I accidentally got into the mellow moods of Mirza Ghalib and now there is no end. Sometimes , there is just a vague recollection and the immediate thing that comes to mind is some vague humming , some just a void that is required perfection of thought and I am sure it never stops at… Continue reading Mirza Ghalib , and his Nazms.
May be , one has to live to it . Every time , something has to be looked upto , one has to check interiors . There are messages that are inscribed in the body linguistics , psyche potion and that makes up for the cluttered emotion . I am not apt asking provisions but… Continue reading You are What you are .
Dwarfing in its way , the each and every moon beam Silence descended . And something got it going , When it met back with Silence. A Silenced Silence.
And that means , walking long strides. मुझे चलने की सोहबत से मोहब्बत है। रास्ता मेरी मंज़िल , कारवां मेरा भी वही
सरे राह चल रही हूँ , ना मालूम मंज़िल का नामों निशाँ But then again , have to walk , the way though never as not it. I will walk , tirelessly till it tires me.
कुछ बहते हुए बहाव, और सैलाबों को रोकना कठिन है आसमानों और लावों को मोड़ना कठिन है। Certain things are damn tricky to bring around , to come around and that might mean going in circles huge ones.
Just personal they are , those momentums. Spent together. Those equations woven together , those silent words spoken together . And the forbidden fruits , swallowed together , bit by bit , bites in bites. Tremendous personal strides. walked together.