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Quite an eventful week. Watched Agneepath. Apart from that, no respite from worldly tasks. I am trying to take out 15 minutes every morning for this section. This is an attempt to gauge the feasibility.

Nadaan dil sabb kuch paana chahta hai,
waqt ke panno se akele bhidna chahta hai,
kitabi keeda almaaria ulatna chahta hai,
shayar ye deewana kalam ka saath chahta hai,
kya kahen janaab, bas khwabon ka sahara hai,
rozmarra ki zindagi me uljha dil bechaara hai.

5 mins to type, 5 mins for the pic. Works, I guess. πŸ™‚ I do not know what this conveys, but rhymes well πŸ˜›

Image courtesy : http://www.artgalleryimage.net



This is the post in the category I was thinking of adding to the blog since a long time. We have a forum amongst our college buddies called the Sher-o-shayari mutual admiration club. I am a regular contributor there and always thought that I should have a backup of my posts there……plus this also serves as a quick way to post regularly. Also being a closed group – iss nacheez ke nagme aam avaam tak nahin pahunch paate (which some of my friends say is a boon πŸ˜› ) par aaj saare procrastination nu chhad ke assi ithe post kar ditha hai – this is gonna be a regular feature now – enjoy the sanki shayari (which cures the best cases of insomnia) – from the incorrigible Kamikaze }:)

lakh samjhaye dil ko…………….
ye aetbaar karna chahta hai
bawara iss bawandar mein bhi
tumhe hum qadam chahta hai
qismat ki kagar par bairi
yaqeen se chalna chahta hai
azmaane do aaj zamaane ko bhi humein…………..
dil bhi aaj behkna chahta hai,
zindagi ko apni sharton par
befiqar jeena chahta hai………
zindagi ko apni sharton par
befiqar jeena chahta hai………

You guessed it right……Kamikaze is highly inspired by Swanand Kirkire’s writings. πŸ˜€



the first raindrop falls
on my face, gently rolls
dissolving all the worries
that the future carries
like the wind thoughts flow
in the sky, self assured
tranquil,
the pristine white clouds glow
resurgence,since long allured!
rainbow beckons,
as the mind reckons,
it longs to live, to dream,
to get drenched
in the mellow Shravan rain....
in the distance, at the horizon,
shiny silver beams, crackle
a mystic smile spreads,eyes sparkle -
as unto solitary dark clouds, lightning engulfs!

Poems are the best way to break the writer’s block………there’s definitely a crack in theΒ block now……. πŸ˜‰



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