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People write diaries. Their diaries describe their personality. I write on my blog. It describes me way too well. :D
My writing takes me places my mind never wanted to go
Everyone writes. From the ink of their thoughts, by the pen of their mind on the page of their face. Everyone writes.I love to write. It is a passion; a compulsion; something that gives me an avenue to express myself. I write when I am happy; when I am sad or when an issue touches my heart. I find inspiration to write in every aspect of life.
This blog is dedicated to anything and everything that fills my thoughts and occupies cranial space

Sunday, January 26, 2014

When ignorance is bliss

When ignorance is bliss,
‘Tis folly to be wise.
When rationality is rare,
‘Tis sinful to raise one’s voice.

Where tolerance is extinct,
‘Tis a futile try to reason.
Where masses are blind,
‘Tis fruitless to have a vision.
When darkness is sovereign,
‘Tis useless to follow the light.
When apathy prevails,
‘Tis arduous to end the plight.

Where murderers are hailed,
‘Tis effete to long for peace.
Where barbarians reign,
‘Tis illusive to live with ease.

When bullets speak,
‘Tis difficult to hold a pen.
When terrorism rules,
‘Tis rare to hear a good omen.

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Han Ab Main Bada Ho Gaya Hu

Is shahar ki bhaag daud me aa to gea hu par aage kya krna hai kuch pta nhi hai
Khud kamane to lga hu par in paiso ka krna kya hai kuch pta nhi hai
Khush to boht hu yhaan aa ke par phir bhi kabhi kabhi raat ko bistar par akele lete ghar ki yaad to aa hi jati hai
Hostel ka takia mulayam to hai but maa ke godh wala sukh nhi hai
Yahaan aakar aatam nirbhar ban to gea hu par phir bhi har kadam pe pita g ka saath hona yaad aata hai
Mandir gurudware to bahut hai par dadi ke aashirwaad ki baat hi kuch aur hai
Dost to bahut hai jo jaan tk dede par wo bachpan ke dost kuch aur hai
Khaane ko bahut kuch hai but maa ke hath ke khane ki baat kuch aur hi hai
Ghar se chala tha to ek tarfa ticket krwai thi wapsi ki ticket ka kuch pta hi nhi hai
Paiso ki daud me paise to aa gaye hai par wo chothi khushian khaan reh gayi hai kuch pta nhi chla
Aj bhi kisi dost ko ghar jate dekhta hu to sochta hu ke ticket ghar ki mai bhi krwa lu
Ghar jaane wali relgaadi me main bhi beth jau par is shahar ki chaka chaund me agle hi pal wo khyaal bhi dur jati hui relgaadi ke saath khatam ho jata hai
Meri performance se mera boss to khush hai par gharwaale sochte hai ki mai unse dur ho gea hu,
Kyunki Shayad mai bda ho gea hu
Ab aise lgta hai ki
Wo din kuch aur the
Tab main bacha tha
Ab din wo nhi hai
Han Ab mai bda ho gea hu