Beautiful Lyrics!

"Arziyaan Sari Mein,
Chehre Pe Likh Ke Laaya Hoon
Tumse Kya Mangu Mein,
Tum Khud Hi Samjah Lo…"

"Tut Ke Bikharna Mujhko Zarur Aata Hai,
Varna Ibbadat Wala Ssarur Aata Hai
Sajde Mein Rehne Do, Abb Kahin Na Jaunga
Abb Jo Tumne Tukhraya To Sawar Na Paunga..."

The Pen Holder on my Desk

In this strange world where thousands of unexplained thoughts float in the space waiting to be considered I discover a new light! Sometimes acutely disconnected objects get discreetly linked to one another by the medium of thought. For example, cheese flavored chips remind me of an old friend of mine. I was narrating her stories to someone on some day while I ate those cheese flavored chips. I don't remember who was I talking to but I associate cheesy chips with that ol' friend till today! Similarly, the pen holder on my office desk sings the song :

"Tere bina zindagi se koi shikwa toh nahi,
shikwa nahi, shikwa nahi,
Tere bina zindagi bhi lekin zindagi nahi,
zindagi nahi, zindagi nahi!"

Additional Information : Ganpati bappa I miss you too :( Hyd is not very enthusiastic about Ganesh Chathurti. Bhude!

I Am What I Am.

While killing time on Orkut I came across this guy who called himself "I Am What I Am". Impressive. I really appreciate real people though I admit I do not know of many of them. I live in an eccentric world. I watch from a corner. I perceive "madness". Sheer madness. I don't want to be sane.

"bawra mann dekhene chala ek sapna,
bawre se mann ki dekho bawari hain baaten,
baware se mann ki dekho bawari hain bateen,
bawari si karvaton se nindiya duur bhage,
baware se naian chahe,
baware jarhokhon se,
baware nazaron ko takna."

Lyrically beautiful song. Don't watch it. Close your eyes and listen to it here.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ItmcP9vlbL0

Shakespeare - Sonnet 76

"Why is my verse so barren of new pride?

So far from variation or quick change?

Why with the time do I not glance aside,

To new found methods and to compounds strange?

Why write I still alone, ever the same

And keep invention in a noted weed,

That every word doth almost fell my name

Shewing their birth and where they did proceed?

0, know, sweet love, I always write of you

And you and love are still my argument;

So all my best is dressing old words new

Spending again what is already spent;

For as the sun is daily new and old,

So is my love still telling what is told."

I believe there has never been a man like him and never a poet like him!

When she cried..

She slept curled on the bed with her left cheek pressed down against the pillow. Darkness had engulfed her. Her expression was grim. Her lips subconciously drooped down towards the end. Her eyes seemed pale even in the darkness of the night. They blinked too often, she'd been crying a couple of hours now. A tear slithered down from her right eye slowly, as if mocking at her for her foolishness. It stopped just above the nose where it joined by another tear. A third quickly followed. She slept in a pool of her warm tears. She wiped off the tears often only to make place for some more of them. She wondered if anyone in the world knew how she felt. If anyone felt the way she did.

A faded song played somewhere,

"Kyun khoye khoye chaand ki firaq mein talash mein udaas hai dil,
Kyun apne aap se khafa khafa zara zara sa naraz hai dil,
Yeh manzillen bhi khud hi tay kare,
Yeh faasale bhi khud hi tay kare,
Kyun khoye khoye chaand ki firaq mein talash mein udaas hai dil."