tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44170863591646782672024-03-09T03:11:08.819+05:30SOME UNTOLD THOUGHTScrazyavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06133770321275636107noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417086359164678267.post-64714699705228735612011-10-04T01:58:00.000+05:302011-12-15T03:41:22.173+05:30ONE MORE DAY<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Had she given me that one more day<br />
I could have told her how much i loved her<br />
For that one more day i could have felt her<br />
For that one last time we would have visited <br />
All our sweet memories together<br />
<br />
Why is it said that <br />
You always come out of a relationship sad?<br />
I dont think so...........<br />
Cause I have with me memories....<br />
Memories that has all goods and no bad..<br />
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The only thing that I am devoid of<br />
Is her smile when she sees me<br />
Her sweet little talks...<br />
And that dimple on her cheeks<br />
Which used to set me free..<br />
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I dont expect her to come back<br />
May she always be happy thats all i pray<br />
But sometimes when alone....<br />
It often crosses my mind<br />
What if I had that one more day....<br />
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-Avinash<br />
</div>crazyavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06133770321275636107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417086359164678267.post-40915473542577805232010-10-31T10:23:00.002+05:302010-10-31T10:42:02.725+05:30गुनगुनाता चला जाऊँगासर्दी की उन बर्फीली रातों में<br />
क्या तुम आज भी ठिठुर सी जाती हो?<br />
मेरी बाहों का सहारा न पाकर<br />
कहीं तुम डर तो न जाती हो?<br />
<br />
वह ठंडी ठंडी हवाएं<br />
क्या तुम्हे मेरी याद दिलाती है<br />
जब मेरे हाथों के जगह<br />
वो प्यार से तुम्हारे बालों को सहलाती है<br />
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वो उगता हुआ सूरज<br />
क्या आज भी तुम्हारे चेहरे पे मुस्कान लाता है<br />
वो भीनी सी सूरज की किरणें<br />
क्या आज भी हमारे प्यार को जवाँ कर जाती है?<br />
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अँधेरे में जाने से पहले<br />
क्या तुम आज भी डरती हो?<br />
हर सुबह उठकर<br />
क्या तुम आज भी अपनी उलझी हुई बालों से लड़ती हो?<br />
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साया बनके आया था तेरा<br />
साया बनके जाऊँगा<br />
दिए के लौ के तले भी<br />
अंधियारा बनके साथ निभाऊंगा<br />
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तू भूल जा मुझे ओ मेरी जान<br />
मैं न भूल पाऊंगा<br />
ज़िन्दगी के हर मोड़ पर<br />
ऐसे ही तराने गुनगुनाता चला जाऊँगा.crazyavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06133770321275636107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417086359164678267.post-24718320543397275702010-08-01T12:47:00.001+05:302010-08-01T13:51:21.362+05:30LOVE REDEFINED<div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I asked God one day<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">What is love?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">He responded something like this:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">When you go to your mom<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">And hold her tight <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Tell her about your wrongs<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">And she still holds you right.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Son,that is love.</span></div><a name='more'></a><o:p></o:p><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">When you had those low grades<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">And the only place you could escape to was nowhere<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Those encouraging words from your father<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">With a pat on your shoulder<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Son,that is love<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">When you see your cute little sister<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Looking at you while you are having your favourite dish<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">And you go to her and give it all<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Sealed with a beautiful kiss<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Son,that is love.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Looking at your grandma on that winter morning<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">So fragile and so old<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">And the sweet gesture of using your pocket money for her shawl<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">So that she doesn’t catch cold<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Son,that is love<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Love is not what you people think it to be<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Its so highly misunderstood<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Because when I made this feeling of love<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">All I intended was to give you all gains<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">It was you who associated this beautiful feeling with all those pain<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Then I asked Him<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">God,she left me and I cant live without her<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Isn’t this love??<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">He said,”ask yourself,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Can you compare this feeling with any of those mentioned above?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">While I was pondering over this question<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">He dissappeared with His last words<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Now that I have conveyed this message<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> I leave it on you to pass it to the world<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">And save the essence of this beautiful feeling called love”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div>crazyavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06133770321275636107noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417086359164678267.post-11927591066133658302010-07-31T12:02:00.002+05:302010-07-31T12:17:47.235+05:30CONFESSION OF A LOVER<div class="MsoSubtitle"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; line-height: 115%;">Amidst the voyage of our ship,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing: 0.75pt;">When the path was really scary.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing: 0.75pt;">That was when I needed you most.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing: 0.75pt;">Oh my lovely <b>fairy</b>..<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing: 0.75pt;">Ya, that was what I considered her<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing: 0.75pt;">No idea about what she thought about me.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing: 0.75pt;">Had she felt the same we would have been together,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing: 0.75pt;">Entangled like the branches of a lovely tree..</span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing: 0.75pt;"><a name='more'></a><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing: 0.75pt;">Whenever in my dreams she would come,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing: 0.75pt;">I could visualise both our souls hand in hand.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing: 0.75pt;">I should have realised earlier,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing: 0.75pt;">All she was interested in was a one night stand.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing: 0.75pt;">I still feel sick when I remember that day,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing: 0.75pt;">She blamed me for everything and had plenty to say.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing: 0.75pt;">I kept mum and was helplessly listening,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing: 0.75pt;">Because it was our relationship which was finally losing.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing: 0.75pt;">All I could do was look in her eyes<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing: 0.75pt;">For that small amount of love if any.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing: 0.75pt;">But in vain went all my tries,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing: 0.75pt;">Because I had only her,but she had many<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing: 0.75pt;">She left me on my own,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing: 0.75pt;">Amidst all tears and cries.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing: 0.75pt;">I still wonder how she could be such a stone,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing: 0.75pt;">Because I had seen that love once in her eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing: 0.75pt;">Wait! was it love that I had seen?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing: 0.75pt;">Or was even that a part of her plan.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing: 0.75pt;">I console myself saying no she couldn’t be so mean<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing: 0.75pt;">But the question arises: Till when I can??<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing: 0.75pt;">Now that she’s gone,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing: 0.75pt;">I do miss her often.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing: 0.75pt;">Devoid of her love I feel downtrodden,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing: 0.75pt;">Still wishing “the stone would some day soften”.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing: 0.75pt;">I write this poem with a hope,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing: 0.75pt;">That it would reach her some day.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing: 0.75pt;">This world without her,Oh!! its really hard to cope<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing: 0.75pt;">To her,I wish somebody could convey..<o:p></o:p></span></div>crazyavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06133770321275636107noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417086359164678267.post-59692337645091018052010-07-29T09:58:00.005+05:302010-07-30T16:54:10.232+05:30Best moment in life<div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">One day someone asked me <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Which was the best moment of your life?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I told none<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">My life had only pain, sufferings and was full of strife.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">But somewhere deep within my soul<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I knew this wasn’t true<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Those lonely pavements and that beautiful stroll<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">You as a company and that picturesque hue.</span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Sweetheart you were my life’s best chapter<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Filling those boredom with so much of spice<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I wish our relationship could last longer<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">But then perhaps I never gave you a choice<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">You were always there with me<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">It was I who walked away<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">You broke my shackles and made me free<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Wish you came back to me thats all I can pray<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">There were times when you needed me<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">But my priorities were so wrong<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I still remember how you held me<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">And that first kiss when I sung your birthday song<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Today is the same day when we first met<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I still remember that passenger train<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">You looked awesome while you were completely wet<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Drenched in that winter rain<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">We saw so many dreams<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Dreams of today and tomorrow<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">You left me,thanks to my screams<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Leaving behind this gust of sorrow<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">If I could return to the past<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">And go back to when we were together<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Perhaps some magical spell I could cast<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">So that we could live happily together forever and ever<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">And then if somebody would have asked me<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Which was the best moment of your life?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Then I would hold you tight and let him see<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">It is when in my arms I have my most beautiful wife..<o:p></o:p></span></div>crazyavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06133770321275636107noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417086359164678267.post-77847990195714811192010-07-28T00:53:00.011+05:302010-07-30T16:37:21.494+05:30Beti ki vidaai<div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoSubtitle"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Seema aaj ek kone me baith na jaane kitne saal peeche chali gyi thi.Aur chahte hue bhi wah wapas nhi aana chaah rhi thi apne vartamaan me.Jitna sukhad woh ateet tha utni hi dardnaak uska ye vartmaan………….</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #c0504d;"><a name='more'></a>Abhi kuch hi dino pehle ki to baat hai seema kitni khush thi…Use bachpan se hi shauk tha ki uski ek beti ho.Choti si nanhi si idhar udhar uchalti jo saare bandishon se aazad ho aur har khushi se aabaad ho.Wo use har wo khushi dena chahti thi jo uske maata pita usse na de paaye the.Seema ek madhhyavargiya parivaar se thi.Uske pita kisi sarkaari firm me clerk the.Seema apne saare shouk apni beti se jeena chahti thi…Aur isliye to aaj apni beti ke janm pe usne apne ghar ko kisi mahal se kam nhi sajaaya tha.Ghar pe logon ki mehfil saji thi</span></i><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #c0504d;">.Tarah tarah ke pakwaan seema ne khud apne haathon se banae the.Ramesh ne jo shaadi pe banarasi saree di thi shayad aaj hi ke liye sanjoyi hui thi wo.Kya khil rahi thi wo aaj is saari me.Par aaj ye bhi chamak pheeki thi.Paalne me leti seema ki choti si gudiya aaj to jaise saari chamak usi se hokar aa rhi thi.Seema ko kuch nhi chahiye tha.Bhagwaan ki kripa se aaj uske paas sab kuch tha.Ramesh achhe pad pe sushobhit tha aur seema ko kisi cheez ki kami na thi aur jis cheez ki kami thi wo bhi aaj puri ho gyi thi.Aaj jab ramesh daftar se laute the to daudkar use apne aalingan me bhar liye the kyunki aaj unke ghar ek noor aaya tha ek aisa noor jisse seema ka bas chlta to puri duniya se chipa kar rakhti.</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Tabhi zor se se rone ki aawaz sunkar Seema apne vartamaan me aa gyi thi.Ek aisa vartamaan jahan uski beti usse alag hoke jaa rhi thi.Wo jaan rhi thi ki bas kuch hi palon me uski gudiya vidaa kar di jaayegi par jaise uske pair jawaab de chuke hon.Wo koshish karti reh gyi par na jaa saki baahar.Saamne deewar pe tange chitra ko dekh Seema apne ateet me jaane se pehle 1 baar bhi na sochi………</span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #c0504d;">Aaj gudiya paanch saal ki ho gyi thi.Subah uthte hi Seema ne uske upar jaise uphaaron ki bauchhar kar di thi.Kai tarah ke chocolate aur pata nhi kitne saare rangbirange kapde uske chaaron taraf bikhre pade the…Par phir bhi apni gudiya ko naakhush dekh jaise Seema ka dil baith ja rha tha.Apni maa ke paas jaake jab gudiya ne diwaar pe tange chitra ko dikhakar kaha”Maa mujhe bhi aichha hi ladka laa dogi na”to Seema apne hansi ko naa chipa payi thi.Bachpan se hi gudiya ko shaadi ka bohot shauk tha kehti thi ki maa jab main sajungi na apne shaadi me to duniya dekhegi..<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #c0504d;">Din beete chale gye..<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #c0504d;">Gudiya apne barahvi ke pariksha me pratham aayi aur apni padhai krne america jaane ki zidd kar baithi..Seema jo kbhi apne gaaon se bahar tak nhi gyi thi yeh sunkar kaafi sehem si uthi thi.Usne to mann bana liya tha ki kuch bhi ho par gudiya ko apne se dur na jaane degi..Par shehzaadi manne waali kahan thi..Bachpan se apni saari khwaabon ko hakikat me badalte dekhne ki aadat si ho gyi thi gudiya ko.Uske zidd krne pe Seema ko manna hi pada.Aur chli gyi Gudiya america.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #c0504d;">Apni padhai khatm kar wahin ek job krne lgi thi Gudiya.woh har saal ghar dher saara paisa bhej diya krti thi aur seema mana krte reh jaati thi.Ghar me charpaai se leke ac tak sab Gudiya ne hi bhej diya tha.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #c0504d;">Ab to use America gye 6 saal ho gye the aur apni maa ke kai saal ke zidd ke baad aaj gudiya wapas ghar aa rhi thi.apna saara kaam chorkar india me hi sttle hone.Seema ke khushi ka koi thikaana na tha..Subah se hi Gudiya ke saare pasandida pakwaan ban rhe the..Padosiyon ko to 10 din pehle se khabar kar gyi thi Seema ki uski beti aaj aa rhi hai..Chori chipe Seema ne Gudiya ke liye 1 yogya ladka bhi talaash kar liya tha ...<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #c0504d;">Abhi wo Gudiya ke pasandeeda ladoo bana kar uthi hi thi ki Ramesh ki awaaz sunaai di.Abhi kuch hi der pehle to wo daftar gye the.Pati ko itni jaldi ghar aate dekh Seema ne vyangya kiya,”Aapko bhi beti ke aane ke mauke pe daftar me mann nhi lag rha na”….Par Ramesh ke chehre pe koi bhaav na tha.Wo to jaise kisi gehre soch me the.Seema se rha na gya aur unke paas jaakar unse puchne hi waali thi kuch ki ramesh ne uthkar Seema ko apne gale se laga liya aur aise rone lage jaise kisi ne 4 saal ke bachhe se uska manpasand khilona cheeen liya ho…Seema k baalon ko sehlaate hue dheere se unhone kaha”Gudiya chali gyi seemu hum sab ko chor k chali gyi bohot dur…..bohot dur………….”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #c0504d;">Air India ki plane crash me hue 6 mauton me ek Seema ki gudiya bhi thi……………………<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Bahar farsh pe pada tha Gudiya ka mrita shareer aur Seema ek kone me murti ki bhaanti baithi hui thi.Ek maa ke liye isse badi saza kya hogi ki uski aulaad uske rehte duniya se chali jaaye..tabhi achaanak se kisi ki aawaaz aayi “Seema Gudiya jaa rhi hai.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Achanak se Seema uthi aur darwaaze pe daud kar gyi to Gudiya ke shareer ko agni ke hawaale krne k liye le jaaya jaa rha tha..Seema andar aayi aur apni beti ki shaadi k liye khareeda wo reshmi silk saari lekar baahar aa gyi….daud kar jaake uske shareer ke upar kafan ki tarah faila kar wo bas yahi keh paayi….”Aaj meri beti ki vidaai ho rhi hai aur aap log ise aise adhure aur ujde kapdon me kyun le jaa rhe hain……………………………………………..”</span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">NOTE:This story is a dedication to all those people and their families who lost their lives in Mangalore AIR INDIA crash…….May their soul rest in peace………………………………<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">GIRL child is your treasured possession……Preserve them…………………</span><o:p></o:p></span></b></div>crazyavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06133770321275636107noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417086359164678267.post-17792434683787730022010-07-27T21:51:00.003+05:302010-07-30T16:38:03.370+05:30KAUN KEHTA HAI<div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Jab wo haathein humein bada krti hain<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Jab humare liye kisi bhi cheez se ladti hai<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Jo aankhein humaare liye raat bhar nhi soti<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Kon kehta hai us maa ki koi khwaahish nhi hoti…………..<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Wo padhai na krne pe papa ka dantna<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Wo pyaar se maa ka gale se laga ke samjhaana<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Hum rote to wo bhi roti<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Kon kehta hai un suni aankhon ki koi khwaahish nhi hoti………………….</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US">Aur phir hum bade ho jaate hain<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Maa ki un ungliyon ko chor apne pairon pe khade ho jaate hain<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Aur jab usi maa ke pair budhape se ladkharate hain<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">To unhe kisi vridhashram me chor jaate hain………………………………….<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Jab unhe humaare sahaare ki zarurat hoti hai<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Hamaari majburiyan apni kahani roti hai<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Reh jaate hain adhure unke saare sapne<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Jab begairon sa bartaav krte hain unke hi apne……………………………..<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Par maa to mamta ki murat hai hoti<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Tujhe maaf to kar hi dengi<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Jaate jaate tujhe dekh kar hans hi lengi<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Par khud se puch aye insaan<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Agar wo saare sapne hue hote pure to us muskaan me kya baat hoti………………………………………..<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-US">NOTE:This poem is dedicated to all those who take their parents as a burden………Had they considered u the same u wouldn’t b here at da same position……Leave aside ur position ur basic existence would have come into question……..if in case you read this and still your eyes don’t open remember 1 day evn you would become parents………….BEST OF LUCK…………<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>crazyavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06133770321275636107noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417086359164678267.post-3313961931674952392010-07-27T18:17:00.000+05:302010-07-27T18:17:32.037+05:30Welcome to one and allWell the title clearly suggests this being my first blog is meant to welcome one and all(in case such a situation arises where there are more...lolz)....This is my first time experience in da world of blogging....Well i know none of you would b interested 2 know who i am bt thn bear vth me ths being my first blog lemme tll smthng abt myslf....a normal looking guy fond of speaking or rathr say blabbering things out...Nw hw dd ths come to me 2 hav a go in ths talnted sphere of blogging where my capabilities would surely seem trifle....I know u wnt believe it (bt bear vth me ths being my first blog)....an angel came and told me dear u r gud at it nd prhps u cn giv it a try....nd wht if no1 reads it...im thre to follow ech nd evry post of yours......i would b the one who would appreciate ur posts the most and at the same time wud b the harshest of ur critics...................so here i go taking a small step in ths vast field a bit nervous bt assurd vth da fact tht i hv gt nthng 2 loose.......................hpe u enjoy wht cums nxt.................ur cmmnts are always welcome<br />
and would help me to improve.....................:)crazyavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06133770321275636107noreply@blogger.com2