tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288765442012-02-16T09:17:45.697-08:00Arindamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16814203038159095184noreply@blogger.comBlogger251100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28876544.post-27957223716329579142010-01-31T20:01:00.000-08:002010-01-31T20:02:22.795-08:00<span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Thoda sa hi sahi, par tumhare jaane ka humein gam hai...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Hai hothon pe hasi tumhari baatein sun ke, aankhein phir bhi thodi si nam hain...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Chand palon ki thi yeh khubsoorat mulakat apni,Yaadon ke liye poori zindagi phir bhi thodi si kam hai...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28876544-2795722371632957914?l=silent-cacophony.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Arindamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16814203038159095184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28876544.post-4873297631639836142009-04-28T03:05:00.000-07:002009-04-28T03:06:08.623-07:00Khandhar batate hain Mahalon ke raaz....<br />Yeh Kal ka Kal hi to hai, Jo hai Aaj...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28876544-487329763163983614?l=silent-cacophony.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Arindamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16814203038159095184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28876544.post-82635052265285711552009-03-04T00:33:00.000-08:002009-03-04T01:42:00.985-08:00<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Jaane pehchaane se O' Ajnabee! Hai yeh meri yaadon ki Aazmaish..</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Ya phir ho tum kisi aur ki haqeeqat bani, meri ek Khwab, Khayal ya Khwaish...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28876544-8263505226528571155?l=silent-cacophony.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Arindamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16814203038159095184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28876544.post-46474681322789006862009-02-25T08:17:00.000-08:002009-02-26T21:46:37.315-08:00He sat at his desk staring at the screen.<br /><br />Thinking, not particularly about anything in specific but a lot of things none of which lasted long enough to register. Like a hundred kids in a park each running around in different direction only to change run in another.<br /><br />The clock in front of him ticked away, slicing away a second from the day and from his life with each swipe of it's hand.<br /><br />The 4th cup of coffee since morning sat on his table.. It had smoking in anger and had settled down to sulking in the remaining warmth.<br /><br />The notebook was open, To Do's for the day shouting at him to look at them &amp; work. Jostling among them to come to the front &amp; get his attention. One was brandishing a double-tick mark, another showing off the underline and a third just sitting back in RED &amp; BOLD. Screaming together, they somehow negated each other into an overwhelming silence.<br /><br />He just sat at his desk staring at the screen... The moment passed or was it a minute..<br /><br />'You have a meeting in 10 minutes', said the pop-up.. He put it on the snooze, took a break to work...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28876544-4647468132278900686?l=silent-cacophony.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Arindamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16814203038159095184noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28876544.post-75354484997437591472009-02-09T05:46:00.000-08:002009-02-09T05:54:16.083-08:00The clock struck 4:30 pm.. And he woke up to the alarm on his mobile phone. It was another Sunday and he had dozed off while watching his favourite CSI. He got up, had a glass of water &amp; sat on his bed. As he came to his senses, he was struck by a strange light in his room. An orange/amber hued beam of light falling into the room through the half drawn curtains. As he traced the light, he noticed a piece of paper fluttering on the floor. He instinctively picked it up, it just said<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">"I am Sorry,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Yours &amp; Only Yours, </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">~Ashwini"</span><br /><br />He quickly flicked it around, it was blank. Not as white as it once used to be, but somewhat sepia-toned. The colour looked as if someone had dried it over a flame after washing off the ink that once gave the paper its life &amp; made it a letter.<br /><br />As he sat there with the paper in his hands, he could not bring himself to think what was once written on it. Not because he did not remember, but perhaps because the letter had lost its two most important components. The recipient &amp; the message. The latter was long irrelevant &amp; the former long gone. He was just left with what was remaining.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;">".... Sorry... &amp; ... Only Yours..."</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28876544-7535448499743759147?l=silent-cacophony.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Arindamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16814203038159095184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28876544.post-91903048990431949422009-01-26T06:49:00.000-08:002009-01-26T06:51:54.050-08:00There he stood on the balcony, with the morning mug of coffee in his hand. The watch read 8:40AM. It was a Tuesday, most ordinary of days on which he would normally by rushing through his breakfast with the day's newspaper in hand. But today was different. And how pleasantly so. It was a holiday for some great man was born on this day some millennia back. He did not care at the moment. Because it was a mid-week holiday which are as much better than weekends as are those flirtatious looks from a stranger on the train from the mushy mushy love-nothings with your wife/fiancée/girlfriend. And as he stood there looking miles into the city-side from his 11th floor apartment, he could see washed down buildings, fields &amp; trees of Salgaon. It was not usual for rains to come at this time of the year, but they had arrived like unannounced friends who were thinking of calling last night.. With the rains came down all his associations with the heavenly shower.. <br /> <br />Flashback to 1984.. He was a kid of 4. Locked up in his room by his mom to prevent him from making boats out of his shoes, he would wonder what makes it rain? ‘Mama! Why does it rain?’, he would ask; scared that it was someway related to the glass he broke or the plant he uprooted the previous evening. Mom would say ‘It’s the God taking bath, dear’.. Haah, he would think; Gods too don’t use soap nor do they bathe every morning!! He would then remember to use it as a plea next time Mom ran after him with towel in hand to make him bathe… <br /> <br />Cut 2.. Year 1988.. He was by now a boy of 8.. Going to school &amp; raking in numbers by bucket-loads in a small village school where he was the only one who wore shoes and owned the cricket bat with Kapil Dev’s picture on it. It would rain as incessantly as it ever did. The classes would be leaking &amp; the children running around excitedly with buckets, mugs &amp; anything that could hold water to put under the leaks. Tired of the running around, he would walk up to his teacher lost in long looks at the rain. People said he was a poet, he dint understand poems till then.. So he would ask ‘Sir, is this precipitation.. The final step in the water cycle of evaporation, condensation &amp; precipitation.. And look saar, there.. The rain water is washing away the soil.. That is erosion, rite?’ He didn’t remember what the teacher said in response, he was just too happy to see his new knowledge in action.. <br /> <br />Cut 3.. Year 1996.. He was in his teens now.. Had graduated from his BSA SLR unto a Luna Super.. While he had grown both in age &amp; size, his world had shrunk at the same pace.. His get away from organic chemistry was calculus &amp; time to relax meant Physics from Resnick &amp; Halliday.. The family &amp; friends were abuzz with his potential of becoming something in life.. ‘This kid is going to make it big. Look at the seriousness with which he goes about studying!’.. And rains.. Rains meant nothing.. Just another weather condition he worked through to his classes &amp; the tuitions.. Dad’s old raincoat on, trousers folded up to knee, he would be riding through the rains. No time to rest, no time for respite.. He still can’t understand what drove him, still does not understand where he lost the much romanticized early years of growing up, the teens.. <br /> <br />Cut 4.. Year 1999.. Class of 2001 engineering.. He had under-delivered on his promises. Was at a place where he dint think he would be.. But there he was.. Had long overcome the disappointment.. Had made a great bunch of friends.. Was focused more on that next afternoon cricket match than the exams 15 days round the corner.. No, he had not gone way-ward just that he knew he had it covered &amp; lost the zeal to excel.. Rains once more.. He could see himself in the cycle-stand thinking how to manage the umbrella &amp; cycle both while taking care not to wet the dilapidated library book.. <br /> It suddenly gets all blurry.. Who is that coming down the stairs looking scared with a bag on the shoulders &amp; obviously no umbrella.. Who is that for whom he runs out to offer his umbrella &amp; the library book to care &amp; cycles back all drenched in rain.. Who is it that the friends in the hostel are shouting as they see him coming back wet, without the borrowed umbrella.. Who is it? All of a sudden everything gets blurry &amp; hazy. Lightning strikes &amp; he is back to reality.. Realizes he is all wet. Had been standing in the balcony far too close to the rain.. Wipes himself dry &amp; realizes there were just drops sliding down his face.. Blames it on the rains &amp; switches on the TV, but still can’t see it clearly.. Goddamn cable-walla, or is it his eyes are still full… <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28876544-9190304899043194942?l=silent-cacophony.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Arindamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16814203038159095184noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28876544.post-20228524838710440382008-02-18T00:24:00.000-08:002008-02-18T00:25:22.928-08:00A bridge across the Ocean, A straircase to moon...<br />Just a couple of things to finish, before i meet u soon...<br /><br />Wait for me, Wait for me.. I will be there in a moment..<br />Dont let me down.. I have waited ages for this moment..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28876544-2022852483871044038?l=silent-cacophony.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Arindamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16814203038159095184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28876544.post-71429911415966036232008-02-12T03:02:00.001-08:002009-01-19T00:10:49.624-08:00<span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" ><strong>Stage1: </strong><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><strong>Unhe humari dosti tak manzoor nahin, phir bhi hum unhi se pyaar karte hain..... </strong></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><strong>Na laut ne ka vaada kar ke shadiyon pehle nikal chuke hain woh, phir bhi hum unhi ka intezaar karte hain...</strong></span><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Stage2: </strong><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><strong>Abhi dosti se unhe koi sikva nahin, muhabbat se phir bhi hai inqaar... </strong></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><strong>Naa laut ne ka vaada tod chuke hain woh, waapsi ka phir bhi hai intezaar</strong></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><strong></strong></span><br /><strong>Stage3: </strong><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><strong>Abhi dosti ki humein koi parva nahin, muhabbat ka unho ne kar liya hai izhaar...</strong></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><strong>Zindagi mere saath hai, uske baahon mein marne ka hai intezaar</strong></span><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Stage4: </strong><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><strong>Naa reh gaya koi dosti, naa reh gaya koi pyaar... </strong></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><strong>Yahan tanha hoon main, wahan akela hai mera pyaar...</strong></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28876544-7142991141596603623?l=silent-cacophony.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Arindamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16814203038159095184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28876544.post-44844660495478773912008-02-11T21:59:00.000-08:002008-02-11T22:00:28.206-08:00Sadiyon se dhoond raha hoon, tum nahin to tumhari parchhai hi sahi..<br />Par roshni ko roke hue hai koi,<br />Na jaane woh tumhari yaadein hain ya hai meri meri bewafaai<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28876544-4484466049547877391?l=silent-cacophony.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Arindamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16814203038159095184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28876544.post-28011166018178749352007-10-11T01:17:00.001-07:002009-01-26T08:00:01.767-08:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >Sadiyon se khamosh in labon pe aaj tera hi naam hai... </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >Sadiyon se pyase mere paas aaj zeher bhara ek jaam hai... </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >Sadiyon se intezaar hai us din ka jab tumse phir mulakat hogi... </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Hai woh subah Ka</span>l magar, zindagi ki meri aaj yeh Aakhri shaam hai...</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28876544-2801116601817874935?l=silent-cacophony.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Arindamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16814203038159095184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28876544.post-20513982820447644722007-08-20T04:43:00.000-07:002007-08-20T04:44:45.663-07:00Jakhm-e-dil kisi ko nazar nahin aata, Khoon behta bhi hai to aankho se paani ban kar<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28876544-2051398282044764472?l=silent-cacophony.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Arindamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16814203038159095184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28876544.post-58105764852788240502007-02-16T04:29:00.000-08:002007-02-16T04:30:04.535-08:00Tere aankhon mein jo sapna hai, woh main ho bhi sakta tha...<br />Tere dhadkanon mein jo naam hai, woh mera ho bhi sakta tha...<br />Waqt ka yeh haseen sa mazaak agar na hota aisa, to...<br />Tere har gham aur khusi ka thikana, mera chehraa ho bhi sakta tha...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28876544-5810576485278824050?l=silent-cacophony.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Arindamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16814203038159095184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28876544.post-1156941722500407902006-08-30T05:40:00.000-07:002006-08-30T05:42:02.520-07:00Pal bhar ke liye tera saath, zindagi bhar ke tanhayee ke daam mila...<br />Pyaas se marta hua mujh ko, tujh se zeher bhara jaam mila...<br />Tujh se judaa ho ke bhi khus hoon aaj main bahut,<br />'Namoomkin Sapna' hi sahee, par tujhse mere khayal ko ek naam mila...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28876544-115694172250040790?l=silent-cacophony.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Arindamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16814203038159095184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28876544.post-1156234404442509302006-08-22T01:12:00.000-07:002006-08-22T01:13:24.453-07:00<div class="msg Nth">Woh tumhari tasveer hai ya mere sapne ko tum ne sajaya hai...<br />Woh tumhari awaaz hai ya mere shairon ko tum ne dohraya hai...<br />Na jaane kab se tumhe dekh yehi sochta baitha hoon,<br />Woh tum ho yaa khudah ne mere har ghaav ka ek marham banaya hai...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28876544-115623440444250930?l=silent-cacophony.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Arindamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16814203038159095184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28876544.post-1155551738231669842006-08-14T03:33:00.000-07:002006-08-14T03:35:38.243-07:00Tab woh tumhari yaadein thi, ab ye mere alfaaz hain<br />Tab woh tum se bichhad ne ka dard tha, ab ye meri awaaz hai<br />Waqt badal chalaa hai tumhe, mujhe aur poore jahan ko<br />Tab woh ek ristey ka anth tha, ab ye naye silsilay ka aghaaz hai<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28876544-115555173823166984?l=silent-cacophony.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Arindamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16814203038159095184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28876544.post-1155529183545081382006-08-13T21:18:00.000-07:002006-08-13T21:19:43.556-07:00Phir wohi ek chehra hai mere na-moomkin sapnon mein,<br />Phir aaj us ek gair ko dhoondta hoon mere apnon mein,<br />Mita chuki hain waqt ke lehrein dil pe likhe us ek naam ko,<br />Phir naa jane kya dhoondta hoon ab in be-maaine lakeeron mein<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28876544-115552918354508138?l=silent-cacophony.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Arindamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16814203038159095184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28876544.post-1155206955613998412006-08-10T03:46:00.000-07:002006-08-10T03:49:15.626-07:00Na tum se mil sakte hain hum, Naa hi bin mile reh sakte hain...<br />Kahin tum sa koi aur ho, to phir se bichhad ne ka gham bhi seh sakte hain<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28876544-115520695561399841?l=silent-cacophony.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Arindamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16814203038159095184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28876544.post-1154429157634180142006-08-01T03:44:00.000-07:002006-08-01T03:49:15.623-07:00Aaj phir mere alfaazon mein kuchh khaas hai..<br />Aaj phir mere labon pe ek ajeeb wohi pyaas hai...<br />Dil tumhe de kar sunaa hai mera sheena,<br />Aaj phir uss sannate mein muhabbat sa ek ehsaas hai<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28876544-115442915763418014?l=silent-cacophony.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Arindamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16814203038159095184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28876544.post-1154424374887809492006-08-01T02:25:00.000-07:002006-08-01T02:26:14.900-07:00Khwaab dekha saath mein..Ashk bahahe saath mein..<br />Saath jeeye, saath mare; yaadon mein khoye saath mein...<br />Phir bhi kabhi ek doosre ko na dekha jab ki poora duniya dekha saath mein...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28876544-115442437488780949?l=silent-cacophony.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Arindamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16814203038159095184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28876544.post-1153992180499800402006-07-27T02:09:00.000-07:002006-07-27T02:23:00.510-07:00Ghaav gin ne mein itne masroof rahe ki marham lagana bhool gaye...<br /> Yaaron se kuchh aise bichhde ki naye dost banana bhool gaye..<br /><br />--------<br /><br />Log kehte hain unhe dekh kar hum shayar bana gaye, humein shayar banaya unki judaai ne...<br /> Sabko banane walla woh Khudah hai, Humein bigada uski Khudaai ne<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28876544-115399218049980040?l=silent-cacophony.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Arindamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16814203038159095184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28876544.post-1153809341552338462006-07-24T23:30:00.001-07:002006-08-01T02:30:11.576-07:00<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">I wish i was a traveller who never got tired..</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I wish i was a student who never satiated..</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I wish i was a poet who never was at loss for words..</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I wish i was a dancer who never missed a rythm..</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I wish i was a singer who never lost the melody..</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I wish i was a monsoon who never ceased to rain..</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I wish i was a spring who never ceased to bloom..</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I wish i was a pain which never ceased to bring a tear..</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I wish i was a joy who never missed it's smile..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I wish i was a Lover who never stopped Living (For Love is Life & Life is Love) </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Returning after 2 months.. Hope to be more regular with the post.. Dunno why but have a feeling this is going to be a last last piece of poetry (okay an attempt_at_poetry) from me</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28876544-115380934155233846?l=silent-cacophony.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Arindamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16814203038159095184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28876544.post-1148825454790524122006-05-28T07:02:00.000-07:002006-05-28T07:10:54.790-07:00<em>Khushi ke har Pal ke ke baad Gham ka Saal mila,</em><br /><em> Hasee ke har boond ke baad Aanshoo ka Sagar mila...</em><br />Yeh Zindagi bhi aisi zindagi hai yaaron,<br /> Jis mein Maut laakhon carodon baar mila.<br />------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />Zindagi ke har mod pe dost kuchh aise bichhde,<br /> Aakhri mein raasta hi humsafar ban ke reh gaya<br />------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />Unhe humari dosti tak manzoor naa thi,<br /> Phir bhi hum unhi se pyaar karte hain..<br />Naa lautne ka vada karke ke shadiyon pehle nikal chuke hain woh<br /> Phir bhi bhi hum unhi ka intezaar karte hain<br />------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />Ek baar tha hum ne tumhe chahaa<br /> Ek baar Phir aaj hum ne kisi aur ko chaha<br />Ek baar tha tumne sheene pe vaar kiya<br /> Ek baar Phir marham se ghaav hua gehraa<br />------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />Gham-e-Muhabbat mein aksar aanshoo behte hain<br /> Kabhi kisi ko Chah ke Naa Paane ke gham mein<br /> Kabhi kisi aur ko Naa Chah Paane ke gham mein<br />------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />Yakeen hai humein ek din hoga mere haathon mein tera haath<br />Bas shikwa hai itnee; Zindagi tab tak Shayad hi ho humare saath<br />------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">{To be Con'd}</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28876544-114882545479052412?l=silent-cacophony.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Arindamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16814203038159095184noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28876544.post-1148824883060370472006-05-28T06:55:00.000-07:002006-05-28T07:01:23.063-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;">An attempt in English which is NOT the most comfortable language for me. But worth a try nevertheless- both for me & You</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><em>Since the day you said Goodbye,</em><br /><em> I have done nothin but Cry,</em><br /><em>The heart continues to Bleed,</em><br /><em> But no tear ever reached the Eye</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>------------------------------------------</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>I Can't close my Eye(s)</em><br /><em> Lest I shud miss you pass-by</em><br /><em>I Don't close my Eye(s)</em><br /><em> So even have no Dreams of thy</em><br /><em></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28876544-114882488306037047?l=silent-cacophony.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Arindamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16814203038159095184noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28876544.post-1148824507943828002006-05-28T06:49:00.000-07:002006-05-28T06:55:07.950-07:00<em>Jahaku mu bhala paae, taaku bhulibi ba kemiti,</em><br /><em> Andhkara ko bhaya kari aakhi bujibi ba kemiti.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Jaha ku bhala paae taku bhuli paruni,</em><br /><em> Je hetu ki mu paoonsha, tenu jali aau paruni.</em><br /><em></em><br />Transalation:<br /><br />How can i forget the person I love; How can i close my eyes in fear when am afraid of the dark.<br /><br />I cant forget the person i love, am already ash so cant burn any more<br /><br /><u>PS#</u><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">The above effort proves that Translation is like a Wife. If honest, then it is not Beautiful & if Beautiful she is not Honest. <em>Due apologies to all the Honest &amp;/or Beautiful wives of this World :P</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28876544-114882450794382800?l=silent-cacophony.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Arindamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16814203038159095184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28876544.post-1148822915808016812006-05-28T06:21:00.000-07:002006-05-28T06:29:40.650-07:00Hi,<br />This is my 2nd attempt at blogging after the previous attempt turned out to be a still-born. I hope & trust this would have a much 'Longer' &amp; much 'More' Life in it than even i have envisaged for this.<br /><br />What should you expect here? Well, to start off some of the <em>shayari/</em>poems/couplets in Oriya, Hindi & English that yours truly has been fortunate to have been put in ryhm &amp; rythm. Later on it would be predominantly prosaic pieces about the issues which keep my heart & mind wondering and so must be yours.<br /><br />Looking forward to a fruitful association.<br /><br />Yours Truly,<br />Arindam Das,<br />The Mute Mind<br /><br />Ps# Please feel free to fire in your comments on this blog here as well as email to <a href="mailto:arrindam@rediffmail.com">arrindam@rediffmail.com</a> for nothing works better than a Pat-on-the-back &amp; a Kick-on-the-Ass<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28876544-114882291580801681?l=silent-cacophony.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Arindamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16814203038159095184noreply@blogger.com0