Writer's gully

a wanderer. an amateur photographer. a writer. a copywriter. anything. everything. and all things in between.

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#❤️ (at Kolkata) https://www.instagram.com/p/BnOsUeKlWj7MazfL39vNjo2QlSmTop8pY4tbMk0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=mtm8f355ucde

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Sun. Sea. Sand.

Sometimes you need the coarse sand to soothe the soul.

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Balance.

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धीमी जब हो आंच रे बंधू, स्वाद बहुत ही आये, न हाँथों में छाले फूटें, बर्तन भी न जलाये.

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Phool jo band hai panno mein tum, Usko dhool bana dena...

Baat chhide jo meri kahi tum... Usko bhool bataa dena.

Lekin wo bhool ho aisi Jis se bezaar nahin...

~ Kausar Munir

Listen to the song here.

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Har Har Mahadev!

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#MP #Ujjain #Templetown #TempleRun #Latergram (at Ujjain)

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Faith.

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"How do you feel?... Oh, I don't feel comfortable. Oh, I'm so sorry, we the group, we're feeling... Do you know, one of the greatest problems of our age is that we are governed by people who care more about feelings than they do about thoughts and ideas? Now, thoughts and ideas, that interests me.

Watch your thoughts, for they become words.  Watch your words, for they become actions. Watch your actions, for they become habits. Watch your habits, for they become your character. And watch your character, for it becomes your destiny. What we think, we become. My father always said that. And I think I am fine.”

~ Meryl Streep as Margaret Thatcher in the Iron Lady

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Mills of Mumbai. #Mumbai #Mills #ShotoniPhone6s

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Jeevan ki aapa-dhaapi mein

Aaj phir ek sapna haar gaya. 

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This side. Or that. Choose a side. And stand by it. Never sit on the fence.

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Still I Rise

You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

 Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room.

 Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I’ll rise.

 Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops, Weakened by my soulful cries?

 Does my haughtiness offend you? Don’t you take it awful hard ‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines Diggin’ in my own backyard.

 You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I’ll rise.

 Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I’ve got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs?

 Out of the huts of history’s shame I rise Up from a past that’s rooted in pain I rise I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

 Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise. I rise. I rise.

~ Maya Angelou

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Haiku #3

Boondon ka shor Surila hain bohot. Kal Monday hain.

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Haiku #2

Shaam aayi hain Chandni ke saath aaj. Chale maikhaane?

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Haiku #1

Masoom se khwaab par koi aur imaarat banayega. Usse pata tha.

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She realised none of it was real and set herself free.

~ Anonymous