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गुमनाम सिपाही

ना कोई मेरा नाम लेगा, ना कोई मुझे वर्दी में देखेगा ना सुनाए जाएँगे मेरे बहादुरी के किससे शायद एक दर्दनाक मौत आएगी मेरे हिस्से ना कोई देगा मुझे इकीस तोपों की सलामी गुमनाम रह जाएगी मेरी कहानी सपने मेरे भी थे के दुनिया घूम के आऊँ किस्सी से प्यार करलूँ और अपना घर बसाऊँ पर शायद खुदा को कुछ और ही मंज़ूर था मेरे ऊपर ये सरफ़रोशी का जुनून थमा दिया मुझे नहीं चाहिए परमवीर चक्र मुझे मेरे कर्मों पे पूरा है फकर बस इतना ही काफ़ी है के जब याद करो उस जवान को जो कर रहा है सीमा की रक्षा मुझे भी याद कर लेना थोड़ा प्यार कर लेना, थोड़ा हँस लेना, थोड़ा रो लेना मेरे हिस्से की आज़ादी तुम खुल के जी लेना ये मेरा अखरी mission तुम पूरा कर लेना This is a tribute to those soldiers who are out there as under-cover … Read entire article »

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Its been a while…

Its been a while Since I felt the breeze Brush by my face It been a while Since I felt the adrenaline Rush with all its pace Its been a while Since I heard the birds sing Its been a while Since I heard the music Silent moments could bring Its been a while I loved myself for the person that I am its been a while I told my detractors That I give a damn Its been a while Since I marvelled at the clouds That kingdom in the sky its been a while since I flirted with life Without feeling shy its been a while since I did something with no purpose in mind its been a while since I smiled to myself with no purpose to find its been a while since I heard my heart beat its been a while since I shattered those walls made of concrete Its been a while Since I drenched myself in the rain its been a while since … Read entire article »

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A dedication to my Dell Streak

A dedication to my Dell Streak

Eight months ago I bought a dell streak My friends thought I was a freak It looked ‘smart’, the screen size big But people thought it looks like a brick It’s for the movies; I can use it while I travel It’s a tab plus a phone, nothing but a marvel It’s fallen like a million times, there’s been no damage but I gotta confess With a shabby battery life, it’s as good as garbage I gotta scream for the other person to hear I shall lose my voice one day I fear I wanna burry … Read entire article »

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