind,
which touches deeply my eyes.
Dadi maa tussi kithe tur paye..
Tussi boht yaad aunde ho...
Mai jandi haa ki tussi mere aas pass hi haige..
Par nazar nahi aaunde ho....
Mai twanu mehsoos kar sakni aa
Par Milan nu jee karda haiga..
Har vele bus twanu hi yaad karni aa
Tey twadi yaad ich rauni aa...
Tussi vapas kyo ni aa sak.... Read More
Chicken or egg - what came first?
Can't find an answer that will quench my thirst.
“Of course,” said the chicken, “it was me.
Without me, how could the egg ever be?”
This question goes round, and round and round,
But to most, the answer is never found!
For without the chicken can an egg be laid?
“And how could there be a chicken without me?” the egg said.
This question was asked but found no answer for years….... Read More
और कहा जाता है कि ज़िन्दगी में जो भी होता है कहीं न कहीं उसमे उस ख़ुदा की मर्ज़ी होती,आज मैं एक ऐसे दोस्त की बात कर रहा हूँ जिसकी उम्मीद हमने शायद सपने में भी न किया था,आज मैं उस भगवान का तहे दिल से सुक्र गुजार हूँ जिसने मुझे मोती से अनमोल,हिरे से कीमती दोस्त दिया, एक ऐसा दोस्त जिसकी तुलना आज के इ.... Read More
embrace the beauty of nature by creating some kind...........
generous...........
benevolent..............
compassionate.......
gentle.........
amiable.......
pulchritudinous....
Splendiferus...............
considerate..................
empathetic........................ Read More
Fir vahi shaam vahi GAm
Vahi tanhai hai
Meri usse bhi ab aashnai hai
Tujhse Milne ki bhi ab manai hai
Thhokare khud se hi
Hamne ab khai hai
Aag khud se n lagi
Ye hamne hi lagai hai
Fir vahi shaam............
Hasrate meri fir se ubhar aai hai.... Read More
हमें गर्व है अपनी माटी पर
जहां शूरवीरों ने ही जन्म लिया
और आजादी की खातिर ही
उन वीरों ने संघर्ष किया
देश प्रेम उनके खून में था
अपने खून से माटी को तिलक किया
और फांसी को आजादी का
भोग समझकर ग्रहण किया
जहां कृष्ण भक्ति में मीरा ने
जहर का प्याला ग्रहण किया.... Read More
Love is like a string of dreams.
It is all empty when awaken.
Perhaps I was born to be that much sentimental.
Thus, I am teased by love.
The dream we are chasing after, is vanished as time pass by.
We comprehend that love is out of our control completely,
only when we awaken.
I longed for flying high up to the sky,
and I was so much impulsive at the beginning.
If I still think of you someday,.... Read More