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Under the windshade Of memory lane, Some of yours memory is waiting Waiting for rain to come, To revive all again That can't be possible In city consiousness. Each single drop falling On the windshade Are winding the beads Of yours memories And replaying All again in front of the Close eyes screen As if … Continue reading Under the windshade Of memory lane
जब हम बच्चे थे, हर बात पे मुस्कुराते थे, चिड़िया उड़ के खेल खेल में हम भी उड़ जाते थे। दुनिया के रिवाज़ों से परे , हर किसी को दोस्त बनाते। जब हम बच्चे थे मम्मी की उँगली छुरा कर, हर बार उनसे आगे भगा करते थे। बिना किसी बंदिश के हर किसी से मिला … Continue reading जब हम बच्चे थे
Every evening when the stars comes And Moon down to this river River feels complete with Moon Yaa, just with the shadow of Moon And When the Night knocks Her all reminisce flash back And she enjoy all again with the shadow of Moon She smile and feel their love, The joy and the pain … Continue reading Shadow of The Moon
Send me some letters on my address Send me some letters on my address written by your own hand, with some pictures and symbols with carefully woven your feelings with some message form your heart Instead calling me on phone Instead sending me a mail. So that I can enjoy the excitement of wait I can … Continue reading Send me some letters on my address
Sunday morning and Rain is falling I woke up from my bed and sit to the window gazing constantly outside, with some memory of childhood with some flashback. Sunday because in India Sunday is weekend for us. With slap slosh, drip drop rain comes in the morning, drips, drips from the leaves. Wetting the grass under my … Continue reading drips, drips from the leaves