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कुछ ख़्वाब हैं उस कब्र में, जो कब्र अब तक खुदी नहीं, ज़िद्दी लपट हूँ उस आग की, जो आग अभी बुझी नहीं । खैरियत में पूछ लो, खैफियत हर जान की, पसीने में खून है, ये ज़िदगी ईमान की । हौसलें हैं चाँद पर, कि चाँदनी भीगी नहीं, हथेली है आग पर, और बर्फ भी पिघली नहीं । भीड़ की हाहाकार में एक वीर की अब खोज है, मिल गया तो "राम", नही तो "सत्य है" का शोर है । अब उम्र हुई उस कलि की, जो फूल अभी तक बनी नहीं, खैर वो अराली की कलि है जो देव पर चढ़ती नहीं । बरखा की एक बून्द है, जो धरा पर बिखरी नहीं, चाँदनी में ओस बन, वो रेत में लिपटी नहीं । - ---X----

Surya Kiran Aerobatics Team (SKAT) @ Air Fest 2019 HQMC, Nagpur  Excitement increased beat by beat, Soul danced on the rhythm. Joy and thrill, both inside and outside, Just waiting for them to fly by. First the announcement, then roar in sky, Every eye searched for glory in the sky. Cries of joy and waving hereby, In seconds and flashed, they passed by. Me and the crowd were calm again, They were quite and I was cold again. Eyes full of hopes, scanned the sky again, No more announcements , no more roar again. Heart said- That was the last one, They had passed by!!!

Thank You!!! I was happy; When you smiled at me; When you passed by me; Especially when, you looked me, Standing by my side. Though you never called me; You never hold me; You never touched me; I was happy. But then you left me; Left me like anything; I was shattered & broken; I was sad, yet, ALIVE!!! And the last blow came, When you smiled at me, With someone else beside you... (Now, I wanna thank you; Thank You for Coup de Grâce! ) PS- Thank You!!! For Everything...

I imagined your eyes to be beautifully dark , Almost black with bright burning spark. It was years ago, when I met you, Still, I remember dark eyes of you. Yesterday I had a glimpse of you in the park, You were not same, your ever were not dark. Now, you stand in front of me- With bright BROWN glittering eyes. And I am confused, whether- I loved you, or your dark eyes .

Flag bearer I'm walking in midst of battle,  Body is shivering like that of cattle.  Some faces I knew and others not, Fight is fierce and the blood is hot.  Some looked at me and others ignored,  Rest fell to rest and then they snored. They laid there for a forever sleep, But none had time to wait and weep. Shedding blood and shedding tear, (Battle) Cries are loud but none to hear. In this havoc, I heard a beat, Which grew stronger with my every feet. It was none than my beating heart, Which kept my strength from falling apart. Holding the flag I walked and walked,  Accompanying me, heart talked and talked.  Aching body of an ageing ace, It gave up, but I kept my pace. Pain and pains are hacking head, Body died, I am walking dead.  But I think the end is here, Cause this is the top and I'm here. I took the flagpole and buried it deep, All looked at me, lion and she...

Random though, random moment! Sun bowing down, To welcome the dusk. Giving red tint, To clouds of dust. Lined by red , Orange ball of fire. Throwing rays, Higher and higher. Rays piercing sky, And shadowing clouds . A show of patterns, With birds screeching loud. Flocks of birds, Perching all at once. Asking each other- Was the day fun? Flights of fun, Screams of joy. Just look at them- How much they enjoy?! Between constant honks, Sun went down. Sky still so lit, Like shining crown . And that light, Went off too. All over the land, Darkness loomed. Chirping ceased, In an easing way. Silence doomed, As mood sways. Flashes, blinks, And then light. Street brightens again, As day turned night. Nothing special happened, No particular gains. Except moment of joy, While struggling pains. There'll be day again, Turning dark to light, Night will end with day, And day with night. (Observation and Imagination are a blessing, not every...

Hidden from the world, And the people out there. Somewhere in corner, Into a folder in there. Lies, your photographs. Into the folder, Are some rare pictures, Stolen images, Smuggled display pictures. Yeah, those are, your photographs. Whenever I feel low, Or excited about something. I opened the folder, And told them everything. Then feel proud of it, I'm a silly being! All thanks, to your photographs. Many times you smiled, Or frowned for me. Gave me advises, or Told, Let it be! You lived in there, In your photographs. Though I wished you presence, You want my absence. And if that makes you happy, I'll miss your presence. But, I'll live you, in your photographs. I'll love you, in your photographs.