tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-272607062011-12-30T07:41:07.423-08:00Yes I am.Abhihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11398101753086147000noreply@blogger.comBlogger141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27260706.post-60484238425044205432008-12-01T19:52:00.000-08:002008-12-01T20:35:55.817-08:00

मैं तुम्हे नही जानता हूँ,तुम जो अपने ही खून में डूब रहे हो ,तुम जो गिरते हुए भी किसी अपने को ढूंढ रहे हो,तुम जो थोडी देर में चुप हो जाओगे,मैं तुमसे बहुत दूर हूँ,अपनों का फ़ोन कर चैन की साँस ले रहा हूँ,और ये भी सोच रहा हूँ की 'तुम' मैं भी हो सकता था,अभी अभी मेरे सपने भी मेरे साथ खामोश हो रहे होते,तुम्हारी आंखों में मैं ख़ुद को मरते हुए देख सकता हूँ,तुम्हारे साथ मैं भी अपनों को खोज रहा हूँ,और थोडी

Abhihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11398101753086147000noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27260706.post-32139280969179608542008-05-17T14:46:00.000-07:002008-05-17T15:26:59.968-07:00

If I say it's been long pending, it would be the understatement of the year. I finally decided to put the rough notes I have on my Sikkim travel in the year 2004 as it is. So forgive me for all the bad grammar and misspellings . I hope you have as much fun reading as I had on the tour. To those who were there with me on this trip, hope it brings back some good memories.I have broken down the post

Abhihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11398101753086147000noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27260706.post-62253638554490246012008-04-18T20:07:00.000-07:002008-04-19T20:27:56.614-07:00

My attempt here is not as much to rhyme as to let silences and word gaps be as big a part of the poem as the words itself.मैं तुझे भूला नही हूँ,हाँ,कुछ अरसा हुआ तेरा नाम लिए,न लेने का वादा जो किया है ख़ुद से,ये वादा भी..कीतेरी हस्ती बस एक एहसास है,तेरी बातें बस आवाज हैं,तेरे वादे बस अल्फाज़ हैं,तू तू नही ,महज ख्वाब है, मेरा ख्याल है,परमैं तुझे भूला नहीं हूँ,अब जब तू सिर्फ़ एक ख्याल हैऔर कुछ भी

Abhihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11398101753086147000noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27260706.post-4075486613230916092008-03-16T14:49:00.000-07:002008-04-06T14:21:29.346-07:00

या लगा मत इल्जामया लगा मत इल्जाम की बेमुरव्वत हो गए,या देख जान-ओ-तन से जुदा दिल जिगर हो गए,धड़कता है बजाये दिल के, दर्द सीने में,अब जानलेवा नासूर चारा-ओ-मरहम हो गएआहिस्ता आहिस्ता उतारा तुमने जिगर में खंजर,आहिस्ता आहिस्ता लहू के कतरे ग़ज़ल हो गएतुझे महफिल में देख आंखें फेर लेते हैं,ऐसे हुए रूसवा सनम, तुझसे हम हो गए,तेरे दिलकश होंट, नर्म बाहें, गुदाज़ बदनहुए हम जो जवान तुम भी तो हसीं हो गए,तुमने भी

Abhihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11398101753086147000noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27260706.post-81778211423494612642008-01-24T12:10:00.000-08:002008-01-24T19:57:25.876-08:00

Now if you ,the nameless unfortunate stumbler on to this blog, have had the even greater misfortune of going through the not so considerable archive of posts, you would know that I expertly navigate around anything remotely interesting , current, useful or intelligent.No sir, I had rather u wallowing in my self deprecating humor than have u aware of this fsmawful mess of the world we live in. If

Abhihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11398101753086147000noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27260706.post-70636472268091536842007-11-06T09:25:00.000-08:002007-11-06T18:16:22.758-08:00

In loving memory of a friend who will be missed.सुना है कि मौत के हमसफ़र बन चले हो तुम,हमको खुदा के वास्ते रुसवा कर चले हो तुमभागते रहे हैं हम पर अब भी हैं दौड़ में,और तेज़ रफ्तार से आगे निकल चुके हो तुमऐसी दुनिया कि जीने को हैं सब मर रहे,ऐसा दिल कि मर के जी रहे हो तुमहो या न हो रोज़-ए-क़यामत या जन्नत-ओ-जहन्नुम ,है तो बस ये बात कि कभी तो मिले हो तुमरो तो सकते हैं पर अब भी याद हैकि निगाहों से

Abhihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11398101753086147000noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27260706.post-55819824026937833692007-08-22T01:13:00.000-07:002007-08-22T01:24:48.562-07:00

How i caught a bus and got the girlAnd i dragged myself out of bed. its 8:37 am. The last bus is at 9 am and that makes this as always a 'edge of the seat' affair. My own little battle with time. I take 8 minutes to reach the bus stand so this leaves me with just 15 minutes to get ready.Which days is it? monday and my face automatically takes the form of a grimace.I can imagine some guy in a

Abhihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11398101753086147000noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27260706.post-19916692301903018082007-03-22T19:21:00.000-07:002007-06-28T10:30:22.169-07:00

Kya door gaya kya paas raha,Duniya se main anjaan raha,Kuch log mile hain kabhi mujhe,Ye yaad raha, ehsaas raha,Yun hua wo hamse juda huye,daaman mein Unke dil bezaar rahashab ye nikle andheri magar,sehar ka ab bhi nishaan rahago dekha ho roz humne uskowo rukhsar hasin khwab rahatum khuda ko lekar ladte ho,uske bandon mein pyar raha?Anjaam-e-mehfil kisne dekha,Dekho jo ab tak aagaaz rahakuch

Abhihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11398101753086147000noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27260706.post-1162200684810063182006-10-30T01:02:00.000-08:002007-04-06T23:56:41.566-07:00

They were a free bunch, revelling in the nature and being as the nature had made them to be. They enjoyed the air that coursed through them or the tickle of water when it meandered through their free flowing bodies. yes they loved the world as it was. The mere fact that they existed in a state in which they did was a war cry against the existing system. They, in their small way, were

Abhihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11398101753086147000noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27260706.post-1153977431565114072006-07-26T22:15:00.000-07:002007-04-06T23:54:35.052-07:00

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9............................and counting.He always used to do this when stuck in traffic. There was no particular reason for it, he did it just to see how far he could get, counting at a leisurely pace. That was the trick to his never getting bored of counting. It wasn’t done in a hurry nor at a deliberate slow pace,

Abhihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11398101753086147000noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27260706.post-1153131564286552212006-07-17T03:07:00.000-07:002007-04-06T23:57:28.457-07:00

This is an old poem. I wrote it after getting a goodmorning message(the side pic) which had a pic of a little angel looking at a flower with wonder.( i am pasitng the poem here as i hv nothing better to offer right now) Angel of lovea littel angel woke up from the slumbershe had been sleeping for hundreds of years,the child thought where am i ?All alone, her eyes were wet with tearsnone in

Abhihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11398101753086147000noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27260706.post-1147959222106062922006-05-16T20:14:00.000-07:002007-04-07T00:02:48.661-07:00

‘Manzilon ko dhoondhte guzregi apni zinadagi,Raston mein manzilein hain, manzilein hain raasta’ -abhi( We will spend our lives searching for our destinations, but we fail to see that paths are destinations and destinations are just paths)This is a thin slice of life from few software engineers leaving their mundane life for once and rising to meet the nature in its full glow.This was the occasion

Abhihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11398101753086147000noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27260706.post-1146434610721946142006-04-30T10:54:00.000-07:002007-04-06T23:57:50.104-07:00

This will sound weird but its true......Right now I am writing this piece all stitched up i.e. my face contains some foreign black thread which is NOT a pretty girls solitary hair finding its refuse on the curves between my maxilla and mandible but literally a black thread sutured into my jaw and the worst part is that I had to pay for it!yesterday I finished my game of soccer , a somewhat

Abhihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11398101753086147000noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27260706.post-1146313014358165192006-04-29T04:02:00.000-07:002007-04-06T23:58:38.282-07:00

Yes, I am alive and still wondering . Not that i had a close shave with death but the fragile beings that we are with our every step frought with danger , it amazes me constantly how we cling to things , to people, to our own immortality. Of course this doesnt mean that we stop pursuing our ambitions but this does mean that in view of the little time we have , we should surely not waste it in

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