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hamei aaj hi takhatposhi karwa do
sari dunia hamarei naaam karwa do
sab ko nanga kar dekhaeingein
vachan hei hamaro
gali gali mei
lahu faleingein
iiso
tharo
bharat varsh baneigein
hamari thei baat sunio
sab ki lutia dubwaingein
iiso
tharo '
aji
tharo '
bharat varsh baneigein
hamari takhat poshi mei dei'r nei honei payein'
ayao'
ayao'
aaj kei gan rajya kei
sunder ati sunder ganno'
jaldi karo
hamei aaj hi takhatposhi karwa do
sari dunia hamarei naaam karwa do
kahatei thei chacha nehru
khar leina kalam dwat ko
yaeigein din eisei bhi
gali gali mei chor hei
nagein hongei bhagwan bhi
sundri kei balo par
likhi jaeingin kavitaein
apni apni
sahki sahki
nacheiga sach
logo kei bazar mei
dhuyan udaeigein
mati ko bhi uchal uchal kar
kar deingein bimar
sabko
upnei iis yaopar mei
kahatei thei chacha nehru
khar leina kalam dwat ko
yaeigein din eisei bhi
gali gali mei chor hei
nagein hongei bhagwan bhi
it says
lets not say
we have a laugh
some of Hers
His may be wandering
when
She comes
it says
lets not say
tethered images
come fast
tear my heart
soul
what not
it says
lets not say
me and my heart
do often talk to each other
what to do
I take stances
steps of mine
its the way
you are es consed
may be less
more makes
what I find
hard to tell
me and my heart
I have no intention to put a word that may provide to any one any such thing say knowledge, its a letter to deepika only.
I find a meaning
as if air has descended with
a bouquet of flowers
some odor of thy
I ask let me have
one by one
I have not seen a life
worth to live
They ask instead
we send and give
as we are destined for it
it may not be with us
what you look for
I pause for a moment
I ask again
my askance
it remains
the relevance
I have seen
with or without
my eyes are sleepy
a rarest of rare thing that can happen to my hardy and wavering bio existence. Heart feels why cant I use my pencil the infinite I have. I am inclined rather more to go to sleep which my moods say nei. You are not with me and your becoming and turning out to be a sunita minhas is something which my brain opines is a de facto reality. Heart intervenes and says dont be that absolute cruel to its so original possession howsoever one way traffic it can be. Brain opines my heart is really a crank which accepts the things before it actually starts and then it gets trapped.
I do not know why I feel intoxicated without a sip of vodka which Brig Giri raj was having.
I am going to pen down such a letter that may make a person literally mentally deranged if understood. At my age of say 5 or may be earlier I was standing at ladhuka mandi a town of my mom parents. Mom brother told me the sadhu which you have been observing for a number of days resides at a open space and his centrally placed holy fire is lit large most of the time. People come and give their pittance without any askance and this sadhu does not say anything to any body. I could not ask him why people come at all. But he told me that this sadhu is just before becoming mentally deranged as he has read the original Mahabharata. I have kept wondering till date.
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