tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88785028579608375092024-03-14T03:48:02.266-07:00MaH P@SSIoN :M@H CrEaTiONanurag srivastavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07788308268829283805noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878502857960837509.post-86242126895562542302014-10-04T06:16:00.001-07:002014-10-04T06:19:47.824-07:00Ardor<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><span style="color: red;">Glow was adamant</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">Proud of its beauty</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">Spanning its wings<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"><br />Swallowing the dark stretches</span></span></b></div>
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In the darkness<br />
Thrived a dream<br />
To reach the zenith<br />
And, fuse with the ‘magnificent ’ gleam</div>
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And , a dreamer<br />
Fascinated by her pseudo elegance<br />
Secretly hoping for one day<br />
To perch his stance</div>
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Stark fool,naive<br />
Were, one of few names<br />
Others called him<br />
When told about what he aims</div>
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Steadfast,he walked<br />
On his journey to top<br />
Abandoning his current self<br />
For a meatier shop</div>
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Images of once desired<br />
Flared up in his head<br />
And the past dedicated<br />
For the path he once tread</div>
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Trying to be unfazed<br />
Decided to keep moving<br />
Towards the ‘big’ dream<br />
Sacrificing the old sowing</div>
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When in vicinity<br />
He kissed the glow<br />
Trying to absorb the beauty, stared at her<br />
Incessantly with straight bow</div>
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And then the wind blown<br />
With all its might<br />
Slashing the now ‘small ‘ glow<br />
Of the candle light</div>
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Suddenly he wanted to go back<br />
To his world of ‘star’<br />
To the old sowing<br />
But too tired to move, perhaps he came too far</div>
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Enchanted by the glow<br />
Insect rested on fire<br />
Oblivious of its fate<br />
Burned in furious glow of desire</div>
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anurag srivastavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07788308268829283805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878502857960837509.post-58514526097162129642014-10-04T06:15:00.001-07:002014-10-04T06:23:36.163-07:00the oblivion...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #20124d;">The grayness of my thoughts, the oblivion</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #20124d;">My transit to an alighted state, I wander for a reason</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #20124d;">Dodging the cuffs of ‘pompous’ reality</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #20124d;">I dissolve my existence into the ‘serene’ lie</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #20124d;">Away from the repelling scars of judging eyes</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #20124d;">In my revolting thought my solace lies</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #20124d;">A thought so small, yet so adamant</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #20124d;">To triumph the shackles of this ‘regular’ world, walk beyond its hateful rant</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #20124d;">Their monotonous prejudice ,dead but walking</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #20124d;">So same , the air reeks of stagnancy in the ghetto locking</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #20124d;">I walk free, free from slavery of ‘ sane’s ’</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #20124d;">We still together, can walk, in those lanes</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #20124d;">Beyond the physical boundaries, I will meet you in my dream</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #20124d;">Eternal, forever, no brow creaking when we gleam</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #20124d;">We will bloom together in an idea of a child</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #20124d;">Eternal, forever young, free and wild.</span></div>
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anurag srivastavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07788308268829283805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878502857960837509.post-78560617188282487612014-10-04T06:14:00.000-07:002014-10-04T06:22:02.404-07:00doosra chehra<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red;">आज मैं खुद से खफा सा हूँ</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red;">एक पल के लिए रुक सा हूँ</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red;">पीछे मुड़ कर देखना चाहता हूँ</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red;">आज मैं थम कर सोचना चाहता हूँ</span></span></div>
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वो सब जो मैंने पीछे छोड़ दिया<br />
खुद को एक नयी राह पर मोड़ दिया</div>
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चलते चलते शायद मैं आगे निकल गया हूँ<br />
जो सपने गढ़े थे शायद उनसे फिसल गया हूँ</div>
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जब मैंने नजर उठाई<br />
आँखों में तैर गई सच्चाई</div>
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खुद में मैंने खुद को ना पाया<br />
नजर आया एक अजनबी का साया</div>
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कौतूहलवश मैंने पुछा,कौन हो तुम?मैं तुम्हे पहचान नहीं पाया<br />
तुमसे जन्मा,तुम्हारी ही रचना हूँ मैं ,ये उत्तर आया</div>
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मेरी दुविधा देख कर वो मुस्काया<br />
पूछा ,जानना चाहते हो मैं कैसे आया</div>
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मैंने उस दिन जन्म पाया<br />
जिस दिन तुम्हारे अंदर स्वार्थ आया</div>
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जब तुम्हारे अंदर अहंकार जना<br />
उस दिन मैंने किशोर बना</div>
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जब-जब तुमने अपने सपनो का किया तिरस्कार<br />
तब-तब मेरा बढ़ता गया आकार</div>
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मेरा आवरण,मेरा व्यवहार,सब मैंने तुमसे है पाया<br />
मेरी सोच ,मेरे कर्म,और मेरी काया</div>
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क्रोधित होकर मैं चिल्लाया<br />
मैं श्रेष्ठ हूँ ,मैंने सब कुछ है पाया</div>
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मैं समाज में स्वीकृत हूँ,मेरे पास है किताबी शिक्षा<br />
मैं आज वो हूँ जो बनने की थी मेरी इच्छा</div>
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क्या समाज में स्वीकृति ही तुम्हारा ख्वाब है<br />
जो आज तुम हो वो मात्र एक नकाब है</div>
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नकाब जो तुमने ओढ़ा ताकि तुम्हारी रफ़्तार कम ना हो<br />
अपने ही सपनों को मरते देखने का गम न हो</div>
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जिस समाज में स्वीकृति को आज तुम अपना उद्देश्य मानते हो<br />
एक वक़्त उसी के रूढ़िवाद के तुम विरुद्ध थे,क्या तुम ये जानते हो?</div>
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तुम्हारे अंदर आज भी जीवित हैं वो निशान<br />
उस वक़्त के जब तुम बनना चाहते थे एक अच्छा इंसान</div>
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ग्लानि के मारे मैं आगे बढ़ गया<br />
आज मैं अपनी ही नजरों में गिर गया</div>
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पर मैं इस 'सभ्य' समाज का 'सभ्य' आदमी हूँ<br />
मैंने सच्चाई से जल्दी ही मुह मोड़ लिया<br />
खुद को देख ना सकूँ इसलिए दुबारा नकाब ओढ़ लिया</div>
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अनुराग श्रीवास्तव</div>
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anurag srivastavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07788308268829283805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878502857960837509.post-40379232473068518752013-02-24T13:26:00.002-08:002013-02-24T13:26:21.842-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguNwiD0FGYKCn6GWTkVsxFC3xHFe_TW9jDFYBPfQzKrjV-ZXn8Oylrcq2mX2sn5CEDDM_p5khystcT7tCgZEmziCHFRt-EO53ChXHCj1jgludSQBp6SPKqYhNPIGewN5tzr93ifc4KUA/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="149" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguNwiD0FGYKCn6GWTkVsxFC3xHFe_TW9jDFYBPfQzKrjV-ZXn8Oylrcq2mX2sn5CEDDM_p5khystcT7tCgZEmziCHFRt-EO53ChXHCj1jgludSQBp6SPKqYhNPIGewN5tzr93ifc4KUA/s200/images.jpg" width="200" /></a><span style="color: #e06666;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">FOR ALL THE SINGLES WITH LOVE</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Inking on the pages at this dead time </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Jobless, hopeless and devoid of any melody or chime</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">I overheard someone say love is in the air</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">I rose to grab, but in vein, is it fair?</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">The thin air whispered in my ear</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">It’s not love its February winter go get something to wear</span></span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #e06666;"><br />A shriek emanated from the adjacent room<br />With my pants still halfway, I ran to found the doom<br /><br />Poor chap was cajoling the ‘lady’ on line<br />By a single minute he had missed the 12’o clock wish deadline<br /><br />Out of curiosity I inquired by passers what was the scene?<br />Pitying me for my feigning they left but made me more keen<br /><br />Determined, I got hold of a ‘stud’, what is the rush all about?<br />Sensing a bereaved,’ stud’ in an unusual calm voice informed me its love night<br /><br />Cajoling ‘poor chap’ suddenly crossed my mind for a while<br />Was this really the night of love for they were ready to walk the mile<br /><br />Then it dawned upon me I am single and still waiting for my love of day<br />I echoed “will be different “and it won’t start in feb and end in may<br /><br />If not today, I will wait a decade to make you mine<br />One day, yes, you will be my valentine</span><br /><br /><b><i><u><span style="color: blue;">DEDICATED TO GIRL who has the cutest smile in this whole world :)</span></u></i></b></span></div>
anurag srivastavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07788308268829283805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878502857960837509.post-13873981720015196142013-02-24T13:20:00.003-08:002013-02-24T13:20:55.063-08:00UNTIL WHEN? कब तक?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>One more day, one more night of underlying horror, of tattered clothes and dreams.one more violation, not only of law, but, of dignity, of already vulnerable humanity. One more unceasing string of news channels reporting her ‘crushed world’ to the ‘castrated’ masses demanding castration for the savage brutes.</b></div>
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<b> The whole nation is crumbling, the fear hidden deep in many layers is stark naked. Fear that my daughter is not safe, my sister may not roam freely. Country is witnessing one of its major revolts, protest has become synonymous with voice of justice, anger suppressed since ages has erupted and the whole system is facing the heat. Honey coated promises are again being bucked by our ‘respected’ leaders. Strict vigilance has been put in place and suddenly every man who till yesterday was all praise for his chauvinism is flooded with uncontrollable urge to bobbitise those inhuman and is feeling warmth of sudden rush of respect for fairer sex.</b></div>
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<b> These assaults on women are not an outcome of a sudden provocation of a psychopath who was aroused by a woman(we just hope the arousal doesn’t occur in you when you see your sister after a bath)wearing clothes of her choice. these barbaric attacks are collective outburst of a stinking mindset of a decaying society. We, at the grass root level are responsible for enhancing this visible n silent violence on women. We, the society catalyzes the rotten mind of a woman hater by inducing him with an idea that she is weak, she can be exploited, she can be rammed, she must bend to his whims.</b></div>
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<b>The gaping crater of this unsung bias is so deep that our most naïve chores seem to be influenced by it. It is flowing in our veins with blood. We may accept, we may not at some stage our decisions are biased by this bias .A mother teaches her daughter to wear ‘decent’ clothes in name of society and the same society after every incident seems to be altering the very definition of this ‘decent’.</b></div>
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<b> “woman must be safe” yes, of course she should be but in a course of day? These protests, these slogans seem to work only for the period media is garnishing revenues out of them. Once the media turns sour we will be back to our job of turning this society ‘societal’, the girl will be forgotten , police will sleep again and society will work until a new wolf tears out of its womb(society) and again the same cycle of allegations ,protests, reforms(I wish they could be of our mindset) will be executed and what is left after each execution is a mutilated life, who after facing a gruesome assault on her individuality faces extradition from her dreams, exilic wrath from the same society who one claimed to stand by her side.</b></div>
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<b>Apparently after a row of years her convicts will be free but she (if survives on first hand) will be forced inside prison of one society to forget another.</b></div>
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anurag srivastavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07788308268829283805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878502857960837509.post-22212215446091876352013-02-24T13:16:00.000-08:002013-02-24T13:16:08.088-08:00CONFLICT...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #cc0000;"><b>Numbing Chill in the air spark stimuli<br />To Slain a dream or eluding the memory</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000;"><b>A dream of face shimmering with a radiant smile<br />A memory of laugh shared for a while</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000;"><b>Dusty layers of past, thick into my today<br />A dream of perseverance, a dream driving my everyday</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000;"><b>Dream of black curls keep me awake<br />Memory of last embrace, the first kiss we make</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000;"><b>A dream lives in first ray of sun<br />Cauldron of energy, haul of gun</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000;"><b>A memory becomes a feathery touch on cheek<br />When the pieces of broken dream make me weak</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000;"><b>When the dream becomes passion<br />Memory feels bilked, a part of session</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000;"><b>When the memory becomes reality<br />My dream cries infidelity</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000;"><b>The chill in the air spark stimuli<br />To slain a dream or eluding the memory</b></span></div>
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<b><i><u>dedicated to TWO MOST BEAUTIFUL LADIES in my life who carved the course of my past and present </u></i></b></div>
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anurag srivastavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07788308268829283805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878502857960837509.post-1962675787809861012012-06-05T09:06:00.000-07:002012-06-05T09:06:48.872-07:00DESIRE...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><span style="color: red;">A sky of stars and fireflies</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">glow of one complementing the other</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">the humming breeze and the dancings sky</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">hearts swaying to the tune like feather</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">amidst the soothing music</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">were the bodies gyrating to the tune</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">the fireplace and the wide open sky</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">hands clung to waists and at top the gazing moon</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">such was the passion that </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">each step was in sync </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">the velvety dark sky was transfixed</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">at the svelte rhythm that it missed to wink </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">with the dark were</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">the things turning intense</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">tighter holds and heavier breathes</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">eyes exuding exuberant desire and loosing of sense</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">sweat beads resting on both love stricken faces</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">for the flame of burning desire</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">was causing an upheavel </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">as from ages two souls were burning in fire</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">with trembling hands he caressed her</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">from breasts to her lips and to her mole</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">no sign of lust but the desire in pristine form </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">the desire to amalgamate two bodies in one soul</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">and then followed the silence</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">Piercing silence,lost into each other</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">no words ;just the lips quivering in thrill</span></b><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUQoYyxLIjWLv7XD3rvvdXoWzCy074y944DMvy72XuWFYAPWVv_v1OdZCieW3Zz4z_FcdnNXtnhQpPKvmi3yyHMAr9Gj5opXkGoRaI4OTJcIFrfmpyj3jJFJmUEsMRLVZCB8xlsT2h3w/s1600/couple-kiss-love-night-rain-Favim.com-285247.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="131" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUQoYyxLIjWLv7XD3rvvdXoWzCy074y944DMvy72XuWFYAPWVv_v1OdZCieW3Zz4z_FcdnNXtnhQpPKvmi3yyHMAr9Gj5opXkGoRaI4OTJcIFrfmpyj3jJFJmUEsMRLVZCB8xlsT2h3w/s200/couple-kiss-love-night-rain-Favim.com-285247.jpg" width="200" /></a><b><span style="color: red;">in anticipation of living a dream together </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">the tiny drops of fuming passion </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">the wetness of her lips</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">dissolved into those of the boy</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">and everything else seemed to cease in their name </span></b><br />
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</div>anurag srivastavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07788308268829283805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878502857960837509.post-25042625111908695372012-04-06T06:35:00.000-07:002012-04-06T06:35:56.083-07:00MY LITTLE BROTHER(requested by my one friend)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKp6dF6h7smLVCZPFTMZqsVIB1aoIJ8tmUinrIx9uSLaubUU90VTNfK2Xd_TGW1xnk9ckIUTpA51CxlZVGbHYQ6fHBQWGCngHHbU6YLCgqjBfP4UEkqlXOlUNeJwXbYY9XJFLtnAIYNw/s1600/anurag1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKp6dF6h7smLVCZPFTMZqsVIB1aoIJ8tmUinrIx9uSLaubUU90VTNfK2Xd_TGW1xnk9ckIUTpA51CxlZVGbHYQ6fHBQWGCngHHbU6YLCgqjBfP4UEkqlXOlUNeJwXbYY9XJFLtnAIYNw/s320/anurag1.jpg" width="320" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHh5yyxc8xu25M74JvJ-KTeVGk6O9Hbu5DKBe7ZSDsgoDEIggZ0CjaBXgh31tImCrw6hWpIBHyM6aRgekbCCtbbWqdHjtWKBLqNugHc9k6wTVZfdQJEFArwObiY6f6fs9GGEFOQxNJQg/s1600/anurag2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHh5yyxc8xu25M74JvJ-KTeVGk6O9Hbu5DKBe7ZSDsgoDEIggZ0CjaBXgh31tImCrw6hWpIBHyM6aRgekbCCtbbWqdHjtWKBLqNugHc9k6wTVZfdQJEFArwObiY6f6fs9GGEFOQxNJQg/s320/anurag2.jpg" width="320" /></a><b><i><span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">Back to the memory lane</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">Amidst those winter and rain </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">Vividly capturing those good old days </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">Running together for the maggi and lays </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">Sweet sharing of secrets and those endless fights </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">Grinning on scoldings and those magic-spelled days and nights </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">Hitting you sometimes out of rotten mood</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">Then crying in a corner for I was rude</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">When world seemed weary and hopes were ‘LIE’</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">Your smiling presence again lifted me high</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">When world seemed desolated and trusted were few</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">With my dearest secrets I confided in you </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">Around you my little world is pinned </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">In you I found a child, a brother and a best friend</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">Time may change its tune , but this sissy-bro duo will always rock </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">You will always be my sweetest melody among every hip or hop</span></span></i></b> </div>anurag srivastavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07788308268829283805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878502857960837509.post-62248207475982388072012-03-21T12:51:00.000-07:002012-03-21T12:51:40.491-07:00मेरी प्रेयसी :एक अधूरी आशा<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><b><span lang="HI" style="font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">हम आज फिर मिले </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">, </span><span lang="HI" style="font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">क्या हुआ जो मिलन सिर्फ नयनों का ही था</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 21pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><b><span lang="HI" style="font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">तुम्हारी आँखें फिर एक कहानी बयां कर रही थीं</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">,</span><span lang="HI" style="font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">लाज से लिपटी मानो सारे ज़माने के बंधन हों हमारे बीच</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"> </span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8GAUDDffcyvBe8gijw-Z5wrs3pg7UCYapcV82fUalynaOXA7IJVnGe-6G6I1JXv9s8Yw1WFQDrn2e5AAE3ra2vFQrpOyZPUixB98IOSfPPaKw1lwjjyDQSAFP5ZEEik_PS21DehqY1g/s1600/422405_401114633236130_149733725040890_1763615_1118920676_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="141" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8GAUDDffcyvBe8gijw-Z5wrs3pg7UCYapcV82fUalynaOXA7IJVnGe-6G6I1JXv9s8Yw1WFQDrn2e5AAE3ra2vFQrpOyZPUixB98IOSfPPaKw1lwjjyDQSAFP5ZEEik_PS21DehqY1g/s200/422405_401114633236130_149733725040890_1763615_1118920676_n.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 21pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><b><span lang="HI" style="font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">पर शायद मजबूर मैं था मेरी चाहत मेरे सामने थी पर मैं उसे एकटक निहार ना पाया</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"> ,</span><span lang="HI" style="font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">शायद मजबूर हालात ने बनाया था प्यार की कसक थी पर मैं उसका आलिंगन भी नहीं कर सकता था</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"> </span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 21pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><b><span lang="HI" style="font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">शाम मदहोश थी </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">, </span><span lang="HI" style="font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">अपनी प्रेयसी को किसी और के संग देख रहा था शायद दृश्य मदहोशी को और सुर्ख कर रहा था </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">,</span><span lang="HI" style="font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">शाम भी जैसे दृश्य की</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">' </span><span lang="HI" style="font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">खूबसूरती</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">' </span><span lang="HI" style="font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">को मानो चुरा लेना चाहती थी</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"> </span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 21pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><b><span lang="HI" style="font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">पर कोई इस दीवाने से भी तो पूछो वो शाम उसके लिए क्या लायी थी </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; 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float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKDO_nzl7TyyhrLYl8oC71H4JYFUpC_x-9qmOJFsJINf2O01K3lo4BfxH0BE6Ih8H8Y9-w327nrgeBT5Z_rg9f3wzhbUiGG-N9e_SNBw5AMeGLjXnAEHmh8pLo-KfZ7OaAdt9DHXrSWA/s1600/405382_366309846716609_149733725040890_1665080_1177394309_a.jpg" /></a><b><span lang="HI" style="font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">पर जल्द ही एहसास हुआ कि शायद वो उमंग भरी खिलखिलाहट भी मेरे लिए नहीं थी </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">,</span><span lang="HI" style="font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">पर वो खिलखिलाहट थी तो उसकी ही</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"> </span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 21pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><b><span lang="HI" style="font-family: Mangal, serif; 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</div></div>anurag srivastavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07788308268829283805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878502857960837509.post-79620554246962755792012-03-17T07:41:00.000-07:002012-03-17T07:41:50.465-07:00वक़्त का सफ़र (हिंदी काव्य में मेरा प्रथम पदचिन्ह )<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>अंतहीन इंतज़ार </b></td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="color: red;"><b>आज फिर शाम ढलते ही एक अजब सी कसक दिल में उठी लगा शायद रात की खुमारी अभी उतरी नहीं <br />
आँखों में अब भी एक अनजाना सा नशा था ख्वाब कुछ कम नहीं थे <br />
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उन परिंदों के साथ ही मैं भी अपना ठिकाना ढूंढ लेना चाहता था पर वक़्त कम था निशा के गहराने के साथ ही मन पर बेचैनी छा रही थी <br />
बेचैनी जिसका अपना खुद वजूद नहीं था आज वो मुझपर हावी हो रही थी <br />
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ना जाने क्यों एक अ<span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span><span class="text_exposed_show">नजाना सा तीर चुभा लगा की शायद मैं उसे खो दूंगा <br />
ऐसा पूर्व तो कभी नहीं हुआ , फिर सोचा क्या मैंने ये शैय्या स्वयं नहीं बिछाई <br />
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मैं तो खुद शोर से भागना चाहता था और आज ख़ामोशी ने मेरे अंतर्द्वंद में उथल पुथल मचा दी थी <br />
ये कैसी कशमकश थी जिसके साथ रहने पर कभी उसके वजूद की अहमियत ना समझी आज उससे दूरी मेरे नैन सह ना पा रहे थे <br />
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आज फिर एहसास हुआ की माँ से दूर हूँ लगा कि पास होता तो मेरे सारे आंसू वो अपने आँचल में समेट लेती <br />
लगा कि ये ज़िन्दगी का कारवां है जिसमे चलते जाना ही शायद ज़िन्दगी है <br />
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ये वक़्त का सफ़र है लम्बा होगा <br />
पर शायद अंतहीन नहीं </span></b> </div></div>anurag srivastavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07788308268829283805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878502857960837509.post-14845511336488701712011-11-20T00:12:00.000-08:002011-11-20T00:16:22.999-08:00SOMETIMES<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: cyan; color: #6fa8dc;"><br />
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</span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"><b><i style="background-color: cyan;">No time to play, no time to read, I miss my life’s rhyme…<o:p></o:p></i></b></span><br />
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</span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"><b><i style="background-color: cyan;">Running aimlessly only to take lead but sometimes I feel even winning will only give pain…..<o:p></o:p></i></b></span><br />
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</i></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: cyan; color: #6fa8dc;"><span class="Apple-style-span">I will still be a loner at the top who will cry looking down at a bunch of friends dancing in ra</span><span class="Apple-style-span">in………..</span></span></i></b></div></div>anurag srivastavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07788308268829283805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878502857960837509.post-62566546676984788932011-11-09T07:21:00.000-08:002011-11-09T07:21:36.739-08:00BLOMANCE continues.........<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: red;"><i>Days have become more warm and moon lit nights are now more bright…….<o:p></o:p></i></span></b></div><div class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: red;"><i><br />
</i></span></b></div><div class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: red;"><i>I cant help but think about her and it fuels excitement height…….<o:p></o:p></i></span></b></div><div class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: red;"><i><span></span></i></span></b></div><div class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: red;"><i><br />
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</div><div class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: red;"><i> Life has found a new tune type…….<o:p></o:p></i></span></b></div><div class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: red;"><i><br />
</i></span></b></div><div class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: red;"><i>My heart wants to recreate this tune into a beautiful melody of love and life……<o:p></o:p></i></span></b></div><div class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: red;"><i><br />
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</div><div class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: red;"><i> Last night I wondered what made me fall for her……..<o:p></o:p></i></span></b></div><div class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: red;"><i><br />
</i></span></b></div><div class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: red;"><i>Was it my newly found loneliness which initiated, or was it her charm, but finally my heart concluded it was her best compatiable nature………….<o:p></o:p></i></span></b></div><div class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: red;"><i><br />
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</i></span></b></div><div class="MsoSubtitle" style="tab-stops: 186.85pt; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: red;"><i> <o:p></o:p></i></span></b></div><div class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: red;"><i>A typical Indian girl who loves SRK only as raj and for whom DDLJ was just not a movie but a epic saga of hearts……..<o:p></o:p></i></span></b></div><div class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: red;"><i><br />
</i></span></b></div><div class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjugUerhZUh203NpRgKNIEBvuUaHEiLOpzSH-vruTOtvL8hHtcJwHi8RkBgGjLA6iTBeagMRQlJHT1WOKy7rcCq6X1Y6nGQgrAkBzWVcijEQ6876Ihkxl_WQEQ9DT6xdHovggMZYcpe9w/s1600/I%2527m+so+in+love+with+you+journal+by+mypipsqueak.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: red;"><b><i><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjugUerhZUh203NpRgKNIEBvuUaHEiLOpzSH-vruTOtvL8hHtcJwHi8RkBgGjLA6iTBeagMRQlJHT1WOKy7rcCq6X1Y6nGQgrAkBzWVcijEQ6876Ihkxl_WQEQ9DT6xdHovggMZYcpe9w/s200/I%2527m+so+in+love+with+you+journal+by+mypipsqueak.jpg" width="200" /></i></b></span></a><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: red;"><i>For a boy like me catching her romance levels were atleast not possible until she teaches aparts……..<o:p></o:p></i></span></b></div><div class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: red;"><i><br />
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</div><div class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: red;"><i>But romance was not the only thing to be taught dancing was also on the peak………<o:p></o:p></i></span></b></div><div class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: red;"><i><br />
</i></span></b></div><div class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: red;"><i>Since dance and me are not made for each other and she was a dancing freak ………<o:p></o:p></i></span></b></div><div class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: red;"><i><br />
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</div><div class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><b><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: red;"><i> enough of poems ,enough of suspense today i will unfold the drama....</i></span></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><b><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: red;"><i><br />
</i></span></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><b><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: red;"><i>i will let u know wat i feel and will end my heart's trauma .......</i></span></o:p></b></div></div>anurag srivastavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07788308268829283805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878502857960837509.post-6721887045113983572011-11-09T06:36:00.000-08:002011-11-09T06:57:01.943-08:00BLOMANCE(blossoming of a new romance)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span style="background-color: white; color: #c00000; font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">only a month ago my life had changed its track...<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span style="background-color: white; color: #c00000; font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">two birds had parted ways who were once each other's jill n jack....<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span style="background-color: white; color: #c00000; font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">life was pretty much changed for me,heart was reeling under pain....<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span style="background-color: white; color: #c00000; font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">a mutual decision by heart n brain together was granted that i will not fall in love again.....<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span style="background-color: white; color: #c00000; font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">things were falling in their place again with every passing day....<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span style="background-color: white; color: #c00000; font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">in that dark arena my friends were the brightest ray.....<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO-fQXhiDHJjCE487TqMYUMm7xGw_THnMTQ7Js8mi5z05Bqo2LY76oaembBh0_TpBABL7e5_I5KlusAXpW9Uc9QMRfzkFCalsrWRrRo3SfErkXJ-EolCW4-ank0hotOKCdpxTf66TaXg/s1600/two_flowers.preview.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO-fQXhiDHJjCE487TqMYUMm7xGw_THnMTQ7Js8mi5z05Bqo2LY76oaembBh0_TpBABL7e5_I5KlusAXpW9Uc9QMRfzkFCalsrWRrRo3SfErkXJ-EolCW4-ank0hotOKCdpxTf66TaXg/s200/two_flowers.preview.jpg" width="200" /></span></a><b><i><span style="background-color: white; color: #c00000; font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">one lovely day happened the virtual meet wid my 1 frnd....<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><b><i><span style="background-color: white; color: #c00000; font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">her talks relieved my aching heart and caused it to mend.....</span></i></b><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span style="background-color: white; color: #c00000; font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">night passed and again the sun on horizon brightly shone.....<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span style="background-color: white; color: #c00000; font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">perhaps she was the one who conquered my thoughts last night,a single mention of her name even and my heart was blown....<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span style="background-color: white; color: #c00000; font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">the same feeling of life and love was back.....<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span style="background-color: white; color: #c00000; font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">it caused a rift btwn heart and mind but heart was stronger enough to kick mind aside on siderack....<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span style="background-color: white; color: #c00000; font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">the girl wid the magnificent smile had enveloped my heart and captured my thoughts<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">i dnt knw if itzzz love or crush or crush or love but certainly i have fallen fr her</span><o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div></div>anurag srivastavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07788308268829283805noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878502857960837509.post-83886106946534804242011-04-09T01:37:00.000-07:002011-04-09T01:37:50.685-07:00my crush (dedicated 2 u ) :)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<i><b>Night was dark,moon was bright</b></i><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBZR8HbHW5QOZtart3gjN7JaUe59Upz3iXA297iGpq35GcumY_abE8BvD8Lk6HTp9dkVvXPh1ZqhQ15ZI-qq2qc6MkPjcK99fNPRb32V9nDXnCm4qya0iyaBFvEDcXpagOCGMK4TSbZQ/s1600/In_Love_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBZR8HbHW5QOZtart3gjN7JaUe59Upz3iXA297iGpq35GcumY_abE8BvD8Lk6HTp9dkVvXPh1ZqhQ15ZI-qq2qc6MkPjcK99fNPRb32V9nDXnCm4qya0iyaBFvEDcXpagOCGMK4TSbZQ/s200/In_Love_2.jpg" width="150" /></a><i><b>room was full of books and light.....</b></i><br />
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<i><b>books opened but eyes at lappy</b></i><br />
<i><b>waiting 4 sum1 whose namesake makes me happy .......</b></i><br />
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<i><b>trying 2 leap into books but heart w8ing 4 sum1 mine </b></i><br />
<i><b>instantly the fb showed one new friend online ......</b></i><br />
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<i><b>mah heart raced and hands caused a rush </b></i><br />
<i><b>to check if she was the one over whom my lil heart has a crush......</b></i><br />
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<i><b>and 2 my utter delight she was the one </b></i><br />
<i><b>4 whom my heart had caused a run......</b></i><br />
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<i><b>an angelic beauty shinier than amber & milkier than milk</b></i><br />
<i><b>whose one feel would certainly spark touch of silk.......</b></i><br />
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<i><b>a fairy wid gentle touch of geek </b></i><br />
<i><b>even the mention of whose would cause mah heart go weak.......</b></i><br />
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<i><b>her likes list was topped by table tennis game </b></i><br />
<i><b>for a crickt enthu guy as me it seemed unique lyk her name ........</b></i><br />
</div>anurag srivastavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07788308268829283805noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878502857960837509.post-34335387129324324472011-04-09T01:00:00.000-07:002011-04-09T01:00:18.033-07:00mah first poem(n mah fav. one)BROKEN HEART<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>Today u have left me alone</i></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>has the love soured ,which u once shown ....</i></b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>my life was blank ,u made it shine</b></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>The day u added ur heart to mine.....</b></i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>once ur love had made my face shine lyk sun in noon </b></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>today ur absence has made it pale as winter moon....</b></i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>Your love had changed me , i had found my heaven in you</b></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>How could you be so mean 2 giv ur heart to sum1 new.....</b></i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>i jus cant distinguiush btwn real n reel</b></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>wenever those moments i feel ....</b></i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>Today my heart aches 2 go back to d past</b></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>i can console mahself bt mah silly heart cant blv u r lost....</b></i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>You were my heartthrob,you were my first love </b></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>you were my life,you were my birdie dove .......</b></i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>In dis journey of love she went on wagon and left me on cart </b></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>perhaps i will have 2 always bear the grunt of dis BROKEN HEART........</b></i></span><br />
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