Lines by Ustaad Ankit
(With some contribution from Varun and Yours truly)
Oye mere pyaare pissoo,
Khaeraati kheer ke sade hue piste
Ghusi hui chaddi ki androoni cheekh,
Halwai ki kachodi mein kaankhon ki khurchan,
Phate hue phode ke chhittre hue pus,
Baansi kaddhi mein ubaal,
Chipkali ki jhaaton ka paseena,
Dast ki dastak se daraar mein seelan…
Veer ka veerya veergati prapt kar chuka hai.
Pareshan mat ho,
Balgam mat chabao
Kaddoo katega sab mein batega.
And wot is lappad ke sulle?
Rhythm of life
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Shayari by Ustad Neera
Apne ko pehchanne mein taumra lag jaati hai
Kisi aur ko pehchane ki himaakat kaise keejiye?
Ye pehchaan ka silsila gar bhula deejiye
To bhi zindagi buri nahi jaati hai!
It takes a lifetime to recognise oneself
How should one dare to try and recognise someone else...
Even if you let go of this struggle to recognise
Life may not be much worse.
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Ehsaason ko zubaan deti hai Kingfisher
Ehsaason ko zubaan deti hai Kingfisher..
Ehsaas naa bhi ho..
Tab bhi zubaan deti hai Kingfisher!
Beer gives a voice to emotions…
Beer gives a voice to emotions
Even when there are no emotions
Beer gives a voice to them!
(Never knew my mother was a shaayar/ poet.)
Shiva Sundaram falls
Swam in a lake under a waterfall.. the sunlight cut through making pillars of light in the green water.. and fish swam with me. and I had to jump in with all my clothes on as I had no change. So I dragged a lot of weight around.. unlike the boys in their itsy underwear. Lonely swimming in unknown opaque depths…and there was a constant feeling that some scaly monster would wrap its tentacle around my ankle and pull me down to violet violence.
Reminded me of Shakespeare`s words:
``There are a sort of men whose visages
Do cream and mantle like a standing pond,
With purpose to be dressed in an opinion
Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit``
Crash landing
Here I am, trying to keep blood off my elbows and my parents absolutely insist that I use sunscreen. A moment ago, this guy suddenly decided to cross the road, without a backward glance. And I banged into him, squeezing my forward brakes instead of the rear ones, like a moron. Remember what they told you in Ladakh “Back brakes, Back brakes” I tell myself as my bike somersaults and I leapfrog over the handle bar. And wham.. I land on my chest and elbows, bottom up. Chin up and out so that my face remained clear. Wham in the dust. And the imbecile who decided to take a casual stroll across the road looks at me, a little scared and quickly preparing his defense in his head. I think how stupid he is; just as stupid as so many others taking wrong turns on the roads of Delhi. How dangerous stupidity can be. Stupid views too.. like the Ram Sena’s. “Kill the cynicism” I tell myself. Anyway, the fall was a masterly one. Enjoyable even. I am left with smarting elbows and slightly injured pride. The junta is confused and wondering who to blame – the hands-free cyclist or the artistically absent-minded pedestrian. Back brakes, back brakes, remember. Off I go to buy sunscreen.