tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92119642433001255872024-02-19T20:41:47.132+05:30THE BLACK ROSESAKET MEANS THE BLACK ROSE OF HEAVEN
... SOURCE: HINDU MYTHOLOGYSaket Ranjanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16266292852588881242noreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211964243300125587.post-76217292473254543702017-08-15T15:12:00.000+05:302017-08-15T15:12:02.999+05:30ठहर जाओ<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
इस तमस में तुम मेरे चिराग हो, ओ ध्रुव, रुक जाओ<br />
थोड़ी दूर और है जाना, ऐ चंद्र, अभी ना रोशनी बुझाओ<br />
दिख रहा है मेरा घर अब, थोड़ा साथ निभाओ<br />
पांव थक गए हैं, आंखें बंद होने तक हौसला बढ़ाओ।<br />
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कि सुबह के सूर्य के आवेश को झेल ना पाऊंगा<br />
तुम्हारे स्निग्ध स्पर्श की आदत है, जल जाऊंगा<br />
चंद कदम हैं बचे, एक कहानी में सफर काट जाऊंगा<br />
जो तुम चले गए तो किसे फिर ये सुनाऊंगा।<br />
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ऐ निशा, ज़रा और पिला अपना सोम, रोक ले इन्हें<br />
ओ इंद्रदेव, ज़रा बादलों में जकड़ लो इन्हें<br />
मेरे सफर की आखिरी घड़ी में मुझे छोड़ ना जाएं<br />
मेरे पांव मंज़िल से कुछ पग दूर ही ना थम जाएं।<br />
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Saket Ranjanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16266292852588881242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211964243300125587.post-81810105259611593892016-12-08T15:19:00.001+05:302016-12-08T23:44:45.856+05:30Hiraeth<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It's a calming feeling, Poseidon calling my name<br />
<i>What's left of you to fight, come, they've lost the game</i></div>
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<i>Hold my hand warrior, they've taken your Rome</i><br />
<i>Close your eyes, my son and let the water take you home</i></div>
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It's been years since I've seen my mother<br />
Since I left my land of songs and dance<br />
I've lost sleep, in my dreams visions overlap each other<br />
Whose curse was it that stole my last chance</div>
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It would have been my hour of glory<br />
When I push the dagger into his blasphemous heart<br />
They would have written ballads, told my story<br />
But I listened to him who called this war a farce</div>
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And now I'm drowning, there won't be a song<br />
To remember me, I'll be forgotten before it's long</div>
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Come, embrace me father and guide my lost soul<br />
Hold me in your arms, I'm tired and old<br />
The world has killed the child you loved<br />
But don't abandon me now, you're all I've got</div>
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Saket Ranjanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16266292852588881242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211964243300125587.post-62608307099259981032014-07-30T16:31:00.003+05:302014-07-30T16:33:32.535+05:30क्यों हैं ऐसे हम <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">रुक जाता गर पैरों को बाँध पाती बेड़ियां </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">देख लेता जो आँखों पर ना लगा होता पर्दा </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">जलाता इक मशाल करने को उजाला </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">ना कि वो जो ज़िन्दगियों के दिए बुझाता</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">क्या दे सकता हूँ मैं दोष?</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">उस देश को जिसे बचाना कर्त्तव्य समझता था</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">या उस धर्म को जो मेरा परिवार अपना मानता था</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">जिसने धकेल दिया मेरे जैसों को इस अनचाहे नरसंहार में </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">और रोते बिलखते अनगिनत लोगों को मौत के अंधकार में </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">या हूँ मैं दोषी जिसने एक बात भी ना कही</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">जिसने उठाये तो शस्त्र परन्तु गलती पर जिसकी ऊँगली ना उठी</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">जिसे देश था प्यारा और उसके देशवासी</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">जिसने सोचने की कोशिश नहीं की ज़रा सी</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">इंसानियत को ना बचा पाने की कीमत क्या होगी</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">उसके बारे में नहीं सोचा, बस आज की चिंता की</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">इतिहास के पन्नों में बस झांक देख लेता</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">नफरत ने कितनी की है भारी तबाही </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">पर क्या करूँ मैं</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">रुक जाता गर पैरों को बाँध पाती प्रेम की बेड़ियां </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">देख लेता जो आँखों पर ना लगा होता नफरत का पर्दा</span></div>
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Saket Ranjanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16266292852588881242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211964243300125587.post-79858839265948291112013-11-09T15:39:00.002+05:302013-11-09T15:40:01.329+05:30तन्हाई <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 15.454545021057129px; white-space: pre-wrap;">ये आँखें आज भी उस स्पर्श को बेताब हैं, खुले रहकर बहुत आंसू इनसे बहता है </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 15.454545021057129px; white-space: pre-wrap;">आईने तो कई हैं आज मेरे घर में, हमारे इक अदद दीदार की ख्वाहिश में हर एक तरसता है </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 15.454545021057129px; white-space: pre-wrap;">वो गुलाब जो तुम्हारे बालों में शर्मा के लाल हो जाता था; मुस्कुराता, खिलखिलाता रहता था </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 15.454545021057129px; white-space: pre-wrap;">आज बीमार है वो; पीला, उदास सा डाल पर, किसी के उसको चुराने का इंतज़ार करता है </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 15.454545021057129px; white-space: pre-wrap;">वो चाय की गरम प्याली जिसकी हर चुस्की में तुम्हारी बातों और मुस्कान का मिठास घुला रहता था </span><br />
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Saket Ranjanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16266292852588881242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211964243300125587.post-7338926715960048252013-08-31T03:08:00.000+05:302013-08-31T03:08:42.328+05:30 एक ऐसी रात में <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
इन खामोश सी रातों में, जब झींगुर की आवाज़ भी कानों को चुभती है<br />
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जब बादलों से भरे आकाश में तारे लुका छुपी खेलते हैं </div>
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जब अँधेरे का स्याह रंग मन की वीरानियों को भरता जाता है </div>
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जब अकेले बैठे, हथेली में थामी कलम अनायास ही पन्नों पर चल पड़ती है </div>
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पर लिख न पाती वो जो लिखने को उठी थी </div>
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थोड़ी रूकती है, लिखाई टूट जाती है </div>
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जाने क्यूँ भरी हुई स्याही सूख जाती है </div>
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और मैं ढूंढ ना पाता कोई दूसरा, कागज़ फाड़ देता हूँ </div>
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इक अधूरी कविता से अच्छा तो नहीं है उसका अस्तित्व होना </div>
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इक ऐसी अँधेरी रात में, कमरे के कोने में पड़े </div>
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मानो आईने के टुकड़ों में हज़ार शख्सियत हैं </div>
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उन्ही सितारों की तरह जिनका आसमा एक ही है<br />
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Saket Ranjanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16266292852588881242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211964243300125587.post-51049733737923656812013-08-28T22:09:00.000+05:302013-08-28T22:09:00.843+05:30सच्चाई की कड़वाहट <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Saket Ranjanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16266292852588881242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211964243300125587.post-11930776870479180582013-03-04T00:59:00.000+05:302013-03-04T00:59:42.689+05:30Fare Thee Well<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
He turned around and started to walk away. She stood there, fixed, as if he had cast a spell on her. She wanted to call him, to stop him but could not.<br />
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Drops of tear fell down her cheeks. She could not keep her last promise too.<br />
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She remembered those words -- <i>When you are sad, my world cries. </i><br />
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The world had certainly ceased to be her anymore.<br />
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Saket Ranjanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16266292852588881242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211964243300125587.post-21643017768700122032012-12-31T23:03:00.000+05:302012-12-31T23:12:06.362+05:30Ramblings <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
In this cold city of gloom<br />
In this zombie walk towards doom<br />
You raise a toast for the new day<br />
You smile as you walk your chosen way<br />
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The sun somewhere rises to burn down everything it hates<br />
But for the clouds of corruption, which thou call fate<br />
Aren't you a part of this, a small cog in the chain<br />
And you think you can wash your sins,<br />
In this light drizzle which you call rain<br />
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Ah! for the hypocrite in you who starts believing in what he says<br />
For he wants to be revered, respected<br />
Like that shiny medal put on display<br />
Like that inanimate object, it cares not for the feeling<br />
Of the hurt, the beaten, the fallen who wanted to keep running<br />
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Let the hammer fall hard on the nail of the coffin which is yours<br />
Let the stampede run you down so that you never rise<br />
Let this meandering river find new tributaries and the right course<br />
Let the anger be there for long and does not subside<br />
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We've been walking for long on the road to perdition<br />
As if we have chosen this path towards eternal damnation<br />
And haven't we been successful in making this a hell<br />
For long, haven't we been singing the devil's rendition<br />
Let the darkness go away now,<br />
Lest the devil himself starts ringing the death knell.</div>
Saket Ranjanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16266292852588881242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211964243300125587.post-54622571950508167002012-12-18T04:06:00.002+05:302012-12-18T05:16:12.573+05:30डरता है <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">अंधेरों में छुपे साये सा अस्तित्व</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">जो रौशनी में आने को तरसता है पर अपने ही अकेलेपन से डरता है</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">आँखों में बंद उस सपने सा कोमल</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">जो सच का उजाला देखना चाहता है पर आँखें खुलने से डरता है</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">दिनकर के सातवें अश्व सा निरंतर चलन्त</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">जो सांस लेना चाहता है पर जिसके रुकने से संसार भी डरता है </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">चेहरे पर पड़े वो अधूरे सच के नकाब सा व्यक्तित्व</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">जो निकाल फेंकना चाहता है पर पूरे सच से डरता है</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">यादों की संदूक में बंद उन चुभती कीलों सा कठोर</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">जिन्हें मिटा देना तो चाहता है पर उन स्निग्ध स्मृतियों को खोने से डरता है</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">जो जानता और समझता है कि क्या है उस पार</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">जिसे उस जन्नत की हकीक़त मालूम है</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">लेकिन...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">दिल को समझाने को ये खयाल भी क्या कम अच्छा है ..</span><br />
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<i>प्रेरणा --</i></span><br />
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"<i>हमको मालूम है जन्नत की हकीकत लेकिन,</i></span><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">दिल को समझाने को ग़ालिब ये ख्याल अच्छा है "</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> ---------मिर्ज़ा ग़ालिब</span></i></div>
Saket Ranjanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16266292852588881242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211964243300125587.post-39951758680576512382012-09-28T01:09:00.000+05:302012-09-28T01:09:08.445+05:30इस शहर में<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 25px;">वो दूर ढलते सूरज के लाल आसमान </span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 25px;">में</span><br />
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वो नीले सागर के अपने से सन्नाटे में</div>
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वो लौट कर आती कश्तियों में</div>
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वो घर जाते पंछियों के चहचहाने में</div>
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कुछ खास है इस शहर में, <span style="line-height: 1.8;">कुछ खास है इस शहर में</span></div>
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वो खुद में खोये हज़ारों शख्सों में</div>
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वो एक दूसरे में संसार पाए चन्द रूहों में</div>
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वो अचानक से बारिश की पड़ती बूंदों में</div>
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वो हवा के बालों को छूकर चले जाने में</div>
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वो हाथ छुडाते वीराने में, उस गले लगाते अपनेपन में</div>
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कुछ खास है इस शहर में, कुछ खास है इस शहर में<br clear="all" /><div>
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वो ऊँचे ऊँचे मकानों में दूसरों से बेपरवाह ज़िन्दगियों में</div>
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वो सबसे बड़ी झुग्गी का तमगा पाए लाखों उम्मीद भरी अंखियों में</div>
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वो रफ़्तार से सामंजस्य बिठाने में डूबे हताश कोशिशों में</div>
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वो हज़ारों के जवाब ना पा सके उन लाखों सवालों में</div>
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इस अफसानों के शहर में, इन अनजानों के शहर में</div>
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कुछ खास है इस शहर में,<span style="line-height: 1.8;">कुछ तो खास है इस शहर में</span></div>
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Saket Ranjanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16266292852588881242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211964243300125587.post-12983650874333649062012-07-15T18:50:00.000+05:302012-07-15T18:58:05.553+05:30T.O.P.A.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18.4pt;">Scene: Night before the A/Cing Test</span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Starts off with the giggle of a girl<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; padding: 0cm;">Kisi ke dard par na hanso itna</span></i><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; padding: 0cm;">Ke hansne se pet mein dard lage uthna</span></i><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; padding: 0cm;">Hamare gham mein shariq ho do aansoo baha do</span></i><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; padding: 0cm;">Gar itna bhi na kar sako to humein accounting padha
do</span></i><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Girl (on the other side of phone):<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; padding: 0cm;">Tumhare gham mein to hai kuchh anokhi baat</span></i><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; padding: 0cm;">Ke hansi hi aati hai, please don't mind that</span></i><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; padding: 0cm;">Padha to doon par do tell me this</span></i><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; padding: 0cm;">How will I come in this heavy Mumbaiyya barsaat</span></i><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Guy :<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; padding: 0cm;">Kyun kiya tha eBay par wo order umbrella ka<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; padding: 0cm;">Jab zaroorat padne par bhool jao uska pata<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; padding: 0cm;">Jaao ke hum tumhare bina hi padh lenge<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; padding: 0cm;">Tum na ho to kya group dynamics ke sahare is toofan
se bhi ubar lenge<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; padding: 0cm;">Tumhari shayari ke hum ho gaye hain kayal<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; padding: 0cm;">Kabhi hamari tareef mein bhi barsa diya karo ye
shabdon ke baadal<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; padding: 0cm;">Ab to bhool hi gaye tum pyaar bhari baatein karna<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; padding: 0cm;">Chalo jane do<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; padding: 0cm;">Padh lena and apne bagal wali seat mere liye bacha
kar rakhna<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Had prepared this for TOPA but a better idea came up and hence scrapped this. </span></div>
</div>Saket Ranjanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16266292852588881242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211964243300125587.post-80893769876659695412012-06-30T07:40:00.001+05:302012-06-30T08:11:08.684+05:30Let It Be<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Fake laughs and fake smiles, fake expressions hiding the internal fight<br />
The ever so calm appearance but with clamor do you yourself identify<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSt8v1gLuL4NIHrTwNuKxbM_Slu7jOrbp_P08gG0nqEpp2zJvszNZNhtEH4KsKP7TfzQEsOVQGKquFa_07peFKqEEIszVyDul6VLVnFXbNOIx0RwnSFGhGNArRCgzhVYI9ssCGVx6PjZka/s1600/6371109199_b790aa5908_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSt8v1gLuL4NIHrTwNuKxbM_Slu7jOrbp_P08gG0nqEpp2zJvszNZNhtEH4KsKP7TfzQEsOVQGKquFa_07peFKqEEIszVyDul6VLVnFXbNOIx0RwnSFGhGNArRCgzhVYI9ssCGVx6PjZka/s200/6371109199_b790aa5908_b.jpg" width="200" /></a>What's real, do you know yourself? Is this what you wanted to be like?<br />
Even happiness hurts you, into what have you turned inside?<br />
Will you ever let those shouts out, deep down which you hide?<br />
And those tears that swell, will you ever let the barrier be broken by that tide?<br />
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It's time you let yourself know what you are<br />
It's time you be brave and face all those lies<br />
How long can you wrestle with self, how long will the chaos win the fight<br />
Let yourself win for once, let not your soul always die.<br />
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<i>Pic courtesy :<a href="http://draft.blogger.com/%20http://www.flickriver.com/photos/juanferpenagos/6371109199/" target="_blank"> http://www.flickriver.com/photos/juanferpenagos/6371109199/</a></i><br />
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<i>(An internal chaos leads to the dual personality. However, one denies the existence of other. The countenance hides this internal fight and never lets someone understand the plight) </i> </div>Saket Ranjanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16266292852588881242noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211964243300125587.post-18801655786264472042012-03-08T21:05:00.001+05:302012-03-20T08:02:28.319+05:30Dream On<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Dream on sire! Dream on!<br />
For there is no dearth of heart's desire.<br />
Some have the highest mountains won.<br />
Some have, unflinched, walked on fire.<br />
<a href="http://www.crystalinks.com/inception_totem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://www.crystalinks.com/inception_totem.jpg" /></a>And it was their dreams that spurred them on.<br />
Kept their feet moving even when they got tired.<br />
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Dream on! Dream on sire!<br />
While the world shall rage its war against our labour.<br />
'coz those who've dreamt have won kingdoms entire.<br />
Their doubters enslaved, they've risen as their emperors.<br />
For it was none but their dreams that fuelled the fire.<br />
Converted the meek gatherer into a wild hunter.<br />
Suppressed the fears and turned him into a killer.<br />
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Dream on sire! Dream on!<br />
For we'll bid our time for fruition.<br />
You've struggled and survived since you were born.<br />
For ambitions that understood no explanations, no reason.<br />
So the night shall disappear with arrival of dawn.<br />
And brightness shall help to realise your vision.<br />
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Won't you run that extra yard?<br />
Won't you jump a little higher?<br />
You shall conquer and raise all the bars.<br />
As long as you dream sire...<br />
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<i>('</i><i>coz dreams are always more beautiful than reality and inspire you to erase that boundary)</i><br />
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<i>...</i><i>with inputs from <a href="http://subhrapriya.blogspot.in/2012/03/dream-on.html" target="_blank"><b>Subhra</b></a> who urges you to dream on too. Also<b>, <a href="http://talesofatwistedmind.blogspot.in/2012/03/dream-on.html" target="_blank">Moha</a></b> joins the party. </i><br />
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<i>pic courtesy: <a href="http://www.crystalinks.com/inception_totem.jpg">http://www.crystalinks.com/inception_totem.jpg</a></i><i> </i></div>
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It was as though my nightmares had all come alive<br />
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The shock hit me like a bolt and made me subside<br />
Even the tears did not respond and silent were the cries<br />
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The fan, just like me, had bent and broken<br />
It had bowed to bid the final goodbyes<br />
The lights understood and had all gone dark<br />
They did not want to disturb the peace in her eyes<br />
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Her eyes were open and the smile mocked me<br />
I am at peace now, away from the world we despise<br />
Will you not come again to find me<br />
Wasn't your love real and will you abandon it now with a lie<br />
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She had said she would do it one day for me<br />
And now the question lay there staring at me<br />
Suicide is cowardice, all life I was taught<br />
Can I do it now, could this brave I be?<br />
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(<i>pic courtesy: <a href="http://topnews.in/law/files/suicide_1.jpg">http://topnews.in/law/files/suicide_1.jpg</a>)</i></div>
</div>Saket Ranjanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16266292852588881242noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211964243300125587.post-57768324713965541422012-01-15T19:11:00.002+05:302012-03-09T12:39:02.342+05:30बुरा ना देखो..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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चन्द आँखों ने देखा और मुंह मोड़ लिया <br />
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चन्द अल्फाज़ निकले पर किसी की समझ ना आये<br />
मानो शब्द ही गुम हो गए कोष से उनके <br />
आज़ादी की दुर्दशा है ये देखो <br />
गाँधी के इस देश में <br />
सब उनके बन्दर बन गए<br />
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(<i>pic courtesy : <a href="http://thethreemonkeys.com/">http://thethreemonkeys.com/</a></i>) </div>Saket Ranjanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16266292852588881242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211964243300125587.post-9313477884614981572011-12-09T07:03:00.001+05:302012-03-09T12:42:04.267+05:30Second Best<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i>Just tried to do a reverse pyramid (if there's such a thing). No. of words decreasing by one with each line. Ended up with this.</i><br />
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<br /></div>Saket Ranjanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16266292852588881242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211964243300125587.post-71917281157490482972011-11-21T11:43:00.001+05:302012-03-09T12:46:07.608+05:30The Bird in the Sky<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Even in its last flight<br />
It didn't stop dreaming of that horizon<br />
Where it could not reach<br />
But never till death did its sight it missed<br />
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<b><u><i>The hunter</i>:</u></b><br />
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Even now that it's shot<br />
She's dreaming of that horizon<br />
It would have been fit if the earth where she was born<br />
In her dreams and reality, if she could keep<br />
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<i>There are always two sides of every argument. Every action can be
looked at in two ways. Every word spoken, every gesture, every thought
can be made to appear like a coin with two sides. It is for
you to decide which is right or wrong. Just like the coin, which does
not have a right or wrong side but only one can win a toss. Who am I or anyone to decide whether your choice was
right or wrong? Remember, even if you fail, you were always a winner.</i><br />
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The bleeding humanity's death</div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">भूरी आँखें खुली हुई हैं, देख लिया हैं उसने उसे </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i>उसकी भी किस्मत तो देखो</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i>आज ही अपने घर, अपने परिवार से नाता तोड़ आया था </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i>अकेले चल पड़ा था अपने ज़िन्दगी के नए रास्तों को ढूँढने </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i>कुछ तो खफा था, कुछ खुद पर भरोसा था</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i>आँखों में थे सपने, मन के किसी कोने में पर बैठा था हल्का सा भय</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i>कैसी थी वो चपलता, कैसा था वो अल्हड़पन </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">उसके हर कदम को देख रहा है वो</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">ह्रदय में कोई दुर्भावना नहीं, बस लक्ष्य को पाना चाहे वो</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">आखिर ये भी तो है एक कर्त्तव्य, अपने कर्त्तव्य से कैसे मुंह मोड़े वो </span></div>
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Absolutely no idea why I wrote this. The movie is so cliched. Any one watching it can predict what would happen. Yet, I would watch it on any given day than watch the utter nonsense that's being thrown at the audience in the name of star power and being called path breaking movies in the Hindi film industry. I would rather watch a Manmohan Desai "bichhudna-milna" drama which still is so much sought after. That probably is the reason why I wrote this.<br />
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<i>1:</i><br />
<i>Stop! Don't you compare us even for a while</i><br />
<i>I am not he and he is not I</i><br />
<i>Hell! We don't see each other eye to eye</i><br />
<i>We want to hurt the other even if we had to die</i><br />
<i>His smiles are the biggest whenever I cry</i><br />
<i>A moment of joy in my life, the walls of his house shudder</i><br />
<i>When his fist meets to bring them down with a try</i><br />
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<i>2:</i><br />
<i>Oh! What happened, please tell me! Don't lose your calm</i><br />
<i>Remember you were once like brothers in arms</i><br />
<i>Now you hurt each other like no one else could harm</i><br />
<i>Speak! Don't act like you don't give a darn!</i><br />
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<i>1:</i><br />
<i>Judge me wrong or judge me right</i><br />
<i>But I am not going to give up this fight</i><br />
<i>'Tis true once we stood side by side</i><br />
<i>Won a many, lost a few and together survived</i><br />
<i>Protected each other, shared the pains and even for each other we cried</i><br />
<i>But now no more, the feelings are gone, the tears have dried</i><br />
<i>The heart has locked itself away, the bonds all broken that held us tied</i><br />
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<i>Don't ask me why this change has come</i><br />
<i>Don't ask me what of us has become</i><br />
<i>Don't choose a side for you'll never know</i><br />
<i>Who to choose as you saw us together grow</i><br />
<i>Don't try to stop what has already been started</i><br />
<i>Just watch till there comes the end</i><br />
<i>The end that neither of us wanted.</i><br />
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S.R.</div>Saket Ranjanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16266292852588881242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211964243300125587.post-780651564072453972011-11-05T18:47:00.004+05:302012-03-09T18:28:19.925+05:30Beauty<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i>"Ma, you said that butterflies are beautiful. Why is that one so ugly then?" </i><br />
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<i>"It's not a butterfly, son. It's a moth."</i><i> </i><br />
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<i>"But it looks like a butterfly, doesn't it?"</i><br />
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<i>"It is very similar to a butterfly. It has a life cycle same as a butterfly. It even does the same things as a butterfly, helping new plants to grow."</i><br />
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<i>"Oh! Then I made a mistake by calling it ugly."</i><br />
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<i>"And how is that?"</i><br />
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<i>"Didn't you say that our beauty lies in the work we do? Then how can she be ugly?"</i><br />
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<i>"No, she can't," </i>she said and hugged him.<br />
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So very often as a child we thought that we could never make our parents feel proud except by getting good results. We never realised that the times we ran to our homes to bring that Dettol bottle and cotton to clean the wounds of a friend who got hurt or the times we asked our father to give a small change to the beggar or when we said something like above without realising how deeply meaningful it was, we made them feel proud of us. 'coz in the end, all they ever wanted was us to grow as a good human being.<br />
This is a tribute to all parents without whose teachings we would not be what we are today.</div>Saket Ranjanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16266292852588881242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211964243300125587.post-71309570723870295632011-10-29T08:29:00.004+05:302011-10-29T08:29:46.051+05:30यूँ ही<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
बड़ी ही अजीब पहेली है ये जिंदगानी<br />कभी मीठा सपना, कभी कड़वा सच<br />और मानो तो एक अनजानी कहानी<br />कभी मानो तो है सब का साथ<br />कभी लगे जैसे अकेले ही है सारी राह बितानी<br />कुछ इच्छाओं, कुछ अपेक्षाओं को पूरा करने की<br />कोशिश में, अंधे होने की पड़ जाए कीमत चुकानी<br />दौड़ते दौड़ते पा ली गर मंज़िल जो कभी<br />राहों की कद्र ना करने की जो है वो आदत पुरानी<br />कुछ छूट जायेंगे राहों में, साथ हाथ थामे चले थे जो<br />अब ना मिलेंगे कभी, सोचो तो होगी हैरानी<br />कब हाथ छूटा पता ना चला<br />अब उन्हें ढूंढना हो गयी एक बड़ी परेशानी<br /><br />पर सच मानो तो भूल जाना ये सब<br />क्योंकि खुश हैं वो जिन्हें बातें याद नहीं पुरानी<br />जिन्होनें हर गुज़रे विषय से मोह तोड़ लिया है<br />
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जिन्हें आती है हर बीती याद जड़ से मिटानी</div>
</div>Saket Ranjanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16266292852588881242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211964243300125587.post-25641790616406391242011-10-28T08:01:00.001+05:302011-10-28T08:19:46.200+05:30Dark is this night<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="zj">[<a href="http://talesofatwistedmind.blogspot.com/">sid</a>]</span><br />
<span class="zj">Dark is the night filled with dread
<br />Dark is the road upon which I tread...
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<br />[saket]
<br />My feet sway wildly, so dizzy is my head
<br />The hounds stare hungrily; desiring to be fed
<br />The blood from my wound makes a trail
<br />And dark that was the road now turns red...
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<br />[<a href="http://in-search-of-the-answers-to-life.blogspot.com/">samir</a>]
<br />The danger to me is not what I dread
<br />It's the girl in my arms who'd have died instead
<br />Her arduous breathing must not fail
<br />'tis not in vain that i will have bled...
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<br />[sid]
<br />Upon my shoulder she rests her head
<br />I can hardly discern her anguished breaths
<br />She whispers weakly, "Oh! Why this happened?"
<br />"Why were our lives torn into shreds?"
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<br />[saket]
<br />Her eyes start closing, a sudden fear grows within me
<br />I shout in her ears, she does not even blink
<br />I look around for help but not even a soul do I see
<br />My mind starts racing, to save her is all that I can think
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<br />[samir]
<br />Were it not for her, I would not be
<br />It's only through her that my past does link
<br />The howl of the hounds breaks my reverie
<br />Now the beasts are chasing us to the cliff's brink
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<br />[sid]
<br />I feel her slipping away
<br />She whose life I held most dear
<br />I pull her and gaze into her face
<br />Her eyes are tearful and without fear
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<br />As I kiss her she kisses me back
<br />With whatever strength's left of her
<br />I whisper, “ It's better to leave them all
<br />Then let go of each other.”
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<br />[<a href="http://subhrapriya.blogspot.com/">subhra</a>]
<br />Heaving n' sighing,carrying her in my arms..I drag myself to the cliff's end
<br />The sapphire silver skies shine at the deep dark abyss...
<br />So is a choice born out of it staring back at me,needy,meagre n' simple though cruel n' a gamble
<br />Peace has sheltered itself in fear
<br />And of what is left,a li'l life , a few seconds worth of love so dear
<br />Vouched with the lines,"till death do us apart." but death shall not be a chosen fate
<br />Stripping of every piece of cloth on me n' her,stained in blood n' strongly smelling of rust..
<br />I lay them on the edge.
<br />the cold wave of autumn night cuts through my naked self.
<br />I wrap my arms around her,and wit last ounce of living strength..
<br />Reach for the cover of the bushes nearby..
<br />The feral senses have come into play
<br />n' so has my life tied in the threads of time.
<br />Fear of death in love is fiercely powerful,but so is the lust to
live....another second,every minute,carnal n' brutal in its last
intensity
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<br />[saket]
<br />I look at her, so beautiful, nothing but pure innocence
<br />And I think -- Will she ever love me again?
<br />I look at myself, a beast is what I see
<br />I know I am no worse than those chasing us
<br />How could I even do this to her?
<br />Why was I not able to reciprocate the love and trust she had?
<br />I sit down, finding a shelter amongst the trees.
<br />The darkness is not a fiend, but in disguise, acting like a friend
<br />I start crying for I know this is the end.
<br />I lost her the day I had betrayed her.
<br />Even if she forgives me some day, I won't be able to forget her
<br />And one thing that for sure is true
<br />I can't go on living bearing this burden forever
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<br />I kiss her hand and say goodbye for one final time
<br />Someone's gonna love you just like you deserve to be loved........
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<br />[saket]
<br />As I pull myself away, she holds my hand
<br />She won't let go off me, but i know i have to go
<br />i wish i could hold on to that hand forever
<br />now that my feelings are true, i wish i could say all that to her
<br />but the guilt prevents me from doing so before i tell her my truth
<br />and that is the biggest punishment for my sins
<br />i can't tell her that lest she never trusts anyone ever again
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<br />she calls out my name, i try to ignore
<br />she pleads in her weak voice not to leave her alone
<br />oh! i wish to die than hear her say that..
<br />it's difficult for me to withhold anything from her
<br />i hold her in my arms and tell her everything.
<br />of the betrayal, of me not being what she always believed to be,
<br />and the love which now is as true as was the deception
<br />and then i stay silent, waiting for the judgement to be delivered
<br />the wind rustles through the leaves and i can hear them whisper
<br />Liar, cheat--- they call me and slap me hard
<br />she opens her eyes and looks into mine, her lips open wide into a smile
<br />"i know it all, sweetie and i have long forgiven you for that",she said
<br />tears run down my eyes, she raises her hand and wipes them
<br />"i love you and i don't regret that,
<br />i don't need anyone or anything now that i have you by my side
<br />you're my present and i worry not about the past
<br />only if you promise to love me till death do us part"
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<br />[sid]
<br />The beasts roar, the sticks rattle
<br />But soon it'll all be over
<br />Rolling and heaving I feel her breaths
<br />There's nothing left to fear
<br />The moon casts a pale shadow
<br />And the wind rustles in my hair
<br />I cling onto her as she draws me near
<br />The ground beneath seems tender and loving and inviting
<br />Her eyes are luminous and bright and sparkling
<br />I kiss her eyes as we fall through the skies;
<br />And she whispers in my ear:
<br />The end is here and there's nothing left to fear
<br />The end is here and there's nothing left to fear</span><br />
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<span class="zj"><i><br /></i> </span></div>Saket Ranjanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16266292852588881242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211964243300125587.post-71387331638831384472011-08-30T20:09:00.000+05:302011-08-30T20:10:17.610+05:30Numb<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Tears didn't come out<br />
They froze in my coldness<br />
Cries were not heard<br />
They were muted as I choked, I felt suffocated<br />
Blackness grew around me<br />
As the darkness started to embrace me<br />
But I felt no pain<br />
Cause finally numbness had found me<br />
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S.R.</div>
Saket Ranjanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16266292852588881242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211964243300125587.post-37602235318121866302011-06-04T00:07:00.000+05:302011-06-04T00:07:11.395+05:30Honour in Killing?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">(1)<br />
It's a proud day for me, the smile on my face shows it<br />
Today I stand amidst these unknown angry people<br />
Knowing that I am like those few<br />
Who also had to face the wrath in their lives<br />
For standing for what they believed in<br />
Just like me, they were hated, punished and killed<br />
But history tells us that these were the ones who brought changes<br />
Who were crowned martyrs, saints and patriots<br />
Some day they will realise why I did that<br />
And why I had to do it<br />
That day, they will acknowledge me as a hero<br />
But even if that day comes not, it won't matter<br />
I'll know I didn't die in vain<br />
I died for my principles, I martyred for our "honour."<br />
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(2)<br />
Face cut, bruise marks on the body, black eyed and handcuffed<br />
He looked as though there can't be a hell worse than that<br />
And yet his half opened eyes were gleaming from satisfaction<br />
The smile on his lips conveyed the happiness he felt from his action<br />
The mere thought of which disgusted me<br />
Seeing him so, turned that into anger<br />
Till that day he was a loving brother<br />
That day he turned a hated killer<br />
He proved that the strongest hatred<br />
Had roots lying in the strongest love<br />
How could he do so and even more, justify it?<br />
Why was there no remorse for an act, so gruesome?<br />
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They had to die, I killed them to protect our honour --- he said<br />
And in this way, a dangerous path for others he laid<br />
One that shall be tread upon by so many others who are blind and misguided<br />
Please stop them, punish them --<br />
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For the honour of those; in the name of honour who are dead.<br />
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<i>Part 1 is loosely based on excerpts from newspapers and built up on that. Not all of it can be verified.</i><br />
<i>Part 2 is my Point of View and a little imagination.</i><br />
<i>Pic courtesy : </i><i><a href="http://mohitbhutra87.blogspot.com/2010/06/there-iz-no-honour-in-killing.html">Mohit Bhutra</a></i><br />
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