The poem speaks for itself .couldn't control my thoughts after I heard a terrorist speak to the media .Kuch to karne ki zaroorat hai..aur kuch bahut bada karne ki zaroorat hai Let us tell them that we are going to survive! Praying for all the wounded souls while Mumbai is still under siege . Pic taken from the Internet
A result of another experiment with pain .Tried to portray the emotions when a person undergoes an excruciating pain. Shayad tab ka ehsaas jab billakh bilakh kar rone wala dard hota hai just an experiment The poem serves its purpose if it brings even a drop of tear to your eyes ..aur dard par ro to har koi sakta hai .dard par waah waah kiya jaaye tab koi baat hai! Aur kehte bhi hain, dard ke bina dawaa ka wajood bhi nahin I give you "Ishq Ka Janaaza"
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P.S. It is just a figment of imagination .
This poem is a tribute to my favourite poet Harivansh Rai Bachhan Ji, specially to his marvelous creation "Madhushaala". Though I don't drink, I somehow attempted to get close to the thought wo kehte hain na ki nsaha gar sharaab me hota to botal behak ke toot jaati..nasha to dil me hota hai I give you "Saaki Ka Ghar"
"Pyaar milaa, Yaar Milaa, Dard Milaa, mili bewafaai bhi .paa liyaa sab kuch tere ghar me Saaki, aur mili dard-e-dil ki dawaai bhi .."
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Another path that my thought went for soul searching about what soul mates actually are .Are they really made for each other? As in single soul residing in two bodies .are they something like "Meri Tum ..Tumhaara Main" types? I hope to be successful in my quest of finding this answer Had nothing to do last Sunday so did a narration of the poem as well. Please be patient while the music loads ..
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I absolutely don't remember in which frame of mind I wrote this poem, I guess during my flight to Lucknow. I love to write on romance, passion and pain, all of them being my favourite subjects. While having a discussion over this poem with an iland friend, her observation about the fact that there is a sudden change of tone in the poem, as if I was exhausted exhausted of romance, set me to ponder, am I really exhausted of romance? Which is why the poem treaded its path to "Neelami Ki Mehfil" ? I am still pondering ..lemme ponder while all of you romance to the core! Cheers pic@moving car, enroute Gorakhpur
