तुझे सोच कर आंखे आज भी नम होती हैं ,
हर शै हर ज़र्रे में तू मेरे साथ ,
मेरी हमकदम होती है ,
तुझे भूल कर भी तुझे भूलना कभी आसा न हुआ,
जब भी तुझे भूलना चाहा ,
मेरे सीने में एक चुभन होती है,
मैं चौतरफा फैली इस तन्हाई में तेरे सुराग ढूँढता हूँ,
इस तन्हाई अब मुझे घुटन होती है ,
वो lamhey जो कभी तेरे साथ guzaarey थे,
आज उन lamho से मुझे jalan होती है,
तेरे aaney की ना आस है naa khwahish है मुझे ,
.................................................................
inkomplete....juss like me
Monday, March 9, 2009
poemm
Posted by sumit at 7:03 PM 0 comments
Friday, March 6, 2009
New one day cricket uniform for next world cup in Pakistan
Posted by Vikas Bajpai at 6:49 PM 1 comments
Friday, February 27, 2009
Read it till the end.....good one!!!
Little Bobby came into the kitchen where his mother was making dinner.
His birthday was coming up and he thought this was a good time to tell
his mother what he wanted.
Mom, I want a bike for my birthday.
Little Bobby was a bit of a troublemaker.
He had gotten into trouble at school and at home.
Bobby's mother asked him if he thought he deserved to get a bike for
his birthday.
Little Bobby, of course, thought he did.
Bobby's mother wanted Bobby to reflect on his behavior over the last
year.
Go to your room, Bobby, and think about how you have behaved this
year.
Then write a letter to krishna and tell him why you deserve a bike for
your birthday.
Little Bobby stomped up the steps to his room and sat down to write
krishna a letter.
**************
Letter 1
Dear krishna,
I have been a very good boy this year and I would like a bike for my
birthday.
I want a red one.
Your friend,
Bobby
**************
Bobby knew that this wasn't true. He had not been a very good boy this
year,
So he tore up the letter and started over.
**************
Letter 2
Dear krishna,
This is your friend Bobby. I have been a good boy this year and I
would like
A red bike for my birthday. Thank you.
Your friend,
Bobby
**************
Bobby knew that this wasn't true either. So, he tore up the letter and
started again.
**************
Letter 3
Dear krishna,
I have been an OK boy this year. I still would really like a bike for
my birthday.
Bobby
**************
Bobby knew he could not send this letter to krishna either. So, Bobby
wrote a fourth letter.
**************
Letter 4
krishna,
I know I haven't been a good boy this year. I am very sorry.
I will be a good boy if you just send me a bike for my birthday.
Please! Thank you,
Bobby
**************
Bobby knew, even if it was true, this letter was not going to get him
a bike.
Now, Bobby was very upset. He went downstairs and told his mom that he
wanted to go to temple.
Bobby's mother thought her plan had worked, as Bobby looked very sad.
Just be home in time for dinner, Bobby's mother told him.
Bobby walked down the street to the temple on the corner.
Little Bobby went into the temple and up to the altar.
He looked around to see if anyone was there.
Bobby bent down and picked up a statue of the radha.
He slipped the statue under his shirt and ran out of the temple, down
the street, into the house, and up to his room.
He shut the door to his room and sat down with a piece of paper and a
pen.
Bobby began to write his letter to krishna.
**************
Letter 5
Krishna,
I'VE KIDNAPPED YOUR GIRLFRIEND. IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN, SEND THE
BIKE!!!!!!
Labels: Life......
Posted by Vikas Bajpai at 7:46 PM 4 comments
Monday, February 23, 2009
POEMM.....
today the sun came a bit early,
to behold her charishma ..
today the tide was at its pinacle,
to salute her royalty,
today the birds chirped sweeter,
to match the beauty of her voice,
today the brooks ran swifter,
to match her dextrous steps,
today the flowers bloomed with more aroma,
to overdo her bodily odour,
today the dusk would come a bit early,
to escape her glittering glamour,
today nobody wudd sleep,
to let her majesty reside in solitude...
Posted by sumit at 11:31 AM 2 comments
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
darkness is not insane...
sun fallen from sky
there is a dark outside.
moon light like a chandeliers,
clouds like a ghost image.
breezy weather with a little cold.
moon light falling over spiders web.
vibrating noise of distant insect,
sounding like a wedding singer.
grasses worn drops of water,
beautiful darkness with shadowy images.
silence like under gravestone,
light fighting for her presence.
we all know that dawn is approaching,
darkness always has a fun hidden in it.
every night is follow by a day,
every day is follow by a dark.
darkness does not means sadness,
its something that man get better.
power to stand is not with you,
if darkness wasn't have in you.
power to stand power for stand,
light is not always dare in the end.
darkness does not follow light,
light follow the darkness.
rage and sadness follow the darkness,
darkness is not insane......
written by
Rishabh Shukla
soulofthepeople.blogspot.com
Posted by Unknown at 7:36 PM 5 comments
Monday, February 16, 2009
Is Love All Bulshit ????
This is in response to Rishabh's comment .. Love is all Bullshit ... i just want to say that his comment motivated me to write few lines on the topic... what i feels about it ....
When ur heart gets infected by the virus of love ..
Nothing in this world is then above.
The feelings and emotion takeover ,
U dont get to knw but they hover.
U like evrything that happens ,
even the fights and quarrel ..
The search then begins
for things that make ur love smile
even its just for a small while.
The feelings play crucial role..
And things are left untold .
The words are not enough,
but are the only one to express ..
The moments are captured
And or the most treasured ...
so , Love is not mere emotion
but god's beautiful creation
Through which the souls unite
making lives of each other bright .
The only thing able to handle effect
outrageous feelings, hatred and fights
To remove the evils affecting society
This feeling is the first priority.
Unlike others try to imagine .
ways to evacuate the -ve things
WIth the only one which is love ..
Posted by Navjyot Kaur at 6:53 PM 3 comments