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Thanks, if you have been reading this blog.
Sorry, if you stumbled upon it today. Bad timing.
 
The blog and the writer is going through a major reconstruction phase.
See you on the other side, if you wish to wait it out, that is.
 
"Hai kuch aisi hi baat jo chup hoon,
Warna kya baat kar nahi aati.

Hum wahaan hai jahaan,
Humko bhi kuch humari hi khabar nahi aati."

- Mirza Ghalib

Khaak

Ab thoda has bhi lete hain hum
jab ye aansu tapakte hain
Inhe koi bata de ye baat zara si,
Ki sab khaak main mil jaate hain
wo bhi, main bhi, tum bhi.

Mann kuch pareshaan rehta hai
Kya karu, kehta hai, poochta hai
Ise koi behlao na yaar,
Ki sab jhoot hai, maya hai
Tera pyaar, teri jeet, meri haar.

Ye aankhein thak si gayi hain
par fir bhi dhoondti hain kisi ko
Inhe koi samjhao na ye baatein,
Ki dheere dheere sab dhundli ho jaati hain
hasratein, raatein, yaadein.

Cuckoo-ed.

This girl in the neighborhood,
She is a little cuckoo,
She waits for something to happen,
Not knows where, what or who.

She tells of her bad dreams,
Of bad incidents and people,
No one comes to my rescue,
She says, and begins to fiddle.

She looks with those big dreamy eyes,
I am just myself and will be,
I fail to follow my dear, she says
Why is it then so hard to love me.

She tried to capture the sun,
Went looking for the rainbow,
And they say she is crazy,
she will never grow.

She pretends to count the stars
On the roof top every night,
Silently she weeps,
Sings herself to sleep in the fading light.

I will find my way out of here soon,
She says, you will look for me, you'll see,
The rainbow across the river,
is where your best bet should be.

This girl in the neighborhood,
She was a little cuckoo,
She found what she was looking for,
No one knows where, what or who.