आभार
लफ़्ज़ों की इस दुनिया में,
क़दरदान को तरस्ता हूँ,
बुझती नहीं प्यास,
पर दिन रात मैं बरसता हूँ |
ख्वाबों की धूप छाँव में,
इतनी सी बस मेरी ख्वाहिश है,
रुकने न पायें डगमगाते ये क़दम,
चाहे जितनी समय में आज़माइश है |
हर तीर तले यूँही ढाल हो मेरी,
चलता ही रहूं जीतने भी घाव मिले,
तन्हा न रहूं इन राहों में,
गर तेरे आँचल की छाँव मिले |
जाने है कहाँ मेरी मंज़िल,
इस मोड़ परे है कौन खड़ा,
लिखते जाना है कर्म मेरा,
बाकी तो समय ही बलवान बड़ा ||
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This post is a tribute to all the followers whose love and affection motivates me to keep going. The critics, motivators, fans, you name and I have them all. The #blogosphere has been very kind to me and the love is mutual. I hope this bond grows stronger and sweeter as time flows.
I tagged this post with #Bil19ve as a tribute to Roger Federer for winning his 8th Wimbledon and 19th grand slam. Great performance and sweet timing. My mark doesn’t stand anywhere near his achievements but he has always been an inspiration. A force to reckon, a true idol. I #Bil19ve too…
Thank you all. See you soon:-)
unlock. We exchanged a vacant stare each and then I knocked the door hesitantly still holding the key in my hand. There was no reply…I waited and knocked again. A young man answered this time…”kaun hai be”. I ignored the carelessly demotic tone and answered…”its me , Amit”. A decent looking young boy opened the door, greeted us all and invited inside. I inspected the room from outside the door and then stepped inside careful enough to put the right foot first. The moment I invaded the young boy’s habitat I knew something was not right. I took a step further anyway…but as I ventured deeper into his abode I felt a strong force against my nares, as if I was being smothered. I could sense the choking but was helpless and it seemed like someone has sucked all the oxygen out of the room instantaneously. I could feel my nasal hairs burning with the intense noxious smell creeping up my nose. I was trying to hold onto anything I could reach and fight the vigorous desire to stop breathing and drop dead when I noticed the bare feet of the supposedly innocent boy who turned out to be the daemon here. His feet were still wet with sweat and the soggy socks and shoes unarguably dipped in basilisk venom were lying just 5 feet away. I gathered my senses and ran for the balcony door and rushed it open. The next moment I was literally hanging from the dilapidated railings for a breath or two. A gush of fresh air felt like a stroll in the heaven itself. After resuscitating myself, I came back for my parents and was relieved to see they were all coming to senses. We were saved this time with what could only be described as divine intervention and it was only surprising how a meager event like shifting into my very first hostel room as first year M.B.B.S. student turned into an ordeal. Only god knows what I went through or may be only ‘My Nose Knows’…
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