Why does it happen? Why do people find it easier to give up than to get going? Why is it that dying looks and seems to be easier than living on? What tension could be such big, bigger than life?
“A pen is mightier than a sword”, this proverb has been speaking about the power of ‘pen’ since ages. But is there any power or authority that comes without responsibility? No. The more powerful you are, the greater is your
Have you heard someone saying things like: “Humne to tumhari umr mei naukri bhi shuru kar di thi” or may be “tumhari umr mei main poore ghar ki zimmedaari sambhaalti thi” ? I’m sure each one of us has, sometime
While cleaning my cupboard, I get the experience of travelling down the memory lanes- lanes that are left unexplored since ages now as they are lost amidst the crossroads of ‘present’. I can enter these lanes through a piece of paper. This
Today I am alone For you are away, How much I miss you And wish u could stay Stay with me forever, forever and ever more, We had much more yet to explore, In each other and, In the life
Dreams can sometimes be good, dreams can sometimes be bad, they could either make you happy, and could also make you sad, they could be your secret wish, or something you once had, your dreams could be good, or they
Memories those are pleasant, will always make you cry; they are things of the past, not present, that is why Memories those are painful, Will surely make you smile ‘coz you’ve overcome them, Being a winner, all this while Memories
ज़िन्दगी बीत जाती है इसी कोशिश में मगर, ये ज़िन्दगी भला कब किसी को समझ में आती है ; हर पल जो टूटती बिखरती सी रहती है ज़िन्दगी , एक मुलाकात में जाने कैसे संवर जाती है; ख्वाबों में आके
बेटी जैसी जब नहीं, बहू बेटी ही बन जाए; बेटे की तरह पले नहीं, बेटी सा ही लाड़ पाए; बड़ी बहन छोटे भाई की रक्षा का प्रण उठाए बेटी पढ़ाओ… का नारा ‘बच्चों को पढ़ाओ’ बन जाए माँ भी साथ
पास हो कर भी वो पास क्यूँ नहीं मुलाकात सा होता एहसास क्यूँ नहीं देखकर उसे बुझती अब प्यास क्यूँ नहीं शायद अब सब्र का दामन छूट रहा है उम्मीद तो है क़ायम, यक़ीं टूट रहा है हिज्र अब यादें