tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81321573675226028112024-03-13T04:50:09.364-07:00Machchar's Spilled InkThoughts penned down while riding the waves of life..Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132157367522602811.post-66010528562245116762021-03-18T13:00:00.004-07:002021-03-18T13:00:59.436-07:00What would you do?<p>What would you regret</p><p>The chances that you take and missed</p><p>or the chances you miss and had taken?</p><p><br /></p><p>What would you mourn</p><p>Someone you loved and never get</p><p>or someone you get but never love?</p><p><br /></p><p>What would you love</p><p>The feelings that were touching</p><p>or the touch that never had a feeling?</p><p><br /></p><p>What would you wish</p><p>A prayer that never got fulfilled </p><p>or fulfilment which you never prayed?</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132157367522602811.post-2111001296839412202018-07-19T11:45:00.001-07:002018-12-18T10:56:58.637-08:00Death was kind..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">And the day appeared when the death was kind..</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">She told she’ll be returning, while you take your own sweet time..</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Take a moment to gasp, ponder and breathe,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">What’s been missing all these years and what’s more beneath..</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I give you more mornings to feel the air..</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Express the love and memories you shared.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">But later when the dusk arrives..</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">the threatened soul, the relentless effort strives..</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">the last battle was won, but we lost this war.. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">She didn’t say a word, but loosened the reins on her pale white horse..</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The unsaid words and some untold stories still remain.. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">cremated and gone but yet not gone.. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Living it everyday.. down the memory lane..</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Dated: July 2016</span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132157367522602811.post-55704345470857053742018-04-24T13:21:00.004-07:002018-04-24T16:22:13.159-07:00Ride Along with Los Angeles Sheriff Dept. <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Ride along means spending a shift (usually an 8 hour shift) with a police officer to understand and observe their duties and day to day activity. I was always curious about this and wanted to do it.<br />
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I happened to meet the Chief of Los Angeles County's Sheriff Department in one of the conferences.<br />
As much as she liked an engineer, I liked to ask about sheriff's work. So I asked her if she could arrange a ride-along for me. She immediately redirected me to a Sargent who got me scheduled at the East Los Angeles Sheriff Station. Viola!<br />
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They asked me to provide my CA driver's licence which they keep until the shift is complete and sign a waiver form which states that during ride-along there may be threat or danger to your life and that they are not liable to any loss.<br />
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While waiting at the station, I saw a lot of people coming to find out about their family members who have been arrested and detained. They wanted to know the reason for their custody. Most of them happened to be Latinos. They would use a black phone to dial an extension where they could talk to the jailer and get direction for the next steps.<br />
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There is a deputy explorer program where new applicants can go and apply. The URL for it is explorers.lasd.org.<br />
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My shift was supposed to be from 2 pm to 10 pm covering East LA areas (which I guess is supposed to be dangerous side of LA!). The deputy came to get me from the front of the station and there began the journey!<br />
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She showed her laptop deployed in the car (Panasonic with DOS system along with AT&T wireless - Both the companies I have worked for!) which had various tabs and codes, like (O) meant observation when they would have to stop suspicious people on the streets. With the new law, after every observation they are supposed to fill in some 20 questions about the person they cited. This is mostly for tacking, reporting and analytics purposes. When they turned on the siren, it gets tracked too. She explained how she has two walkie talkies - one for the district and other for the county (which had a central operator)<br />
I noticed a gun in between the two seat. She said it was a loaded shot-gun.<br />
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Then came a message on a screen that we had to drive to a place where 4 males and 1 female were fighting on the street and there was a gun involved. The system also had a detailed description of one of the person describing what he looked like, what was he wearing. 6 police cars were deployed to this location. But by the time we reached the fight was over and the place was cleared. No fun.<br />
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We took a lunch break and talked to another deputy while discussing various loopholes in the law! ;)<br />
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Later in the evening, we went to a Hispanic house where a guy had an allegation for not feeding and taking care of his grandparent. Some spooky place it was. While driving through that neighborhood, we crossed a house where the music was too loud and these people were all partying. They were told to lower the music. A drunk Latino guy came out right next to our car window which was rolled down (yes it was next to my face!) to ask if music was the only problem. It was intimidating but we were fine.<br />
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We went to Maywood, Commerce and some areas around that. All throughout the deputy was super friendly. She was a trump supporter and I was not. But then I wanna in her car and she is a police office with a loaded gun. 👀 Just Kidding. She was open to have a healthy political discussion.<br />
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Overall, it was a great experience! Worth doing it once in your life. :)<br />
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If you would like to try it, go to:<br />
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http://www.joinlapd.com/pdf/LAPD%20Ride-Along.pdf<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132157367522602811.post-62677492369486133992017-12-10T00:21:00.001-08:002017-12-10T00:21:05.191-08:00Tumhari pyaari, Shaayari<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Main teri ho naa saki to kya, Aaj bhi teri shaayari ban jaati hoon..<br />
Un shabdon ke uljhe hue dhaagon se, ab joojh na paati hoon..<br />
In alfazon mein teri naraazgi bhi hai..<br />
kabhi dekha to dua hai, aur kabhi meri barbaadi bhi hai..<br />
Ae musaafir ab aur tu safar na kar..<br />
yahi hai teri manzil, kisi aur ki dua na kar...<br />
teri zindagi ka hissa bhi hoon aur ek gehra raaz bhi<br />
dil ka ehsaas kabhi, gham-e-shaayari ka taaj bhi..<br />
kadwahat ke aalam mein yeh mohabbat shehad ban jaati hai..<br />
inn lehron ka shor bhi hai, fir bhi sannate ko mehsoos karwati hai..<br />
yaad aata hai woh milon chalna chandni ki chaadar tale..<br />
kisi ko khabar na thi, warna aaj humari misaal ban jati veh..</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132157367522602811.post-21025023602188291542017-12-04T16:08:00.001-08:002017-12-05T15:54:48.530-08:00Subah ka intezaar tha<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Phir se zindagi thodi si dagmagaayi hai..</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Jaane kiska nashaa chadha tha mujhe..</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Hosh mein aaye to aas-paas koi na tha..</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Apni hi dhun mein chal rahe the kahin..</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Aankh kholi thi jab dekha is jag ko..</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; display: inline; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></div>
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; display: inline; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Kohra hi chhaya tha har jagah.</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; display: inline; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Woh oas ki boondein thi ya,</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; display: inline; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Aakhon se chalke aanson..</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; display: inline; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Gham-e-shyaam nikal gayi..</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; display: inline; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">fir hui ek nayi subah..</span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132157367522602811.post-52176053654750625622017-07-31T14:39:00.002-07:002017-07-31T14:39:40.285-07:00Dad...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It feels like it happened just yesterday..<br />As I remember every second so crystal clear<br />The time slowed down, the voices less heard,<br />I could hear my heartbeat but rest of the body all numb.<br />Some things could make sense but most couldn't,<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; font-family: inherit;"><br />Because I couldn't accept the fact that the battle was over and defeat was marked.<br />It's over.</span></div>
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But then I started seeing you everywhere..<br />More than I could see you before..<br />In the reflection off the back of the gleaming spoon..<br />In a gesture my sister makes..<br />In the arch of my lips when I'm stressed..<br />Through the brush strokes of paintings you have made..<br />In the tone of my mother, the strongest person you made..<br />You are still around in our every breath..</div>
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There were valleys and peaks I crossed this year,<br />Felt like you helped me climb the mountains with no fear..<br />A rebel, a fighter you taught us to be..<br />You are still in our hearts and mind.. and will always be..</div>
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Love,<br />Your Daughter</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132157367522602811.post-19953934327059542452016-04-26T11:40:00.002-07:002016-04-26T11:41:18.709-07:00Inn baaton ka ant nahi koi.. <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: #454545; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.8px;">Is thandi shyaam ki rut mein Dil mastana hai</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #454545; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.8px;">Kaagaz ki kashti hai.. </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #454545; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.8px;">Nadiyaa Mein doob jaana... </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #454545; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.8px;">Dekhtein jab teri tasveer </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #454545; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.8px;">Tab se Dil hua deewana hai..</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #454545; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.8px;">Kabhi hoti ek sheher ki shart</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #454545; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.8px;">Aur kabhi kundliyon ka dera </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #454545; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.8px;">Fir bhi sudhre na yeh zamana hai..</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #454545; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.8px;">Jo kari hai shart-e-mohabbat </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #454545; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.8px;">Aaj usko hi nibhana hai.. </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #454545; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.8px;">Sookh gaya hai tera gala</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #454545; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.8px;">Awaaz bhi ho gayi zakhmi.. </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #454545; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.8px;">Fir bhi baatein nahi hain ruktien </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #454545; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.8px;">Chaahe ho koi bhi toofan, ab is kashti ko chalana hai</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #454545; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.8px;">Rishte ke iss naazuk se pull ko paar karana hai..</span></span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132157367522602811.post-29119537675748118082015-11-19T15:44:00.001-08:002015-11-19T15:44:19.438-08:00Jab ek dost door chala jata hai...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Yeh karwan ek naya mod laya hai..<br />
ek dost aaj apne desh wapis gaya hai..<br />
badh gaye hain tere ghar ke fasle mere dost..<br />
par aaj bhi tu yahan hai..<br />
kuch saal se shuru hui mulakatein..<br />
woh ghatiya se joke aur woh lambi baatein<br />
bhar gaya tu itni saari yaadein..<br />
saale ab kaun karega teen baje hamari problems solve?<br />
kaun dikhaayega woh "Gary Gulman" ke episodes..<br />
mere phone ka bill bhi baaki hai.. bhar dena saale..<br />
rona rulana fir haske hasana..<br />
ab India phone karna padega..<br />
International jo ho gaya hai humara yaar..<br />
bhejenge tujhe dollar wale bill..<br />
chuka dena warna....... tu wapis to mil!<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132157367522602811.post-61452677496223149902014-12-19T20:02:00.007-08:002014-12-19T20:03:25.470-08:00Humko mohabbat nahi tumse...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Humko mohabbat nahi tumse...<br />
mohabbat ko ho gayi mohabbat hai aaj..<br />
jab dekha humne tumhari nazaron mein..<br />
aa gayi ho jaise kayamat kash..<br />
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na dhoodhte hain ab koi manzil..<br />
na jaate hain apna raasta..<br />
na rahe saawal aur na koi jawaab..<br />
bas reh gaya is mohabbat ka wasta..<br />
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mohabbat muqaddar hai koi khwaab nahi..<br />
jismein sabhi sawaalon ka jawaab nahi..<br />
thaam kar haath chalna tum mere..<br />
tab dikhega andhera.. kaali adhuri raat nahi.. </div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132157367522602811.post-75467387500751110882014-07-13T18:22:00.000-07:002014-07-14T23:53:43.011-07:00Adhoore reh gaye hum...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Adhoore reh gaye woh khat...</div>
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Adhoore hain ab shab-e-gham..</div>
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Adhoori hain ab woh baatein.. </div>
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Adhoore reh gaye hai hum.. </div>
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Ghanton baithe the teri rah dekhte.. </div>
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Tere saya tak na dikhta abhi.. </div>
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bin bataye chale gaye aaj woh.. </div>
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Chand sawalon ke jawab baaki the abhi..</div>
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Jab khaamoshi ne apna dera dala..</div>
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Tanhaiyon mein simati hoon ab main.. </div>
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Teri chaahat ki talaash karti..</div>
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Bhatakti dar-dar har ghadi..</div>
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Kaash woh hota aaj yahan...</div>
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Sahem jaati hoon is akelepan mein.. </div>
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Nakhoonon ko kutarte hue.. </div>
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Iss darr mein... ki woh ab naa lautega.. </div>
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Adhoore hain ab shab-e-gham..</div>
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Adhoore to tum bhi.. jitne adhoore hain hum...</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132157367522602811.post-48409653473254596222014-04-22T18:36:00.002-07:002014-04-22T18:37:46.724-07:00Woh tu naa tha..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Socha tha tu wapis aa gaya hoga...<br />
itne saalon se kara tha tera intezaar..<br />
ek din thaam lega mera haath tu..<br />
aankhon mein aankhein daale..<br />
labon ko choomte hue..<br />
fir se karega aitebaar..<br />
ishq ka rang feeka nahi hua mere yaar..<br />
aaj bhi utna hi meetha hai yeh..<br />
bas teri hi kami thi.. aaj woh bhi puri ho gayi..<br />
tera naam likhte likhte thak gayi thi main bhi..<br />
kagaz ke panne katam ho gaye..<br />
par main na ruki..<br />
aaj shyam jab tu aaya mujhse milne..<br />
laga ki jaise duniya badal gayi...<br />
par galat thi main..<br />
tu woh nahi jiska intezaar tha..<br />
woh chehra nahi, naa hi woh dil..<br />
khamosh reh gayi jab pehchana tujhe..<br />
jaane kyun kho diya maine use...</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132157367522602811.post-6342831575836182262014-01-31T22:30:00.000-08:002014-01-31T22:30:07.411-08:00Kho gaya woh shaayar...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Teri kitaab ke panno ki awaaz aati hai mujhe..<br />
woh kalam ki siyahi ki khushboo bhi yaad aati hai..<br />
jab padhti thi tumhare dil ka haal un shabdon mein..<br />
kyun ab likhta nahi hai, mere shaayar?<br />
kabhi fursat se mera khayal aaye to<br />
chhu lena un panno ko bhi ek baar..<br />
woh panno ko jab aanson geela karte the<br />
aur kabhi dekh kar chehra muskuraya bhi..<br />
jisko thaame tumne kitne pal bitaaye..<br />
apni yaadon ko bhi inmein piroya hai..<br />
Fir chaahe us pyar ki mithaas ho<br />
ya us nafrat ki kadhwahat..<br />
kar waqt ka swaad chakha hai tere aksharoon ne..<br />
tanhai ki chaadar mein lapete hue<br />
tute hue dil ke tukde samete hue..<br />
tumhare dil ki jhalak aa jati thi mujhe..<br />
aaj taras jaati hoon tujhe dekhne ke liye..<br />
kam-se-kam teri shayari to dikha de mujhe..<br />
kahan kho gaya hai tu.. aur teri shayari..<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132157367522602811.post-78781617176306609532013-12-25T22:00:00.000-08:002013-12-26T10:36:38.117-08:00The Funny and Delightful Love<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
On a meteor shower night, watching the twinkling stars<br />
We sit in awe to see them through the sun roof of the car<br />
waiting for that shooting star to make our wish come true<br />
romanticized on the Mulholland drive with the depth of love in the midnight blue...<br />
<br />
Walking along the mystic river listening to the sound of trickling water<br />
I hold your hand on this moonlit night finding peace in my heart and soul..<br />
Skipping down the streets singing poems, giving rhythm to our love song..<br />
feeling the warmth and gentleness that you embrace..<br />
<br />
From The freezing cold to the mountain high,<br />
Two curious roamers on this the endless drive..<br />
the remarkable spontaneity of our plans have always been..<br />
With the irony of scheduled time tables in our mind..<br />
<br />
We've hidden in some motel's parking lot..<br />
and dined in the best places we could have thought..<br />
danced all night to steal the show..<br />
songs you rap and hit the floor!<br />
<br />
The thrilling drive with those crazy songs<br />
new to old the numbers played in loop<br />
simulating a strange force of attraction..<br />
stopping on a freeway to express compassion..<br />
we fight like nuts while driving to our destination<br />
and then you stop the car, hugging me with a token of endearment..<br />
<br />
You are truly a coco"nut" just like your jokes..<br />
hard from outside but soft from the soul..<br />
carrying a heart of gold, you are precious than any gem..<br />
why do you envy others around me, you are very special and not one of them..<br />
<br />
In this short span of time, you have been my life's vivacious part..<br />
Never met such a genuine person with fire in his heart..<br />
How easily we give up on these little pieces of happiness..<br />
when I know that a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek can sort it out..</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132157367522602811.post-659006195728930392013-06-28T00:02:00.001-07:002013-06-28T00:02:07.643-07:00Mere jaisa hai tu bhi..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Tere mere beech mein<br />
ek lakeer ka hai farak<br />
Dilon mein ek jaisa junoon<br />
aur ragon mein jo khoon<br />
kuch anokha rishta ho jaise..<br />
<br />
Teri namaaz aur meri aarti mein<br />
jab ehsaas ek jaisa ho<br />
sirf alfaazon ke kareegar alag hain<br />
par jazbaado ka ehsaas wahi..<br />
<br />
tere gharonde se jo<br />
mitti ki khushboo aati hai..<br />
mujhe mere vatan ki yaad dilati hai<br />
rishton mein hai wahi mithaas..<br />
maa ka woh ladlapan..<br />
aur nanhein bachchon ki awaaz..<br />
naap tol ke kehte hum shabdon ko..<br />
bado ki izzat karna har baar..<br />
<br />
chaahat bhi hai aur aakrosh bhi<br />
jazbaadon mein wahi zindadili hai..<br />
wasta shiddat-e-jazbat se bhi<br />
aankhon mein dikhti wahi narmi bhi hai..<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132157367522602811.post-79398851343441546122013-05-22T15:55:00.003-07:002013-05-22T15:55:56.536-07:00The threats<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
Here approaches the threat<br />
before all the regrets<br />
let this summer get over<br />
and the sky be more clear<br />
I will be coming with my knife<br />
to rip you apart<br />
and take away your life<br />
you're gonna fall soon<br />
death reaches through a cold blooded massacre<br />
have I chosen the destiny for you<br />
or you asked for it too<br />
keep that smile on your face<br />
Because tomorrow you might not embrace!<br />
</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132157367522602811.post-5861302894226907172013-05-21T19:30:00.006-07:002013-05-21T19:30:42.066-07:00The twinkling love<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
Did I tell the stars how much I love them<br />
that I fall for them every night until the dawn<br />
and I miss them everyday till the sunlight is gone..<br />
fallen for the darkness has my dear soul<br />
waiting for the night to come<br />
to hopelessly fall in love, once again..<br />
you belong to the other world I know<br />
and I can never tell you how much you mean to me..<br />
but your twinkle does a magic trick<br />
it sings a melodious song in my heart<br />
kindling fire and a hope to live<br />
to do my best in the day<br />
so that in the night we can again meet!<br />
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</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132157367522602811.post-15250695595607761382013-04-15T17:02:00.004-07:002013-04-15T17:02:44.558-07:00Arre o buzdil shikari..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Aaj faila hai fir woh dhuaa..</div>
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Uthi hain aag ki lapte jahan..</div>
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Aur hazaaron dilon mein ek jasba..</div>
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kya kar sakta hai tu buzdil.. </div>
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Maasoomo ko tune raakh kara..</div>
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Ek din tera bhi aayega, dekhlena..</div>
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Koi nahi aaye tere janaaze pe..</div>
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Yeh kehta hai dil mera..</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132157367522602811.post-59900910409232298802012-10-18T17:31:00.002-07:002012-10-18T17:31:04.125-07:00Bhaag ja kapti neta<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
Bhookh hadtaal karke aana ne,<br />
ek hi naara lagaya hai<br />
bhrashtachar ko dur bhagao,<br />
yahi sandesh pahunchaya hai...<br />
<br />
Arvind ji ne soch samajh kar,<br />
aaj har bhartiya ko haath badhaya hai,<br />
main hoon aam aadmi, kehkar,<br />
sahas har jan ka jagaya hai!<br />
<br />
nahi rahegein ab desh waasi,<br />
na koi dabne wala hai..<br />
bhaag jao o desh dhrohiyon,<br />
Janlokpal aane wala hai..<br />
<br />
Doodh ka doodh, pani ka pani<br />
ab to sab ho jayega,<br />
chahe scam ho ya kala dhan,<br />
ab tu bhaag na payega...<br />
<br />
Baat ho 2G ki, ya ho kisi khaan ka koyala,<br />
ya ho Swiss bank mein pakha woh kala dhan,<br />
ab tu pakada jayega,<br />
ulte pair bhaag ja warna,<br />
Arvind aane wala hai!!<br />
<br />
</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132157367522602811.post-19762621143722216782010-06-01T12:41:00.000-07:002010-06-01T13:02:01.512-07:00Ek EhsaasAaj fir baitha hoon main us samunder ke samne,<br />jiske ek aur zindagi aur doosri aur maut dikhti hai..<br />us zindagi ke bhi har modh par ek maut si hai..<br />us maud ke aate hi ek taraf jahan nayi zindagi ki khushi milti hai,<br />wahin dard rehta hai us pal hui ek maut ka...<br /><br />main baitha is rait par har pal sochta hoon..<br />ki yeh kinara kitna kuch de jata hai.. <br />paane ke liye yahan zeher bhi mile..<br />kho jaati hai jisse zindagi.. <br />wahin mil jaye humein us shankh mein se ek awaaz..<br />jo de jaaye tumhe zingagi ka ehsaas.. <br /><br />aajeeb manzil ke modh par aaj khada hoon main..<br />jahan pyar kabhi zindagi se ho to kabhi maut de jaye ek khushi..<br />kis kadar ki mohabbat ka nasha sa ho gaya hai.. <br />ki aaj zameen bhi nigal jaye to naseeb hai hamara..Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132157367522602811.post-21031805999068837822009-12-23T04:22:00.000-08:002009-12-23T22:39:08.093-08:00The blend...And once again it was time to board 747,<br />this time Seattle to L.A.<br />You pick your bag,fix it in cabin and take your seat,<br />when a man comes near to you for a favor to speak,<br />A request from a lady to swap her place,he said<br />The awaited "Yes" from me brought smiles on both the faces I met.. <br /><br />Squeezing myself into the seat between the two new men.. <br />I put the seat belt and "Thank God" were the words into my ears then..<br />before I could wonder who were they,I heard "where are you from?"<br />and staring at both the faces I uttered "India"<br /><br />Looking at the left was an American gentleman,<br />who asked again "where are you from?"<br />"okay,so u mean where in India. Do you know about places in India?"<br />and then I noticed a "<span style="font-style:italic;">Rudraksh</span>" in his neck<br />he knew plenty of places including Mumbai where he had developers of his company..<br />he turned into a vegetarian 7 years ago, had no processed food also,<br />he knew <span style="font-style:italic;">Rudraksh </span>were tears of Lord Shiva<br />and his favorite Gods were <span style="font-style:italic;">Maa Kaali, Lord Shiva</span> and <span style="font-style:italic;">Lord Ganesh</span><br />but,not forgetting,he always loved his home town, Chicago [and so loved cheese ;)]<br />No wonder I saw Maa Kaali sticker on his Mac Notebook on the way.. <br /><br />and the I turned my right, where sat a tall, dark handsome guy<br />he felt odd one out after hearing our conversations about <span style="font-style:italic;">Rudraksh</span>..<br />and then we introduced ourselves, "myself <span style="font-style:italic;">Vimal </span>here"<br />born and brought up in Canada but parents from India..<br />The conversations began about India about which he hardly knew<br />and then showed his Id card, "I am an American SWAT corp.<br />People are afraid of me, but it was always my passion to be one.."<br />He spoke about being in the front line while being in Iraq<br />showed his hatred for Taliban, and why he joined this force..<br />why this resentment was flowing through his blood..<br />what makes him feel proud to be a part of American SWAT unit.. <br /><br />Thinking to rest then I closed me eyes..<br />for within a second I just realized..<br />God must have thought to make million kinds of people.. <br />but he succeeded to make trillions of different kinds.. <br />the mix and match sometime turns so different..<br />and that the blood in veins are from some other soil..<br />and your heart and soul follows a different one.. <br />World is full of ironies.. <br />Just came across this one.. <br />and then I opened my eyes with smile on my face.. "they are just two different people" :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132157367522602811.post-43374708987441599092009-11-23T16:58:00.001-08:002009-11-23T16:59:03.449-08:00Self poisoned...Poison the you.. and poison the me.. <br />I destroy "The world" for you.. and present the darkness to be.. <br />but at last I haunt my own illusion and talk to myself again... <br />to ask how do I even shake "her world", turn it from heaven to hell!!!!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132157367522602811.post-48514702058569382402009-08-27T20:22:00.000-07:002009-08-27T21:09:37.416-07:00......Looking at the sky I dive into the galaxies,<br />but couldn't feel good as this land wasn't mine...<br />I miss the people, the place, the zeal,<br />so true so genuine and not just a place to survive...<br />closing all the windows I look at the door,<br />waiting for the one who can understand me little more.. <br />the night protrudes out of the dying sun,<br />sprawling its wings of darkness, screaming out its turn!! <br /><br />yes, yes, yes I know what you are thinking...<br />and if you get what I mean, you are the one, the only one...<br />Accompanied by madness, the darkness surrounds,<br />I can sense your absence,see the boundaries that bound..Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132157367522602811.post-53309422091385293172009-06-17T05:17:00.000-07:002009-06-17T05:18:26.723-07:00Alwida!There you go my frenz..<br />Leaving the beautiful memories behind..<br />When I look up to the clouds and sky, <br />I see your reflection waving me “Goodbye”<br /><br />When I turn to look around at the table we sat.. <br />Tears roll down on my cheeks.. I remember the coffees we had…<br />Saying a bye to you makes me numb today..<br />Who do I talk to? With whom shud I play?<br /><br />Freaking out for movies, roaming on the streets…<br />I still remember those Punjabi beats..<br />Laughing and mocking is all we wud do..<br />Correcting your pronunciations to get you through…<br /><br />Watching gals crossing by.. <br />Wishing them from the bottom of ur heart.. shud I give a try? ;)<br />Noticing their habits.. the colors they wear…<br />I’ll not tell anyone about the “desi gal”, I swear…<br /><br />The trio in the rickshaw struggling to sit.. <br />With those idiotic talks, enjoying every bit…<br />Sitting beside me every thick and thin.. <br />All troubles and sorrows you guys would trim..<br /><br />This pain is overwhelming today when I’m alone..<br />Loneliness haunts me every dusk and dawn..<br />Waiting for another half month..<br />After then even I’ll be gone…Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132157367522602811.post-36072436102017192082009-02-06T07:28:00.000-08:002009-02-06T07:31:30.793-08:00But why?There are people burning, there are people dying <br />Shot with the gunshots without any crime<br />Murders and massacres we find it all time <br />Ravaging fiery flames turning all sides..<br />Jump into the trains or stay inside grand hotels<br />Your next step is what only your destiny can tell<br />Burning the taxies, random firings in the crowd<br />Blasts in the buildings, in the places around<br />People have fought and they still fight<br />Their spirits remain high, tears rolling in the plight<br />Panic and pain what all remains<br />Bodies of people with unknown names<br />Finding a shelter, looking for a place<br />Where you can find your second life, a bless again<br />Killing and harming all day all night<br />Debating over who’s wrong or right<br />Blinding each other ending the lives<br />No humanity in their heart alive<br />The smoky haze blinds us all<br />Leaving at the stage where life stall...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132157367522602811.post-80655578379699904872008-09-23T23:59:00.000-07:002008-09-24T00:01:41.623-07:00and then came a disaster...<p>Tearing it down brick by brick,</p><p>You’ll get no chance to play another trick.</p><p>Snapping the chain link by link,</p><p>I shall not cringe, I shall not shrink.</p><p>I dont need to be held down,I don’t want to be caged,</p><p>I don’t like the darkness, I hate to be dazed .</p><p>burning the rope piece by piece,</p><p>just want to put my life in peace.</p><p>searing the flesh layer by layer,</p><p>forgetting the memories as if you were ever there…</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2