Poochte hain wo ki Ghalib kaun hai… koi batlaye ki hum batlayein kya
June 21, 2011 Leave a comment
Sometimes,
Sitting inside an airconditioned cubicle,
As I look beyond the tinted windows
I see the winds blowing, I see the trees dancing with joy
And a silent voice reminds me
Of the sun, the humidity, the pollution
The longing doesn’t subside
I see the irony of my quest,
Of happiness, satisfaction and things like that
Conventional, boring, believer, poet, Shayar (to be precise), lover of music, musical instruments, and all that can be called music (theoretically or metaphorically), jack of all master of none, more of a reader less of a writer, arbit philosopher, foolish debater.. and many more such things.. like so many people!
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