PURANPUR IS A SMALL CITY BUT WITH A VAST AREA IN TARAI REGION[DISTT:PILIBHIT] OF UTTAR PRADESH.OCCUPATION IS FARMING AND THIS TEHSIL IS NO.1 IN FOOD GRAIN PRODUCTION IN ASIA.A VAST AREA IS UNDER SUGAR CANE PRODUCTION.WHEAT,PADDY AND SUGARCANE ARE THE MAIN CROPS AND THESE CROPS GROW IN BUMPER.CANALS AND RAJWAHAS[SUBSIDERIES]ARE MAIN MEANS OF IRRIGATION BUT STILL MAJORITY OF AREA IS IRRIGATED WITH TUBE WELLS.I M LEAVING IT HERE AS I HAV SOMETHING VERY IMP.WILL SOON COMPLETE IT….
SUGGEST ME WHAT TO DO
WHO AM I?WHAT AM I WORTHY OF?PEOPLE SAY WHEN THESE TYPE OF QUESTIONS ARISE FROM WITHIN YOU ARE ON THE FIRST STEP TO BECOME A SAGE. IF ITZ LIKE THAT SOON PEOPLE WILL START WORSHIPING ME.BUT WORSHIP FOR WHAT?WHEN I M TWICE AS CORRUPT AS AN ORDINARY MAN.WHAT IF PEOPLE TAKE ME PIOUS TODAY?I PAID SECRET VISITS TO MY GIRLFRIEND AT DEVIL’S HOUR.NO 1 IN MY JOINT FAMILY OF 21 MEMBERS EVER TOUCHED THE DAUGHTER OF GRAPES BUT I EMPTIED BOTTLES WHEN I WAS AWAY.BUT DO THESE SINS MAKE ME TOO MUCH SILLY.ON OTHER HAND I TOO HELPED NEEDY. NEVER STOLE ANYTHING EXECT THE SO CALLED SLEEP OF MY GIRL.WHERE AM I TODAY AFTER ALL.O FRIENDS PLEASE SUGGEST ME HOW SHOULD I COME OUT OF THIS DILEMMA .ONE SIDE IS WORLD ND ON THE OTHER SIDE IS ME………
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– July 13, 2008
PAISA KAMAYA KHOOB
BAHUT KARI DAUD DHOOP PAISA KAMAYA KHOOB MALMALI BISTAR PAR BHI NEEND NAHI AAYE KARWATEN BADLTE BARSON BITAYE SOCHA,PICHLI KIWAD KA SITKANA HAI KAMZOR GAR AA GAYE UDHAR SE CHOR FIR CHINTA HUYI GHAMBEER SUNA THA PICHLE DINO TOD KAR POLICE NAKA CHORON NE DALA THA KIRORIMAL K YAHAN DAKA TABHI BAAHAR SE GOLI CHALNE KI AAWAZ AAYI DIL DHADKNE LAGA DISAMBER KI RAAT ME PASSENE SE BISTAR HUA GEELA GIGHHI BANDHI SETH KI,SOCHA AA GAYA HAI GABBAR SINGH KA TOLA BULAVE PAR CHOWKIDAR DAUDA DAUDA AAYA BOLA SAAHAB EK CHOTI SI GHATNA GHATI HAI BAHAR KHADE RICKSHE KI TYRE TUBE FATTI HAI KUCH CHAIN HUA PAR NEEND NAHI AA RAHI HAAN YAAD AAYA NEEND KI GOLI TO MAIN MEZ PAR HI BHOOL AAYA SETH KI AANKH LAGI HI THI KI PICHLE DARWAZE PAR DASTAK HUYI ZOR KI SAMAJH GAYE DASTAK HAI CHOR KI TABHI KIWAD GIRA DHADAM SE ANDAR GHUS AAYE DAS PANDRAH CHOR THE JAMKAR HUYI CHORI HEERE JWAHRAAT GAYE AUR GAYE TIZORI SETH JI KI ANKHON KE AAGE ANDHERA CHA GAYA LAGA AB PRALAY AA GAYA USI SHAN SETH KI AANKH KHUL GAYI DIL ZOR SE DHADAK RAHA THA PAHLE TO KUCH NA THA PAR AB DIL KA DAURA PAD RAHA THA I HAV WRITTEN THIS POEM WHEN I WAS IN CLASS 10.BUT NOW A DAYS I M BECOMING DULL MY PEN IS SEIZING.SUM 1 HAS GON TOO FAR FROM ME SO THIS HALT.BUT THE COURAGE I HAV GAINED FROM ALL MY FRIENDS SOON I WILL CUM OUT OF MY HIBERNATION……..ALWAYS FIND NEW WAYS TI EARN MONEY BUT NEVER B TOO MATERIALISTIC OTHERWISE HEART ATTACK IS NEVER TOO FAR AWAY
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– July 13, 2008
O MYGONE DAYS MY GAON
[MERA GAON] DOOR UDTI DHOOL ME POKHAR MEIN KHILTE PHOOL ME BERION KEEKRON KE SHOOL ME AUR BARGAD WALE SKOOL ME MERA GAON BASTA HAI ====================== PEEPAL KI GHANI SHAANW ME KISI GORI KE JHANJHAR WALE PANW MEIN LALLU LAL WALI US NAAW ME AUR KALE KAUYE KI KANW KANW MEIN MERA GAON BASTA HAI ====================== BAILON KE GALEY KI GHANTION MEIN MASTERJI KI TEZ SANTION MEIN GALIYON KE KANCHYON MEIN AUR BHOLEPAN KE UN SANCHYON MERA GAON BASTA HAI ====================== KHETON ME KHALIHANO MEIN BAGON ME BAGANO MEIN DAHI MAKHAN DOODH KE PAKWANO MEIN AUR CHAHUN OR FAILE NEELE AASMANO ME MERA GAON BASTA HAI ====================== MASHUAREY KE JAAL ME MACHLI KI CHAAL MEIN OONCHE KHADE SAAL MEIN RAMDAS KE CHAWAL WALE THAL MEIN AUR US SEEDHE SARAL MARAAL MEIN MERA GAON BASTA HAI ====================== SHAHAR MAHNGA HAI AUR GAON SASTA HAI PAR SHAHAR ROTA HAI AUR GAON HASTA HAI ISI HANSI ME MERA GAON BASTA HAI ISI KHUSHI ME MERA GAON BASTA HAI ====================== I M A VILLAGER AND I M PROUD TO B ONE.BAHOOT SUNDER EHSAAS HAI VILLAGE LIFE KA.WITHIN A FEW DAYS I WILL B OUT OF THIS COUNTRY TO EARN MY LIVING.HEY MAA DHARA HEY MERE DESH KI MITTI TUJHE IS MITTI K PUTLE KA KOTI KOTI PRANAM
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– July 13, 2008
AJ FIR DIL HAARA HAI I M DEFEATED
MAAN AJ TU FIR UDAS HAI KYA TERA ANT SAMAY PASS HAI YA FIR YE UNKA EHSAAS HAI
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– July 12, 2008
MY SECRET LOVE
SHE WAS POOR BCOZ SHE HAD NO MONEY BUT SHE WAS RICH AS SHE HAD A GREAT HEART EVEN TWICE BIGGER THAN MINE.I WEEP WHEN SHE CREEPS. O MY GOD FORGIVE ME SHE WAS INNOCENT AS A SHEEP.I M BECOMING HY FY DAY TO DAY BUT WHERE R U MY VILLAGE BEAUTY.WILL U COME BACK.O MY FRNDS ANYWHERE IN WORLD PLZ SUGGEST ME WAT SHOULD I DO.LONG UNENDING R MY GRIEFS.I M RESPONSIBLE I M RESPONSIBLE.U WERE A SAINT MY R O MY R YOU WERE PIOUS.I HATE MYSELF.LOV U ALWAYS .I KNOW YOU R SOMWHERE BUSY WITH UR LIFE.NOW I WON’T CUM TO DISTURSB U.I LIV BUT ONLY SORROWS .SOME OTHER DAY I WILL NARRATE YOU A VERY SAD STORY REALLY SAD ……
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– July 11, 2008
