Musings of Anjul

Mixed feeling of love and departure, remembrance and pain of loosing.

June 15, 2008 • 3:27 am 4

Monsoon Love

This is not a poem.

Its the time of lightning, showers and being like a child again

Yeah I am talking about Monsoon, the lovely Monsoon.

With romantic and cool breezes all over, my Heart sings a song,

even my Guitar echoes the sweetest tune with them.

Every adult becoming a child and every child opening their genuine characteristics,

Roads are now rivers. Birds and Animals are enjoying the showers.

Gardens are more greener, Fabulous smell of wet soil,

And I can see few paper boats flowing in the streams generated by water logging.

Municipality people are busy in hiding their weaknesses,

Even PWD people starts doing their work.

Couples start roaming around here and there like a honey bee,

Cool dudes are getting wet and blowing their horns unnecessarily.

Yeah its the time to uncover the acts of everyone, and their sins too.

The poorest road side habitats covering their sheds with plastics, Dogs are searching for a safe locations,

Even I am preparing for monsoons, covering my windows!

After all monsoon brings us happiness, wealth and Flood too.

My love for monsoon is like a 6000 litre tank full of water,

I love it because it will again recharge my tube well,

And also encourage my Mom to make some spicy pakodas.

It brings everyone closer, like you have a chance to share your umbrella with someone.

PS: This time Monsoon is eager to spread love earliest by 14 days breaking the record of 108 years.

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March 15, 2008 • 3:57 am 0

जब कोई भीड़ में भी तन्हा हो जाता है

हर नज़र उसकी नज़रों को टटोलती
कि क्या उनके दिल मे है
और मन ही मन हम खुश हो जाते
आख़िर मे उनका एक कदम बढाना
मेरे दिल का धड़कना, आरजू का जगना
जैसे जुगनू की चमक वैसे आपकी कनक
इन नज़रों के खेल मे
कभी मेरा हारना तो कभी उनका
पर इस हार मे भी मजा है
मैं तन्हा ही कहीं चले जा रहा हूँ
उसकी मुस्कराहट को दिल में सहेजे
यादो के दामन में खो जाता हूँ

जब मैं भीड़ मे तन्हा होता हूँ
अपने आप को उसकी यादो के साथ पाता हूँ

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October 31, 2007 • 3:26 pm 5

The day you went away

You left me alone in this selfish world

Your remembrance on every second

Making me dumb, day by day.

The day you went away

You’d stolen my sleeps

Making fluctuation in my beats

stimulating me with your dreams

Now, Ignoring me. Why?

The day you went away

You flew away with my heart.

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October 17, 2007 • 7:37 pm 0

माना बिखरा हूँ मैं अभी,
मैंने ख्वाब पिरोये थे …
तेरी साँसों में गुम हूँ अभी,
मेरी चाहत अधूरी है …

मुश्किलें जब भी आ जायेगी,
दर्द हद से गुजर जाएगा…
कोई गम न फ़िर होगा मुझे,
अगर ख्वाबों में तुम आओगे…

अब तो आदत सी है मुझको ऐसे जीने में…

दूर जितना भी मेरे ..पास तेरे …अब तो आदत सी है मुझे…

This song is dedicated to all the persons who ever felt the ignorance by someone.

But I think that Ignorance is bliss because it encourage my inner selves to fight against this persons and thus makes me more powerful. So dont feel off on being ignored, its the never before experience which counts for our whole life. I want to make the ignorant feel that whatever is being done by him/her, they will realize it soon.

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August 17, 2007 • 1:06 am 1