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Rishtei

Kuch rishtei bann jaate hain
Chand lamhon ki pehchaan se
Umar beet jaati hai kuch mein
Rah jaatei kuchh, anjaan se

Anant saagar ki lahron mein
Dhhalti kirnon ke baan se
Ik aakriti sii ubhar aati hai
Mann mein kis ke aahwaan se

Dil ka milna, kismet se hai
Na koshish na ahsaan se
Khamoshi bhi tabh kah jaati hai
nigahon ke byaan se

 

Khushi

 

Posted in Urdu Poetry / Shayari.

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My Beloved

You drive me crazy
You drive me nuts
With you I am upbeat
And bounty of guts

My life is in tune
With your musical beats
I lay my hand and
You tread me to feats

Tall dark and handsome
You are all these and more
With you I go places
And so much I explore

With you I find solace
And the moments of peace
My roads are enlightened
And the gloom begins to cease

You take me for a ride
And scenic long drives
My love, my companion
My soul-mate for thrives

My enthusiasm and thrills
You keep them at par
You give me the comforts
You are my best car.

                       — Khushi

Posted in English Poetry.

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Made for each other

Beautiful as a princess
Draped in shades of red
Decorated with gem'n jewels
In silk and zari thread

Embellished with grace'n aroma
Of Roses and autumn's bloom
Radiating a sparkling glow
She stands beside the groom

As charming and cute is she
His charisma is spellbound too
Adorned with chivalry and reason
His types are rare and few.

They vow and promise with love
To befriend each other for life
And angels step down to the aisle
To pronounce them man and wife

May their love be forever
In sunshine and in shade.
Complete they seem together
For each other were they made

                                   – Khushi

Posted in Love.

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Silver Lining

There are times in life
When the days seem hard
We are wiling to succumb
When the troubles embark

The worries keep growing
They put us to test
We are about to give up
When we should give it our best

We pull up our courage
And look around our space
Miss the cheer leaders
Who vanished at our face.

We try hard to persist
And fight against the odds
Burn the midnight oil
And give our best shots

So close to the horizon
Still miss it by a chance
Fate seems a nemesis
Playing the Devil's dance

Life thwarts us with failures
And successes to make us proud
With one rule to Remember
There's a lining to every cloud

It's just a fun test game
Where God is our coach
His delays are not his denials
It's the golden way to approach.

                                         ' Khushi

 

Posted in English Poetry.

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Nostalgic Beauty

The beauty so splendid

So innate and sheer

The view is nostalgic

Bedazzled with glare

 

Such a romantic place

Yes! I am here

I look beside me

But you are not there.

 

I crave to hold you

In my arms my dear

My heart beats faster

Your want I can't bear

 

I close my eyes

Your voice I hear

I open them up

Down rolls another tear.

 

                         — Khushi

Posted in Humor.

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Describe Khushi

While browsing off the internet, I came across this site called the Johari Window.  The word "Johari" in the Indian language Hindi means - Jeweler. In the literal sense, someone who could tell the worth of a stone (diamond or glass) at the blink of an eye.

Here at www.kevin.org the Johari Window is:

The Johari Window was invented by Joseph Luft and Harrington Ingham in the 1950s as a model for mapping personality awareness. By describing yourself from a fixed list of adjectives, then asking your friends and colleagues to describe you from the same list, a grid of overlap and difference can be built up.

Seems a nice one :)  My blog, my whimsical discourse, acts as an expression and  a vent for what I see, think and feel. The essence of my writings, in a way, is a reflection of me.

Come on friends, come tell me what you think about the author of this blog thats  me - Khushi 

Describe me at : http://kevan.org/johari?name=khushiA

 Cheers

Khushi !!

Posted in Blogs.

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Soldier’s Diary (Iraq)

Why am I here
Give me a reason

Is it for my mom
who is frail and weak
still stares at the driveway
awaiting for me in vain

Is it for my dad
Who cheered my games
And now hides his fears
Of not seeing me ever again

Is it for my kids
Who have just one wish
To play with their dad
In sunshine and in rain

Is it for my wife
Who gave me love
And now all I give her
is my dust and all this strain

Is it for the land
Where I was born
Is its freedom at stake
That I am suffering pain

I know I am a soldier
I fight for a cause
To save and to free
the innocent from chains

But who is the sinner here
Who is the enemy
Who is the captive
Who is the one to gain

Why am I still here
Give me a reason

— Khushi

Posted in English Poetry.

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Kuch pata hi nahi chala

Ajnabi kuch anjaane se
Kab dil ke azeez ho gaye
Kuch pata hi nahi chala

Harre bhare uss aangan se
Kab phool sitaare jhadh gaye
Kuch pata hi nahi chala

Jaagti aankhon ke soone sapne
Kab ansoon banke bah gaye
Kuch pata hi nahi chala

Bechain karte yeh tanha din
Kab mahino mein badal gaye
Kuch pata hi nahi chala

Haathon ki lakeeron se
Kab kitne alfaaz mit gaye
Kuch pata hi nahi chala

                        — Khushi

Posted in Urdu Poetry / Shayari.

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My Angels

Bestowed upon me
By the loving grace of God
are some wonderful angels
Worthy of an applaud.
 
An abundance of strength and love
and full of embracing care;
are my Mom and Dad
who make an adorable pair.
 
Together they’ve stood always
against that couldnt be cured,
Shall Always look up to them
for all they have endured
 
Lord seemed really pleased
with a great deed i had done
When He gave me my brothers
who are loads and loads of fun.
 
Their love and care for me
surpasses anyone on this earth
the gems that they are
no one can match their worth
 
As generous as God is,
He looked at me and smiled
Blessed me with my Uncle
who’s amusing yet so styled
 
My partner in crime he is
for cravings of the spice
my idol and my mentor
he’s progressive yet so nice
 
I couldn’t have had better
my relations of the blood
He graced me with His touch
and filled my life with buds
 
I don’t crave for plenty
I can count them on my hands
they know me in and out
have scorched with me on sands
 
My fingers are always crossed
Touch wood is all I do
so thankful I am to Him
He made my dreams come true.
 
                                           — Khushi

Posted in English Poetry.

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1:1 with God

{one on one with God - Prayer to Thee}

I asked God for strength
And he gave me challenges
I would strongly face to win

I asked God for wisdom
And He gave me opportunities 
I would see through the unjust

I asked God for care
And He gave me friends
I would selflessly care for

I asked God for love
And He gave me family
I would love more than myself

I asked God for beauty
And He gave me flowers
I would grace the ambiance with

I asked God for wealth
And He gave me blessings
I would be content with. 

                  — Khushi

Posted in English Poetry.

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