iBeingMe

I am not what I seems to be ~ I am not what I think to be ~ I wish to pretend many things ~ but how can I hide ~ my real feelings.

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Of Urges

An urge to express An ache to be felt. A need to be understood. My blog needs a bit of all. Some other day, I hope I can finish with one of the items.

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We - after an year

We – after an year

We became one

This very day we were finally engaged. We are not celebrating or something but it’s just a happy reminder of struggles, disagreements, fights, support and tears we shared in the process. The cycle of life is spinning. We continue to share secrets, joys, love and disagreements. The year looks lot more like this :-P

We agree to disagree in Love <-3

We continue our journey madly in…

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In this Sky

In this sky There is the sun, the moon And the infinite stars

I raise my hand to catch A little from the sun, the moon And the some stars

Some air, some rain And some light Is all I caught from the sky;

I drink, Whatever I have from the sky Inside me now There are pieces of the Sun, the moon And the infinite stars.

Who is who now? Am I the Sky?

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खामोश कविताओं का राज़!

जब भी मैं शुरू करता हूँ कोई कविता मन में ख्याल होता है तुम्हारी कोमलता का लकिन फिर दिखाई देती है मुझे समाज की कुरीतियाँ और मेरे शब्द बदल जातें है घृणा में अविश्वास में

मैंने कुछ दिन पहले अपनी एक कविता में कुंठित आवाजों को एक संकीर्ण गला दिया था इस अत्यंत…

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शुन्य सच्चाई हैं।

वहाँ सड़क में छेद हैं। यहाँ पृथ्वी में छेद हैं। मैं थोडा आगे बढ़ देखता हूँ: मेरे जूते में छेद हैं। यहाँ जहाँ छेद हैं, मैं देख सकता हूँ अपने मोज़े से, मैं उन छेद को देख सकता हूँ, क्योंकि मेरी दिमाग में छेद हैं।

जब बारिश की बूँदें गिरती है, वह पानी को छेदती…

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वजन

जनुअरी की वोह रात थोड़ी ज्यादा ही लम्बी थी. सुबह होने को थी पर अँधेरा छटने का नाम नहीं ले रहा था. धुआं धुंध का था कि हर दुसरे मिनट जल उठने वाली बीड़ी का कह पाना मुश्किल था. उतेजना में, घबराहट में कदम ठहरने का नाम नहीं ले रहे थें. आखें और ध्यान उस बंद…

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बारिश में मन

आज फिर बरसती इन बूँदों नी मेरे जेहन में शब्दों की नाव को छोड़ दिया है और मेरा मन भी इस नाव के सहारे कविता के किनारे पहुचना चाहता है.  क्या लिखे नाम की लहर नी मेरे शब्दो की नाव को थोड़ा टेढ़ा किया मन इन लहरो से उलझ ही रहा था की तभी ऑटो वालें ने यह सवाल किया कहा…

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Baarish ki sazish

Aaj subah seeli si thi Alaw bhi saazish kar raha tha Kal raat ki geeli lakadiyo mein Aag kam dhuan jyada tha

Phir aayi sukhi dopahar Khanjar si chubhan thi hawa mein Nazarband tha zakhmi suraj Apne hi solar system mein

Is raat maine badalon se Umeed na ki…

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Crazy

Crazy http://wp.me/sYCzT-crazy

He read in a book that truly crazy people don’t ask, “Am I crazy?” Encouraged, he started asking this of everyone he met. The answer was irrelevant; the very act was reassuring when he queried every person in town. he asked dogs, then cows. Now he talks…

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Admit to her

If I do nothing else for my wretched desires I’d capture them in words forever; The happiness and their pain that I could not abide would never make me scream and beg forgiveness or Visit temples & mosques. I would just put them before me In poems, in…

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hopeless romantic

They cannot understand The fact that You and I Are not about verses or over-romantic songs

Just let me declare that when you you pronounce my name my heart starts to rain.

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Two poems

I must write poignant poems about how my heart is a broken piece of a flower-pot or a sobbing raining cloud so that you nod and say, yes, come in my embrace.

I must oblige and write happy poems about mornings waking together like tangled threads, because these…

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Book review : Planet of The Blind

This book is absolutely amazing and stunning in the beauty of language!

Stephen Kuusisto born in…

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Henri-Frédéric Amiel

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Jealousy http://wp.me/sYCzT-jealousy

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“I’ll write you novels,” she once said to me. Her words grew wings that carried woes away. “Each page will set a piece of your heart free. A gift that time nor tears could drive astray.” She knows that I am not the type to fight, Accepting life as it should come to pass, So with her ink,...

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Stuck at the wrong side of the river

I am stuck, on the wrong side of the river

It has tall buildings made of expectations using concrete of emotions walls using boundaries of society closed windows escaping reality.

The atmosphere on the other side changes the color of the sky and this…

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