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Hall of Life: November 2011
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Monday, November 7, 2011. The Heart in response to Despair. Scared of the new he did not move on,. Looking back on what was long gone. The chasm of despair was wide enough,. Dark and deep, pulsating and painful. The abyss of fear had its own echo. Trying to drown the sound of that soft tinkle,. And the eyes would now and then wrinkle. But on the morrow or days after,. The sun will warm every corner. Leaves will struggle and shoot to new life. And one dark corner will be a room long unvisited. गुलदस...
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Hall of Life: September 2011
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Monday, September 5, 2011. Imeless melodies enthralling,. Umming hearts and many ears,. Ngaging in a conversation that is beyond words. Hythms of love, life, laughter, loneliness in random order or,. Rranged and always aloud. Emanded or dictated by moody denizens of a well known red abode. N house juggler on the call, and the show is on,but. Nly for the love of music, memories and mellow musings. Written on 4th September, 2011. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Fellow of IIM A. Write occasionally. Let Me Be Me.
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Hall of Life: Glittering and Gritty
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Saturday, August 18, 2012. Every beat of the drum,. Every note of the shennai,. Brought tears to his eyes. Yet he kept on playing,. Longing to go back in time. Clutched tightly between his fingers,. Like grains of sand. The time when every moment was celebrated,. The breaking of dawn,. The last light of day and closing of gates. Birth of a new life,. Victory over old foes. New ends.old beginnings. The age of innocence. Now there are just two of them,. Keeping the tradition alive. Relic of the past. Kaash...
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Hall of Life: April 2012
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Friday, April 13, 2012. Then we will talk. The colour of my skin. The language I speak. The way I eat food. How much I make or giveaway. To whom I bow my head or raise my hands to. When it all does not matter. When you look at me and only me. Written on 13th April, 2012. The blog completes its three years this 19th. Thank you for reading and appreciating. Till next time. Happy Baisakhi and all the Happy New Years! Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Fellow of IIM A. Write occasionally. View my complete profile.
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Hall of Life: February 2013
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Friday, February 1, 2013. सर्दी में माँ की शाल याद आती है. सर्दी में माँ की शाल याद आती है. वोह पतली सी. हरे रंग की,. कुछ रंग बिरंगी फूल बने थे. कबसे लिपटे थे वोह उन कर्मठ कंधो पर।. माचिस की खुशबू. कई मसालों कि महक. आया करती थी उस से. कभी सर पर कभी कंधों पे झुला करती. काम करते हाथों को गर्मी कहाँ भाती है।. कभी कभी रसोई में दौड़ लगाते हम. छिप जाया करते उसके अन्दर. उसके हरे धागों के बीच से आती झिलमिल रोशिनी. वह भीनी महक. और सुन्हेलि गर्मी. एक अलग ही संसार था।. तो और भी. Written on 1st February, 2013.
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Hall of Life: Then we will talk..
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Friday, April 13, 2012. Then we will talk. The colour of my skin. The language I speak. The way I eat food. How much I make or giveaway. To whom I bow my head or raise my hands to. When it all does not matter. When you look at me and only me. Written on 13th April, 2012. The blog completes its three years this 19th. Thank you for reading and appreciating. Till next time. Happy Baisakhi and all the Happy New Years! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Fellow of IIM A. Write occasionally. Then we will talk.
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Hall of Life: December 2013
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Friday, December 6, 2013. The river of winter. It gathers like froth over the cold earth,. Swirling around lovers on a secret rendezvous,. It flows and ebbs like the sea over the valley,. Playing hide and seek with the moon,. It twists and turns like a storm,. Rolling down the hills stealthily into the eye of a mystery,. It strolls hand in hand with the evening,. Bidding farewell to the sun,. It tempts and teases,. Inviting and forbidding,. It envelops all,. The river of winter. Fogover the cold earth.
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Hall of Life: March 2012
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Friday, March 2, 2012. Sweet and sad,. New paths and new dreams,. A wish on the lips. A tear in the eye. With a wistful smile. They bid adieu and say,. FareWell. my friend. Written on 2nd March, 2012. Be safe play safer.). Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Fellow of IIM A. Write occasionally. View my complete profile. Life or something like that. आज की लिखाई. गुलदस्ता. सुलतान और सुलेमान. The Patel Movement and the triple concept of Society Academics and Economics. Let Me Be Me. The World Thru My Lens.
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Hall of Life: The river of winter
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Friday, December 6, 2013. The river of winter. It gathers like froth over the cold earth,. Swirling around lovers on a secret rendezvous,. It flows and ebbs like the sea over the valley,. Playing hide and seek with the moon,. It twists and turns like a storm,. Rolling down the hills stealthily into the eye of a mystery,. It strolls hand in hand with the evening,. Bidding farewell to the sun,. It tempts and teases,. Inviting and forbidding,. It envelops all,. The river of winter. Fogover the cold earth.
