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Kuch Jagah ki killat lagti hai inn akeli bheed ki galiyon main Kuch Jagah ki killat lagti hai inn sukhi suni si ankhiyon main Chal raha kahan tu tez bata Ruk teher zara aur aas jata Kuch nikal bahar aur bheed main ja Kuch shor to sun, apni awaaz utta Kuch jagah ki killat lagti hai inn khali neend ki ratiyon main Kiss guud vichaar main dubba tu Har jagah doond raha mansuba tu Dil khol zara aur

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I saw her, leaning over the balcony railing. I stopped and waved at her. She waved back , smiling like the sun breaking through the clouds… Kal raat meri aankhon ne fir mujhse ye shikayat ki Ki fir maine teri nigahon mein kho jaane ki himakat ki Fir bola maine khud ko ki tujhse nazrein hata loon Ki tabhi teri kaifiyat mein mashroof meri hasraton ne mujhse khilafat ki Who tera palkon ko

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My first ever romantic poem or shayari if you will. Don’t know where it came from I guess I must be going through one of those few warm and fuzzy moments. Believe me they seldom strike. I read this at the back of a book called “Looking for Alaska”. Alaska being the name of the girl the protagonist falls in love with. If people were rain, I was a drizzle and she was a hurricane… Here Goes

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Solitude can only help you find yourself but individuality stands out only in a crowd... Aakele mein Dekha Khud ko to socha maine ki Kitna adhoora hoon main Fir nikla main apni reguzhar par, milla uss bheed se to paya Kitna poora hoon main...

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Kuch to likh raha hoon main, inn soti soti si palakon main Kuch to likh raha hoon main, unn bholi bhooli si yaadon se Kuch to likh raha hoon main, sahi galat ki iss sihyayi se Kuch to likh raha hoon main, aaj aur kal ke beech bachey inn panno main Kuch tajoorbon ki baatein Kuch kalpanaon ki kahani Koi ganna gun gunane layak Koi kissa doston ko sunane layak Kuch to likh raha hoon

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We met me and her in a dark deep alley She looked like a book I had long back read "Just a few more steps" came her voice She drew closer with my every breath She looked heavenly, her face had a bewildering glow My thoughts stopped at her serene eyes, looking at me, stemming the flow A blank struck me as she took my hand and pointed in a direction I looked at her

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Nangey paav chaley theey hum uss tapti dhoop ki chadar mein Kabhi aise challey ki waqt tham jaye Kabhi aise tehrey ki waqt ruk na paye Kuch aisi baatein hui ki kuch kaha hi nahin Kuch aisi khamoshiyan hui ki kuch kehne ko raha hi nahin Kabhi aisi mulakatein ki laga hum hai kitne anjaan Kabhi bin milley hi laga ki hum hai ek samaan Kuch yaadein aisi thi jo bewajah hassi

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Raat ko mere aankh mein aaya, ek adhoora sapna Us sapne se poocha maine, kis mitti ka bana hai tu Adha adhoora iss palak se uss palak ghoomta hai Din main jo aankhein beech loon to bhi to tu peecha na chodta hai Raat ko aa aakar aankhon main toot ta hai Shant akela semha sa kabhi andhere kabhi ujaale mein kya doondta hai Kissi se kuch na kehta hai Tu kyun chup chup sa

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Kal rah pe chalte chalte, ek udte patey se poocha maine Har jhokein se tu bhidta hai, pag pe chalte har prani ke pairon ki maar tu sehta hai Kisi se kuch na kehta hai Tu kyun chup chup rehta hai Woh bola mujhse, jhokon ka kaam to hai behna woh teri taap bhujatein hai Pairon ka kaam to hai badna, ye tujhko aagey le jaatein hai Hai shor bahut iss duniya main jis shor ka koi aant nahin

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Like a dream she comes dressed in light Like the mesmerizing fog on a wintery night She stares at you with a beaming gaze With a brisk smile she, mends the fractured faith Like a dream she comes close to me And paints a picture I could never see Writes a verse I have never heard And sings a song I have never hummed Like a dream she comes to say Spread your arms and embrace a new

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Unfazed by what I had asked, he stood there for a while My arm in one hand and a gun in the other, He shot him with a smile The body lying there, silent, cold and unmoving He stared at it holding my hand, smiling He knelt down to the body and whispered to it It’s happened, I told you, and I won It will happen again, voice came from the body, I will come back, we are not

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Ask a tree and he will tell you Some things you should never tow They leave me every year and every year they are born new Its nature you buffoon, just ask the moon I grow for 14 and die the next 14 Longing for a day of dark to enjoy a day of light Losing or winning? I don’t have time for such a fight It’s worthless to be part of such a fray Its  nature you buffoon, if you don't

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The one that had won all and was meant to lead the way The one that went astray Some say he is present all around And yet Love was nowhere to be found Gliding like a snake, he instills fear Lives far away but appears to be so near Treacherous and malicious, adulterous he was Betrayal was in his nature, luck never understood laws Born and raised amidst joy and love Beloved

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Have you ever been there, in the middle of nowhere… There, where the grounds are covered with winter snow and the trees carry brand new spring leaves Where, your mind, blurs the past from your memories, and a future in your eyes, it weaves There, where the worlds both black and white become pointless The white harsh sun, the clouds grey paint a rainbow Have you ever been there, in the

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I am a night and you are my sunshine…. I walk this earth, through the crowd Through the jungles old and new - of concrete and trees Through animals old and new - evolved and evolving Silent… blank… talking through you Lost in thought, never asleep, I live through you I have no voice but the noise you make I have no light but the flashes you create You are my day, you are

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The walls red, blood everywhere, you slither in a dark deep corner Amidst the cries of god and fate The noises created by crime and hate You jeer watching the world tear, divided in greed and jealousy Standing as one, the best of friends, Kith and Kin, you even smile in their misery The walls red, blood everywhere, you slither in a dark deep corner You smirk watching people fall apart and

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12/100 - the numbers were written inside a red circle and the word Fail written below it with the same ink. This is what the front page of the four page exam sheet he was staring at said… I still remember, we were born together, Me, Him, FG, and P. Life was clear, life was free. We would play for hours, fall down and get up, fail and try to succeed again…it was all just what anyone could want…

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I know a lot of you might have already seen this in your mails but I had such a laugh while reading this one that I couldn't resist... This is actually awesome... We definitely know how to sell our services... :)))

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Not a big fan of reality shows or television I usually am out of touch with what goes on in the world of the Idiot Box, but this was definitely worth seeing. Britains Got Talent 2008 finalists Signature during their auditions. Simply awesome... Have been listening to this song on the loop... Here we go again Baanh Farh Ke Nachan Nu Jee Karda, Ki Kariye Nachna Aunda Nayi Baanh Farh Ke Nachan

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Courtesy: deadspin.com Remember when you got your first job. How, happy you were, not able to control the joy that this piece of paper called the offer letter had given you. The fruit of all that work that you had been doing was right there in your hand. You felt that this is it, your opportunity to change the world as you see it is here. You are on the road to making a huge name for yourself

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It rains for a day and the whole of Delhi Stops. Who so ever said time never stops should have come to Delhi on a rainy day. I had a similar opportunity yesterday and was stuck in a jam for 2 whole hours on a route which normally would take me around half an hour. But this jam was not bad, it was like sitting on a toilet seat, by the way who so ever said that the best ideas come to you in a

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The first thing that comes to my mind whenever it’s raining is the famous Rain Man Problem in physics. Man it was so damn hard to find the relative velocity of the drops falling from the top when the man is walking in east or west direction. To make it worse they used to change the angle of the raindrops falling on the man and then made the man run. The result, well the faster you run the wetter

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Really I don't understand why is an idea depicted by a bulb. I am just not able to understand. An idea can actually never be a bulb. Bulbs are just so normal. You switch them on and there they are giving a yellow creepy light, its so damn easy. Bulbs are convenient ideas. They cannot ever pass for a good idea. Its just not happening.  An idea (I will put this one in capital and large

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Winters, sweaters, mufflers, skull caps, at some places snow and at others its still really hot... But still none the less.....Decorate the tree, wear red caps, have some rum cake and well drink some wine...Vaguely remember the days when I used to go to school in shorts thinking why seniors should be allowed to wear pants. What was wrong with the school, making me wear a full length blazer and

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In this one I take a leaf out of my friend Sid's book or blog rather... BTW I am sure most of you know what is Fiction 55. In case you don't know let me tell you what wikipedia tells me... 55 Fiction is a form of microfiction that refers to the works of fiction limited to a maximum of fifty-five words... So here goes nothing...He was running in a green field with wind blowing across his face, he

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