tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69260640517390786872024-03-25T13:48:40.159-07:00Thinking and wondering, walking down the roadNalinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13247264809062087356noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926064051739078687.post-1035578079634690592021-12-02T21:33:00.001-08:002022-11-17T22:44:43.085-08:00<p> कई बार सोचता हूँ कि </p><div>जो सपने पूरे नहीं हो पाते </div><div>वो कहाँ जाते हैं </div><div><br /></div><div><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">कभी </span>न बरसने वाले,</div><div>रुई जैसे सफ़ेद बादलों के साथ </div><div>हवा में पिघल जाते हैं </div><div>या <span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">नन्हीं</span> कश्तियों के कागज़ संग </div><div>पानी में घुल जाते हैं </div><div><br /></div><div>नदी से अलग हुई धार में उतरकर </div><div>किसी पोखर में ठहर जाते हैं </div><div><br /></div><div>या किसी आधी लिखी कविता के जैसे </div><div>कहीं पीले पन्नो में बिसर जाते हैं </div><div><br /></div><div>जो सपने पूरे नहीं हो पाते </div><div>वो कहाँ जाते हैं...</div>Nalinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13247264809062087356noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926064051739078687.post-8790145222502467722014-05-31T00:30:00.003-07:002022-07-21T15:41:34.675-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="background-color: #fce5cd;"><span face="arial, sans-serif" style="color: #222222; font-size: 13px;">पुराने रास्तों को देखकर आज फिर</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span face="arial, sans-serif" style="color: #222222; font-size: 13px;">अपना वक़्त-ए-सफ़र याद </span><span class="il" face="arial, sans-serif" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;">आया</span><span face="arial, sans-serif" style="color: #222222; font-size: 13px;"> </span><span class="il" face="arial, sans-serif" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;">है</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span face="arial, sans-serif" style="color: #222222; font-size: 13px;">कुछ इरादों के टुकड़े, वादों के तगादे</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span face="arial, sans-serif" style="color: #222222; font-size: 13px;">किसी हार का मन में अवसाद </span><span class="il" face="arial, sans-serif" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;">आया</span><span face="arial, sans-serif" style="color: #222222; font-size: 13px;"> </span><span class="il" face="arial, sans-serif" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;">है</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span face="arial, sans-serif" style="color: #222222; font-size: 13px;">ऊपर की बर्थ पे सोया हुआ था कि</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span face="arial, sans-serif" style="color: #222222; font-size: 13px;">नीचे किसी ने कहा </span><span class="il" face="arial, sans-serif" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;">इलाहाबाद</span><span face="arial, sans-serif" style="color: #222222; font-size: 13px;"> </span><span class="il" face="arial, sans-serif" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;">आया</span><span face="arial, sans-serif" style="color: #222222; font-size: 13px;"> </span><span class="il" face="arial, sans-serif" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;">है</span></span></div>
Nalinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13247264809062087356noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926064051739078687.post-21636208859770315872011-08-14T02:29:00.000-07:002011-08-14T02:35:28.016-07:00स्वतंत्रता दिवस<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6PYHz-4cKY6IEgJVC75VVrzsJyemOfX2jA35g4YTv767XiLLbo4LrAt7W0vLGzmFbi_iZ7s5XVicljSOspDKrC9Yz6dEpWWrqP43bPS0O6_kBUeim8eLwCvwKqXjmSzsmjQsuph54zZg/s1600/a0c83_janganman8oa.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6PYHz-4cKY6IEgJVC75VVrzsJyemOfX2jA35g4YTv767XiLLbo4LrAt7W0vLGzmFbi_iZ7s5XVicljSOspDKrC9Yz6dEpWWrqP43bPS0O6_kBUeim8eLwCvwKqXjmSzsmjQsuph54zZg/s200/a0c83_janganman8oa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640642892749876434" border="0" /></a>
<br />सदियों से पिसते
<br />गुलामी कि जंजीरों से घिसते
<br />मन के घावों से रिसते
<br />रहे कुछ सपने स्वतंत्र
<br />
<br />असंख्य बलिदानों का
<br />नई सुबह के अरमानो का
<br />खंडित, आहत आत्म-सम्मानों का
<br />अंततः स्थापित हुआ यह जनतंत्र
<br />
<br />क्यों पर आज ये सपना फीका सा है,
<br />वो आजादी का एह्साह क्या हुआ
<br />वो आशाओं का उल्लास क्या हुआ?
<br />
<br />क्यों ढह रहा है आँखों के आगे
<br />भय स्वार्थ और भ्रष्टाचार
<br />से खोखला होता लोकतंत्र
<br />
<br />इन ढहती दीवारों से उठता
<br />धूल का एक गुबार सा है
<br />जो ढक रहा आज़ादी का सूरज
<br />मन में फिर एक अन्धकार सा है
<br />
<br />करें कुछ ऐसा जतन
<br />जहाँ मन हो स्वतंत्र
<br />भारत बने एक ऐसा मनतंत्रNalinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13247264809062087356noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926064051739078687.post-35714561909617514692011-06-13T23:13:00.000-07:002011-06-13T23:22:43.245-07:00महाभारत एक खोजतोड़ traffic के चक्रव्यूह को<br />प्राणों को धर वेदी पर <br />नित करता है सड़क पार<br />अभिमन्यु, धीर वीर और दक्ष<br /><br />घूम कर देखो कभी<br />सरकारी दफ्तर के गलियारों में<br />एक समूचा इन्द्रप्रस्थ सा<br />प्रस्तुत करता प्रत्येक कक्ष<br /><br />पड़ा नहीं पाला कभी दानवीर का<br />इन स्टेशन के भिकमंगो से<br />वरना कुंडल कवच के साथ साथ<br />खो देता अपने कर्ण वक्ष <br /><br />खिंचते ही रहते हैं चीर यहाँ<br />रोज असंख्य द्रौपदियों के<br />बसों, ट्रेनों फुटपाथों पे<br />विवश पितामह के समक्ष <br /> <br />रण में दोनों ओर खड़ी<br />दुर्योधन कि सेना है<br />क्या करोगे कृष्ण आज<br />लोगे तुम किसका पक्ष <br /><br />लोकतंत्र है यहाँ, यहाँ के सौ करोड़ सम्राट हैं<br />एक-दो नहीं यहाँ पर, सौ करोड़ ध्रितराष्ट्र हैं<br />गली-गली में है कुरुक्षेत्र,<br />लाक्षागृह हर एक इमारत है<br />जीवन में मची हुई रोज यहाँ<br /> एक नई महाभारत है<br />कोई कौरव-पांडव का खेल नहीं<br /> यह आधुनिक भारत है |Nalinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13247264809062087356noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926064051739078687.post-74527658739176865282011-04-26T11:14:00.000-07:002011-06-16T04:45:06.532-07:00Because you are so beautiful!Like sweet vagueness<br />of half forgotten early morning dream<br />Like sparkling charm<br />of a careless youthful stream<br /><br />Like in a crowded strange land<br />comfort of holding a familiar hand<br />Like the liberating smell of early summer rain<br />or on a sad noon, soothing sound of a distant strain<br /><br />Like a heart can feel all that<br />and much more, at a slight<br />sure love can happen<br />and has happened at first sightNalinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13247264809062087356noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926064051739078687.post-80606391208125837582011-03-20T02:43:00.000-07:002011-03-20T03:08:44.923-07:00Holi<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgajL307wymciW5iOBQ6ul1C3D6p1vFvyaf47sI0e5ecPc3OZoh-ZBzFv7Nt11z8SJ2cY1HpNjAMxIcSjX9-n8PZeqpWHErAoVlAfiL4oBmWjI_pFwVr9d8AG8oEQ5uHFk3wMINwEVrEvs/s1600/Holi.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 126px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgajL307wymciW5iOBQ6ul1C3D6p1vFvyaf47sI0e5ecPc3OZoh-ZBzFv7Nt11z8SJ2cY1HpNjAMxIcSjX9-n8PZeqpWHErAoVlAfiL4oBmWjI_pFwVr9d8AG8oEQ5uHFk3wMINwEVrEvs/s200/Holi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586101924627758834" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Slowly climbs the crimson sun<br />from behind the sullen crimson domes<br />This way and that he peers and sees<br />crimson people in crimson homes<br /><br />Beaming through the crimson mist engulfing town<br />Glistening briskly in crimson brooks gurgling down<br /><br />Slanting its rays upon a crimson tower,<br />from where leaps a crimson cascade<br />to greet the street with a crimson shower<br />then drips from her hairs on to cheeks<br />like drops of dew on a crimson flower<br /><br />Warmth of spring and smell of husk<br />There's a crimson shade in my crimson bower<br /></span></span></div></div>Nalinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13247264809062087356noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926064051739078687.post-13435986965280110292009-07-09T05:35:00.000-07:002009-07-09T05:38:07.838-07:00दृढ कितना दिखता था जब आकाश पर था<br />धरती पे आया तो पतंग सा कमज़ोर निकला<br />डूब ही जाता अगर, तो न मैं हैरान होता<br />क्यों आखिर नदी के इसी छोर निकला<br /><br />जहाँ छोड़ के गया था बस्तियां कभी<br />लौटा तो बियाबान कोई घनघोर निकला<br />दीवारें सारी ढह गयीं, दरवाजे मगर खड़े रहे<br />कुछ तो मेरे घर में तूफाँ से भी पुरजोर निकला<br /><br />आवाजें जब सब सो गयीं<br />तो भीतर का कोई शोर निकला<br />रात खाली गगन को तकता रहा<br />शाम का धुंधलका बनके फिर भोर निकलाNalinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13247264809062087356noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926064051739078687.post-71927783984734696852009-02-01T01:10:00.000-08:002009-02-01T01:48:38.876-08:00आशिकी में कुछ इस कदर बेबाक़ हो गई<br />परवाने से पहले शम्मा खुद ख़ाक हो गई<br /><br />इतने जतन से की थी मिलने की तरकीब<br />बरसों की साजिश बस इक इत्तेफाक हो गई<br /><br />बात , मेरे दिल में थी तो संजीदा थी<br />बज्म में उनकी गई तो मजाक हो गई<br /><br />सोचा था फिर न कभी छेडेंगे ये फ़साना पर<br />जब कभी जाम मिला, रात मुश्ताक हो गईNalinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13247264809062087356noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926064051739078687.post-35309132899958616272008-08-27T03:32:00.000-07:002008-08-27T03:33:10.276-07:00<a href="http://www.blogadda.com" title="Visit blogadda.com to discover Indian blogs"> <img src="http://www.blogadda.com/images/blogadda.png" width="80" height="15" border="0" alt="Visit blogadda.com to discover Indian blogs" /></a>Nalinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13247264809062087356noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926064051739078687.post-12554184252849303972008-04-21T22:25:00.000-07:002008-05-01T04:14:30.189-07:00<p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="">Wo khud parasti au fir poochna mera<o:p></o:p><br />Ke akhir iss berukhi ka sabab kya hai<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="">Daur-o-dastoor se rahun begaana <o:p></o:p><br />Main nahin jaanta adab kya hai<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="">khatawar hun, </span><span style="">mujhko </span><span style="">jo chahe do saza<o:p></o:p><br />mat socho bamuujib deen-o-mazab kya hai<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="">rahe jo iss husn ke aage be-sazda </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="">wo sar bhi kat jaye to gazab kya hai</span></p>Nalinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13247264809062087356noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926064051739078687.post-40594675279082964822007-09-23T00:40:00.000-07:002007-09-23T02:37:00.405-07:00Ta-aruf<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKffSd7LYyoqs9HopDglYi2U_AMhrF17pL1H-POZZfi-hkr0S9a-Uu_rApU9bvhsDXcqRFzjY_B2nNBeBwsIYi7YEm2B3PF131Dsc626WU01hmbNuArQp5zO7yA0QmezGhOoIdxHWSTG0/s1600-h/ta_aruruf.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113330968339572706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKffSd7LYyoqs9HopDglYi2U_AMhrF17pL1H-POZZfi-hkr0S9a-Uu_rApU9bvhsDXcqRFzjY_B2nNBeBwsIYi7YEm2B3PF131Dsc626WU01hmbNuArQp5zO7yA0QmezGhOoIdxHWSTG0/s200/ta_aruruf.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOurEDDNJzb0TXcepVxCI_dB8JPC3PQPoz2bKlMzIJbsMUjdQvTkGia2azPYG4oL9kAx7nzVamM2AgyBAADise1oTH0TyOcSFGvRa2UlcMAMdhcOj-MFjL4o79tlWkUyVIJAd_6F3YT1M/s1600-h/ta_aruruf.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><em>iss se pehle ke ta-aruf ke liye </em><br /><em>mil paate kuch alfaaz</em><br /><em>wo hamein</em></div><div><em>humse behtar samajhne lage</em></div></div>Nalinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13247264809062087356noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926064051739078687.post-60529503151429476642007-07-10T02:02:00.000-07:002007-07-12T02:17:13.850-07:00Baatein<em><span style="color:#663366;">Chaurahon pe khade log aksar<br />Baatein karte hain<br />Kabhi chand ki sitaron ki<br />Kabhi bichde huey yaron ki<br />Behti hui hawaon ki<br />Guzri hui bahaaron ki<br /><br />Kuch ban.tey hain khud nazaare<br />Kuch baatein karte hain nazaaron ki<br />Adh jhuki palkon ki<br />Aankhon se huey isharon ki<br /><br />Baatein liye dhoop ki tapish<br />Kabhi nami phuharon ki<br />Aati hui lehron ki<br />Doobtey huey kinaron ki<br /><br />Achi lagti hain hame wo saari baatein<br />Siwaye jab wo poochte hain</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#663366;">Hamse hamaron ki </span></em>Nalinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13247264809062087356noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926064051739078687.post-8141522467216501762007-06-15T09:50:00.000-07:002007-06-15T10:09:59.974-07:00Nite, dreemz n fireflies<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNcNuzW4MgmSnIHjlqq3-b5P-NyrCmoMBQxpf1NZnk25Q-4yfb1acnXfTZf3a-u95wb2hkbXoej_FEXPGpi6b3j0uxqbGqkALnZRotcFsQuYU6unIPSH33RfPm2P7hBrK7FAks7h-tLG0/s1600-h/pond-fireflies.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNcNuzW4MgmSnIHjlqq3-b5P-NyrCmoMBQxpf1NZnk25Q-4yfb1acnXfTZf3a-u95wb2hkbXoej_FEXPGpi6b3j0uxqbGqkALnZRotcFsQuYU6unIPSH33RfPm2P7hBrK7FAks7h-tLG0/s320/pond-fireflies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076339331729449346" border="0" /></a><br /><br />O! dear fire fly<br />why are you so shy<br />Come hither! come hither<br />and we shall sit together<br /><br />You remain awake the whole night<br />for some reason unknown<br />come hither, O lovely bright<br />so that i can tell you mine own<br /><br />The fire in you never burns you<br />but makes you shine<br />and such a fire lies<br />in this heart of mine<br /><br />When darkness falls on night skies<br />a silky dream creeps into my eyes<br />for the fear that it might break<br />with the morning light<br />I keep myself awake<br />through the whole long nightNalinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13247264809062087356noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926064051739078687.post-89825289744070675592007-06-08T21:47:00.000-07:002007-06-15T10:58:10.253-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tribuneindia.com/2006/20060806/spectrum/s2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.tribuneindia.com/2006/20060806/spectrum/s2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(134, 135, 164);">Pata nahin koi jaadu tha woh !</span></em></strong></div> <div><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(134, 135, 164);">ya bas kuch baadal thhe pighle...</span></em></strong></div> <div><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(134, 135, 164);">ek chhatri k neechey</span></em></strong></div> <div><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(134, 135, 164);">hum thhe, tum thhe</span></em></strong></div> <div><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(134, 135, 164);">aadhey sukhe, aadhey geelay</span></em></strong></div> <div><strong><em></em></strong> </div> <div><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(134, 135, 164);"><br />Kitna kuch lekar hum thhe miley!</span></em></strong></div> <div><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(134, 135, 164);">kuch uljhi si bhaavnayen</span></em></strong></div> <div><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(134, 135, 164);">thodi si zidd</span></em></strong></div> <div><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(134, 135, 164);">aur dher saare shikve giley....</span></em></strong></div> <div><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(134, 135, 164);">lekin bas pal bhar mein</span></em></strong></div> <div><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(134, 135, 164);">gira diye thhe tez hawa ne</span></em></strong></div> <div><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(134, 135, 164);">shaakhon per jitne patte thhey peelay</span></em></strong></div> <div><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(134, 135, 164);">ek chhatri k neechay</span></em></strong></div> <div><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(134, 135, 164);">hum thhe, tum thhe</span></em></strong></div> <div><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(134, 135, 164);">aadhey sukhe , aadhey geelay</span></em></strong></div> <div><strong><em></em></strong> </div> <div><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(134, 135, 164);"><br />Bheegay huey raaston pe haath pakad kar</span></em></strong></div> <div><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(134, 135, 164);">hum hans rahe thhe apni nadani per</span></em></strong></div> <div><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(134, 135, 164);">per kehte thhe palkon k baadal</span></em></strong></div> <div><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(134, 135, 164);">abhi baras padenge ye nain nasheelay</span></em></strong></div> <div><strong><em></em></strong> </div> <div><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(134, 135, 164);">har oar baras rahe thhe megh</span></em></strong></div> <div><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(134, 135, 164);">aur baras raha thha neh<br /></span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(134, 135, 164);">ek chhatri k neechey</span></em></strong></div> <div><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(134, 135, 164);">hum thhe, </span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(134, 135, 164);">tum thhe</span></em></strong></div> <div><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(134, 135, 164);">aadhe sukhey , aadhe geelay</span></em></strong></div>Nalinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13247264809062087356noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926064051739078687.post-47057693997109194932007-05-21T00:09:00.000-07:002007-06-08T23:25:35.911-07:00My experiments with love - an autobiography<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU7a63NCKaxGBz80tQNhyphenhyphenzD9TCPCGYGOLGkddezis2rSWbjthWb8RYOwgjOPnqN0lJopqqYIh6nFSlheXFM7gB3X-ocEEPtrg0v5mpoA0B1cE78nLjkgzC18-3BZAvaUklESHaWEJ8uqc/s1600-h/chemistry.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">मेरे िजगर पर वार कर गये</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">उनकी नज़रों के ballastic missile</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">यूं </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">ि</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">खंचा मेर</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">ा</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">िदल</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> उनके </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">िदल</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> की तरफ</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">जैसे nucleus की तरफ </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">िं</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">खचता है nucleophile</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">देखते ही देखते िदलों का ऐसा rearrangement हो गया</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">मेरे </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">िदल</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> का delocalisation permanent हो गया </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">जहां कभी था एक धड़कता हुआ </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">िदल</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">मेरे सीने का वो orbital अब vacant हो गया</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">धीरे धीरे </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">िदल</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> का </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">ि</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">फर </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">िदल</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> से agreement हो गया</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">और प्यार का bond, coordinate से covalent हो गया</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">पर </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">ि</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">जस reaction की feasibilty पर मुझे इतना गुमान था</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">उस reaction की reversibility का नहीं त</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">ि</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">नक अनुमान था</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">अब तनहा पड़ा इस jar में,</span> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRl5FTnhdSnoo9G4nmZbDFpbdxpcYgX0vMugzMS3lPeccwwkFFll0UbdDklUeZDeqhKce1bmtH7BgLHD0yXcc3aFONn7Xr5HefmKJ-kJRcotoyBwIxYGRwZQxptLqriXD9ukiOVILljgI/s1600-h/chmstrynw.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066934447186236306" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRl5FTnhdSnoo9G4nmZbDFpbdxpcYgX0vMugzMS3lPeccwwkFFll0UbdDklUeZDeqhKce1bmtH7BgLHD0yXcc3aFONn7Xr5HefmKJ-kJRcotoyBwIxYGRwZQxptLqriXD9ukiOVILljgI/s320/chmstrynw.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">सोच रहा संसार में</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">stability और affinity में</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">कौन </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">ि</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">कसका आधार है</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">periodic table में जो नीचे हैं</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">bonding में भी वो पीछे हैं</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">क्यों छीने हे प्रभु तुमने</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">उनके सारे अ</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">ि</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">धकार हैं</span></div>Nalinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13247264809062087356noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926064051739078687.post-71682788386605383352007-05-10T05:04:00.000-07:002007-05-10T05:22:39.833-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKZtCvwOnIiZiV0pOimXViHN5GOwxtHI5Uso21bNPI-5P-w4UUP7uqnDcWHgg-W-hmkW-KIdDxLqJ8oZgn49iJBxQSO8F7iehKy3tDn9wuKInrt6bI-yL3_BRai0QVpVn-V_ofgEQTb6Y/s1600-h/mistyRoad.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062906142236360914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKZtCvwOnIiZiV0pOimXViHN5GOwxtHI5Uso21bNPI-5P-w4UUP7uqnDcWHgg-W-hmkW-KIdDxLqJ8oZgn49iJBxQSO8F7iehKy3tDn9wuKInrt6bI-yL3_BRai0QVpVn-V_ofgEQTb6Y/s400/mistyRoad.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#996633;">Rasta hai dhuaan dhuaan sa</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#996633;">manzil ki khabar nahin</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#996633;">Safar hai lamba aur</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#996633;">saath koi hamsafar nahin</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#996633;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#996633;">Dhundh ke parde par yaadon ke saaye</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#996633;">saath chalte hain kuch door </span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#996633;">phir kho jaate hain kahin</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#996633;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#996633;">Aye kaash ke phir milen hum</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#996633;">kisi raah ke kisi mod par</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#996633;">phir se banayein ek nai pehchaan</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#996633;">phir chal padein unhi ajnabee raaston par</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#996633;">dhoondtey hue apne hi pairon ke nishaan</span></em></div><br /><div><span style="color:#996633;"></span></div>Nalinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13247264809062087356noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926064051739078687.post-36725285700675928882007-04-24T03:51:00.000-07:002007-04-24T03:58:26.192-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTvTJi3pfCJhSU555MIJnYYmChExcY-Qu7dRPxXR8bY6EDffaZRuFmQo3tz8XWEg4kcEYUpcsfGDgeC0op8_wwuJzA_U3tST_Ol55xKl6y8Pa4emDbGNM-uPA-Naq0MrOfGeJwgaJDXeo/s1600-h/dew.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056947216402067202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTvTJi3pfCJhSU555MIJnYYmChExcY-Qu7dRPxXR8bY6EDffaZRuFmQo3tz8XWEg4kcEYUpcsfGDgeC0op8_wwuJzA_U3tST_Ol55xKl6y8Pa4emDbGNM-uPA-Naq0MrOfGeJwgaJDXeo/s400/dew.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"> bas chand lamhon ke liye</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"> gul se shabnam ki mulakaat hoti hai</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"> jab kisi ka din nikalta hai</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"> to kisi ki raat hoti hai</span></em></div>Nalinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13247264809062087356noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926064051739078687.post-86078227649536083652007-04-21T08:53:00.000-07:002007-04-22T03:24:45.354-07:00An ode to the woman in ankita's sketch<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwWK0hYFaKQcwxzbOh0GGnQ-5wdzp1Id1FiY7uATcQ0Yf6VLfJUogFuwhX9W7PfbbBq2_pQk4vJ_6iivRchB6VkTT-OhG-Tr7UvbKM0uk2piSoTtDgBYG0ANIa1QrwIe-RzAvNFkc17yk/s1600-h/ankitaArt.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055910875153280754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwWK0hYFaKQcwxzbOh0GGnQ-5wdzp1Id1FiY7uATcQ0Yf6VLfJUogFuwhX9W7PfbbBq2_pQk4vJ_6iivRchB6VkTT-OhG-Tr7UvbKM0uk2piSoTtDgBYG0ANIa1QrwIe-RzAvNFkc17yk/s400/ankitaArt.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">Wish I knew where she abides<br />What are the fears that she hides<br />Behind this unimpassioned face<br />The frailty behind this stoic grace <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT8HKFKRKvt0B8ZSanl1vqjoHnm7v7kCJkdCHCbLq9BsFbAhxZHhKrGfUsT2VH0k3aupWTkKKR4qtjtgQ7sSWKXs1HdHiz5wWCHwzMYH7fXodzq9Nq50ZIsgPtCXUW6pH-V0G3cvHLR40/s1600-h/ankitaArt.jpg"></a><br />I wish that I knew.<br /><br />Though devoid of colors<br />Yet so full of lure<br />Is there a contempt in her eyes?<br />Or she just wants to be sure<br />I wish that I knew<br /><br />Is this ivy or myrtles<br />She wears in her braided hair<br />In her heart is love which kindles<br />Or just a fleeting flare</span></em><br /></div><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">How I wish, that I knew !</span></em></div></div>Nalinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13247264809062087356noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926064051739078687.post-58014645085577504672007-04-15T05:23:00.000-07:002007-04-18T22:30:54.609-07:00A morass of blues<em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;">My window overlooks a landscape<br />But I keep it closed to ward off the chilly air<br />And for the view outside I don’t much care<br />For I know only too well what lies out there--<br />An old road, on which I never saw any one pass,<br />By the white mist, shrouding a blue morass<br /><br />Often in sleepless nights I walk up to the window<br />With cold, lifeless darkness pervading outside<br />The glass of window mirrors only what’s inside<br />Thinking about the blue morass<br />And the road no more in use<br />In the panes I see reflected<br />Pangs of failures and a morass of blues<br /><br />This morning, shafts of golden light<br />Filtered to my bed through the window’s sieves<br />With disbelieving wonder I heard<br />Punctuated by calls of cuckoo bird<br />Distant rustling of the leaves<br />Curious, I opened the window<br />So sure of finding the abandoned road and the blue morass</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;">But what I saw was clear blue sky spread over lush green grass </span></em>Nalinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13247264809062087356noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926064051739078687.post-83769675264789012502007-04-12T06:41:00.000-07:002007-04-12T10:56:52.167-07:00Bhoot hun main<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP3Ux6uE07wvto0K8H6zOfA2Lmb0owz7eFIQPYAuRfLrgJ92xGObHby0aunF7TM9ekeBmMvf49AhKn_qo5gZH7zQf_-_ijCJM6zhOGxwPbailyP6zc3woc1u0B9rjIv0-QUkFLLO8ddq0/s1600-h/DSC00341.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP3Ux6uE07wvto0K8H6zOfA2Lmb0owz7eFIQPYAuRfLrgJ92xGObHby0aunF7TM9ekeBmMvf49AhKn_qo5gZH7zQf_-_ijCJM6zhOGxwPbailyP6zc3woc1u0B9rjIv0-QUkFLLO8ddq0/s320/DSC00341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052602114191649074" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" ><em>shunya se jab jeevan nikal gaya</em></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" ><em>to baki reh gaya kaal</em></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" ><em>jhoot, paap aur bhay ka janjaal</em></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" ><em>maut jahan nigalti jeevan ko</em></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" ><em>aise bhayawah shamshanon mein</em></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" ><em>ghor ghane biyabanon mein</em></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" ><em>barfeeli sard chattanon mein</em></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" ><em>soonsaan makanon mein</em></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" ><em>rehta main har jagah hun</em></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" ><em>milta par kahin nahin hun</em></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" ><em>paida hota mann mein</em></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" ><em>mann ka par main waham nahin hun</em></span>Nalinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13247264809062087356noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926064051739078687.post-16536356539990140142007-04-12T04:54:00.000-07:002007-05-10T05:30:50.594-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKpMBUdeR3XegSOagcWBqqY5Tc8JMy6ZnKRKaqUjQxYlLTSSjv_ZevW8vXSI5j8elIrVRJdXJoJYVatpZu-bWiMPOo86iqRjtC7fTchjxqcO6Q_4HQAqihfxlL-BYowj7rY4noEu0A56g/s1600-h/leafless3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052514780326652162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKpMBUdeR3XegSOagcWBqqY5Tc8JMy6ZnKRKaqUjQxYlLTSSjv_ZevW8vXSI5j8elIrVRJdXJoJYVatpZu-bWiMPOo86iqRjtC7fTchjxqcO6Q_4HQAqihfxlL-BYowj7rY4noEu0A56g/s320/leafless3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;">shaakh se gira k patton ko</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#663300;">fiza ne darakht se kaha</span></em><br /><div><em><span style="color:#663300;">'kitne badal gaye ho tum'</span></em></div>Nalinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13247264809062087356noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926064051739078687.post-42533506581429067282007-04-12T04:18:00.000-07:002007-04-12T04:36:23.333-07:00Nostalgia<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyGCJQiljgIh2mRnq5me2UW8Yx8vS1esVRXqTKItMb-sW6IYMP8S6N_6gcWzK4wObfmEC6N1WYvPPGEaoB6vvxXS3uHDheIg2qIdVgkOzgbzRg7-2VC3Ah-Fat_q6egzNUNKQDCprZmxU/s1600-h/road2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052504064383248610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyGCJQiljgIh2mRnq5me2UW8Yx8vS1esVRXqTKItMb-sW6IYMP8S6N_6gcWzK4wObfmEC6N1WYvPPGEaoB6vvxXS3uHDheIg2qIdVgkOzgbzRg7-2VC3Ah-Fat_q6egzNUNKQDCprZmxU/s320/road2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"><em>While lying in the ruins of past<br />I often road to my destination behold<br />on its grassy surface i view<br />strewn like morning dew<br />my dreams growing old<br /><br />Beneath the white tufts of clouds crossing the vast blue sky<br />while lying in these ruins I' ve seen, seasons come and go by<br />On a misty morning,my road often disappears<br />and when autumn leaves are falling<br />a desolate look it bears<br />but again its hung with fragrant flowers<br />when joy comes down in careless showers<br /><br />I long to walk that road<br />which I' ve long seen<br />wet and dry<br />but to leave these ruins<br />I'm not very keen<br />one may wonder why<br /><br />What lies in these ruins<br />that doesn't lets me leave<br />maybe, its mellow melancholy<br />which some memories weave<br />or its isolation,where no one hears my sighs<br />or may be its darkness<br />which lets me escape even my own eyes<br /><br />But now on this dawn when my path lies glittering in the sun<br />I decide to these ruins some other day I shall return<br />I may return someday to relish<br />delectable memories of the past<br />but today I move out to cherish<br />my dreams - for they may not forever last</em></span></div>Nalinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13247264809062087356noreply@blogger.com3