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I am ... I am the land of Ashoka the Great, of Kwaja E Hind,
Sachin's Sixer, of Sania’s Stoke, of Aryabhata & Abdul Kalam,
Tan sen and AR Rahmans,Lata Mangheshakar & Mohammed Rafi,
of Chanakya & Ghalib, of Amitab Bachan & Shah Rukh Khan,
the Varity in Colors of Holi and the fast of Ramadan, of Bhagat Singh of Ali Brothers
I am the Holi waters that flow into Ganga, the waters that washes at Haji Ali;
I am Tirupati. I am Taj of Hind; land of Mahatma Ghandi & of Tipu Sultan Shadeed
I am the Gem of Green valleys of Kashmir, I am the Coolness at the backwater of Kerala,
I am India I am Indian ... diversity flows in my blood, unity in soul
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Written on India's Independence Day...
Happy Independence Day:)
Hindustan Zindabaad –
Jai Hind
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joy of written word
Here comes the festival again
‘For the joy of written word’
There comes a time when
My excitement is limitless
Like the little children I bloom
Noting sweet than a book I see
Nothing joyous that words I read
Here comes the festival again
‘For the joy of written word’
The world of books & words
The festival of writers & words
In the cultural capital it comes
I prepare like the joys of Eids
Make list, spreading the news
Along with the friends i prepare
New faces to meet, new books
Authors, poets & writers
Young and old to meet
New cultures to discover,
New words to learn
A festival unlike in red deserts
A festival of million books
A festival of billion thoughts
Beating in my heart with joy
Here comes the festival again
‘For the joy of written word’
Dedicate to Sharjah International Book Fair - 2011 #SWBF
This trade show is held in Expo Centre Sharjah during 16 Nov 2011 to 26 Nov 2011
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Missing the thoughts, or someone is missing.
The empty chairs in room or someone is missing
Talking to my self or someone is missing
Writing my feelings or someone is missing
Hearing echoes of my voice or someone is missing
Empty canvas or someone is missing
Just shadows or someone is missing.
Complaining in poetry or someone is missing.
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Its sometimes difficult to fill the void, when suddenly someone goes away (even for while) or in net world (goes Offline) and this happens when u get attached with that friend, for some special reason..
inspired by beautiful smile..
.musafirs
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Haiku
…My City Hyderabad
Same stories in books
Same thoughts I read time again
Missing myself
Those old lanes
Those dim lit windows above
My city glows
Rickshaw-puller leads
My thought to its destination
In city lanes
High minarets rise
Call of muazzin rings the city
Some bells too
Domes lit on Eid
Windows lit on Diwali
Welcomes Santa Claus
Drank Irani chai
Haleems and Briyani for lunch
Dinner at Medina
Hyder to Sikandar
The twin city echoes the diversity
Deccan at heart
Far from here
Lives my mother, my family awaits
Net call
Call that recalls
My memories on every visit
Sometimes in tears
Qutubs shahs to Nizams
Rich past and subtle digital future binds
My city Hyderabad
24.01.2011
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Little cute buds
Playing, sitting, eating & sleeping
Children make life
Smiles to tears
They show all emotion in life
Children make life
Growing little everyday
They crawl, walk run to embrace world
Children make life
Innocent at heart
Simple joys they cherish live every moment
Children make life
Dear to every heart
They conquer anger with a sheepy smiles
Children make life
Learning and mimicking
They catch every world and act you do
Children make life
Source of joy
They bound the bonds of humanity
Children make life
Daughters are blessing
Bringin prosperity to fathers and society
Children make life
Sons are strength
Mothers see their pride in them
Children make life
Son or daughter
Let the joy bloom in every garden
Children make life
7/5/12
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Flowing along the mystic River
Up in the hills, sits chills and shiver
Trees and flowers grow and bloom
Along the reflecting crystal river
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written in the form of rubiyat..
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Few Words, Few pictures, News
Thousand narrations to same story
Every day a new story
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Journalism, an art to write
Whether truth is perceived or false
None care, just write it.
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Coverage of war or peace
Hidden remains the agenda of brokers
Cameraman with presenter on TV
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What is shown, repeat telecast?
Same images, and same footage again
As seen on cable TV
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Magazine, periodicals, articles and letters
People read and contribute searching truth
Some are victims, others spectators
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Morphed I did see, pictures
Some well crafted, some under bad hands
Every agency has a news
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Reports, articles, statistics and surveys
Core contents of the daily news papers
2 page news, rest advertisements.
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New flash, breaking news and updates
Presidential speeches, parliament debates and reality shows
Twenty four seven TV channeled
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Melodies, drums and orchestra played
Dramas, shows, politricks and business
Echoing; let the shows begin.
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FT, BBC, CNN, News corp. Siasat
Created, supplied, edited, published, blogged, or uploaded
Chinese whisper crawl in their veins.
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28.29/04/10
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Day passes waiting
And when silence seem to be lone company
Sunsets in hope
Beacon of hope
When the nigh falls in the shadows of dismal
Sunrise of hope
…..Haiku 27.06.12
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Looks to kill
Missing the smile form profile picture
Hunting or hunted?
(haiku).musafirs
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On the high way
My side mirror recalls
The object that appear
Are closer then
They seem to be…
Yet so close we are
Taking destiny for ride
Many are a head and
Many behind, on road
Wondering in this city.
Tales of 1000 souls
I am one of them with little
Blessing to share.
My believe, My Prayers
To Lord, is driven by Job
My Visa, my rent, my bills
Run in the veins of my day.
Morning, I do open my eyes
Only to report to job,
My wife, my children and my God
Await my return by night.
I recall not, what I did last night
When I slept, what my wife said,
Not even my child’s smile
Yet my 9 to 5 schedule is perfect
Morning open with coffee on gas stations
Traffic on highways, on city road
Fines and radars, mobiles and overspend
Frustrated yet have to drive a head
Slow in fast lane with mobile on ear
Or lady, prejudice it may seem
But I recall it in my car, another
Guy flying in his accord, reads a sign
“just cruising”, damn with smile.
Switching between channels,
Some jams, some songs to hear
Discussion VoiceBoards, interviews
Money minutes, gold rates
Some blast, some peace deals
What a way, to say Good morning.
Yet hope I am not fired today,
As the morning news did say recession
Job cuts and job losses, long leave
Companies disappearing, stocks diving
Face book blocked in offices
Looks a gloomy day.
Yet hope drives my day, a head
Beyond my reach some time
I finish my job, drive home,
Just a pleasant look on my child
A warm welcome from my wife
Makes me human from machine.
Taking deep breath of relieve
I thank God, for all His mercy
And pray for Goodness tomorrow
And wish for all those left jobless
Lay in the arms of beloved
I dream, with hope for better
Tomorrow.
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