Mujhey apni pehchaan chahiye

~~Mujhey apni pehchaan chahiye~~

kaun hoon mein mujhey apni pehchaan chahiye,

kiska hai intezaar mujhey kaun sa jahaan chahiye,

kya mushkil,kya pareshani,kiski chinta hai mujhey?

kis kashti ki aakhir mujhey wo unchi udan chahiye?

kya khwab,kya hadsa,akhir sach hai kya?

kis khwahish ke khuda ki kaun si ajan chahiye?

kisi bhi jannat se akhir kaun kab aaya hai?

kiske aaney ka intezaar mujhey kaisa armaan chahiye?

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Ajay Gautam said…

Hi, I've read ur poems. U have written very well all of them, but this one is so touching. keep rocking :)

March 8, 2009 at 9:57 PM

Esc

Red-green-yellow. Lights. Lights off. Silence. The night and owl stories. Lust. Loneliness. He called up. Late in the night and remained silent until he could sleep. She listened to his silence and the monster who wanted to drink blood, not rain. He was not in love. He was honest enough to tell her. She was happy to read him, blindly. The script was being written. She read many... many more.... At times, she prayed to be saved. At times, she got tangled. Then he held her hand, showed her love... She searched for keys. Hastily. Gasping. Pressing. Backspace. DEL. Esc.

P.S. - Something Unspoken

Hey Vish how are you? I am great darling . How about you? I am good. What’s up? Nothing . I was just having a little booze party with my best friend. Who? Shanky? Yeah ! Who else could be? Wao ! What’s wao in this? No , I mean its good you are with Shanky. Now you will introduce me to him. Right! Shut up! Please Vish … let me once speak to him.. I like him. Why ? What have you seen in him ? Nothing , just his name is nice and I think he would not be lunatic like you… What? Lunatic ! Oh ! Great… listen Jeanie don’t take his name otherwise … What otherwise? Common you are a friend and you behave as if I am your girlfriend. … ok Fine! Go … talk to him. No… leave it now! ( After a brief pause) Jeanie! Yeah! ……… ( A long silence creeps in) Say Vish! Nothing. Vish! I want to tell you something. I made a blunder. What Jeanie? Vish … I got involved in s** with somebody …. Someone who is married… ohh… but not physically it was something … mental s**… I don’t know how to explain everything.. You

when colors speak...

It is so real, isn't it? I loved the colors... Woods are calling me.... A silence... A path... A spiritual feeling... drowning in Orange effect - Vincent Van Gogh

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