Take your chances, O' lonely soul, Lest the passions are abating, Seek the comforts of present not the past, for The time rushes while these keep on debating. Worried of the chances that you will lose? But equal are that of winning, if not more, What use is such caution in what to choose? When… Continue reading Chances
कहते हैं कि भारतवर्ष में आज़ादी की आजकल नई घटा है छायी,जब अपने ही वीर सपूतों की निंदा करने की कुछ लोगों ने है स्वतंत्रता पायी।अपने ही हाथों जिनसे मातृभूमि का गला घोंटा जाता है,उन लोगों को आजकल देश में आज़ाद कहा जाता है। रहते हैं जो उच्च दबाव में, तूफानों में, वीरानों में, शून्य… Continue reading आज़ाद
Is a poet not a poet unless he is known? Or unless his name, upon the carcass of a tree, Blinding, in golden letters beautifully shone? Is he not someone, to lead with might, and raise a din of soundless voice, to address every whim in the world's plight? It is said, 'The pen is… Continue reading The Poet
For those who are sad, in despair, giving up or just disappointed and discouraged. This will help and give you strength, you might be able to relate at least a few lines to your own life. When crossroads came and I had to, I always chose the hardest of them all, they bent me in those… Continue reading Fearless
I wrote this some time back. Though the situation is very different now, the feeling was worth writing about. A warm summer's sweet delight, closer, looking in her eyes, sitting huddled in the sand, beside the tides, earth's heaving sighs. Passions high, entangled limbs, kisses balmier than a rose's lips. Sunset, dusk and moonlit… Continue reading Embrace
Oh! How exquisite are the flowers! How enthralling their smell! that wafts with the breeze. How poised is the moon! gleaming above, full with beauty, hooking the heart with such an ease. In the moonlight there stood she, a hand outstretched, lazily, towards me, a wounded battle-scarred young man which shook of terrible aches of… Continue reading Mine?