tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64259207427393262242024-03-05T21:52:04.791+05:30HERE IN INDIAChange is inevitable...Mukundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827271866120345047noreply@blogger.comBlogger85125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425920742739326224.post-14019835429379771382015-04-14T22:38:00.001+05:302015-04-14T22:44:32.840+05:30Fill In The Blanks
Kuch Jagah ki killat lagti hai inn akeli bheed ki galiyon main
Kuch Jagah ki killat lagti hai inn sukhi suni si ankhiyon main
Chal raha kahan tu tez bata
Ruk teher zara aur aas jata
Kuch nikal bahar aur bheed main ja
Kuch shor to sun, apni awaaz utta
Kuch jagah ki killat lagti hai inn khali neend ki ratiyon main
Kiss guud vichaar main dubba tu
Har jagah doond raha mansuba tu
Dil khol zara aur Mukundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827271866120345047noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425920742739326224.post-27167836381024265082013-08-11T00:26:00.000+05:302013-08-11T00:27:02.747+05:30Only Eyes Talk….
I saw her, leaning over the balcony railing. I stopped and
waved at her. She waved back , smiling like the sun breaking through the clouds…
Kal raat meri aankhon
ne fir mujhse ye shikayat ki
Ki fir maine teri nigahon
mein kho jaane ki himakat ki
Fir bola maine khud ko
ki tujhse nazrein hata loon
Ki tabhi teri kaifiyat
mein mashroof meri hasraton ne mujhse khilafat ki
Who tera palkon koMukundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827271866120345047noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425920742739326224.post-74352421592092615882013-07-25T00:35:00.000+05:302013-07-25T00:37:16.375+05:30Enchanted
My first ever romantic poem or shayari if you will. Don’t know where it came from I
guess I must be going through one of those few warm and fuzzy moments. Believe
me they seldom strike. I read this at the back of a book called “Looking for
Alaska”. Alaska being the name of the girl the protagonist falls in love with.
If people were rain,
I was a drizzle and she was a hurricane…
Here GoesMukundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827271866120345047noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425920742739326224.post-64864248430576707402013-07-23T18:59:00.004+05:302013-07-23T19:03:29.897+05:30Individuality...
Solitude can only help you find yourself but individuality stands out only in a crowd...
Aakele mein Dekha Khud ko to socha maine ki Kitna adhoora hoon main
Fir nikla main apni reguzhar par, milla uss bheed se to paya Kitna poora hoon main...
Mukundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827271866120345047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425920742739326224.post-60451732179991219862013-07-08T23:21:00.000+05:302013-07-08T23:21:54.204+05:30Of Today and Tomorrow...
Kuch to likh raha hoon main, inn soti soti si palakon main
Kuch to likh raha hoon main, unn bholi bhooli si yaadon se
Kuch to likh raha hoon main, sahi galat ki iss sihyayi se
Kuch to likh raha hoon main, aaj aur kal ke beech bachey inn
panno main
Kuch tajoorbon ki baatein
Kuch kalpanaon ki kahani
Koi ganna gun gunane layak
Koi kissa doston ko sunane layak
Kuch to likh raha hoon Mukundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827271866120345047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425920742739326224.post-70543205859506738742013-04-12T23:41:00.000+05:302013-04-12T23:43:20.205+05:30Found…
We met me and her in a dark deep alley
She
looked like a book I had long back read
"Just
a few more steps" came her voice
She
drew closer with my every breath
She
looked heavenly, her face had a bewildering glow
My
thoughts stopped at her serene eyes, looking at me, stemming the flow
A
blank struck me as she took my hand and pointed in a direction
I
looked at her Mukundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827271866120345047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425920742739326224.post-18291136872205469842013-04-08T13:09:00.002+05:302013-04-08T13:10:06.377+05:30In Hope I Find You…
Nangey paav chaley theey hum uss tapti dhoop ki chadar mein
Kabhi aise challey ki waqt tham jaye
Kabhi aise tehrey ki waqt ruk na paye
Kuch aisi baatein hui ki kuch kaha hi nahin
Kuch aisi khamoshiyan hui ki kuch kehne ko raha hi nahin
Kabhi aisi mulakatein ki laga hum hai kitne anjaan
Kabhi bin milley hi laga ki hum hai ek samaan
Kuch yaadein aisi thi jo bewajah hassi Mukundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827271866120345047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425920742739326224.post-6053260304387114712013-02-03T15:06:00.003+05:302013-02-03T15:06:54.176+05:30Dream On...
Raat ko mere aankh mein aaya, ek adhoora sapna
Us sapne se poocha maine, kis mitti ka bana hai tu
Adha adhoora iss palak se uss palak ghoomta hai
Din main jo aankhein beech loon to bhi to tu peecha na
chodta hai
Raat ko aa aakar aankhon main toot ta hai
Shant akela semha sa kabhi andhere kabhi ujaale mein kya
doondta hai
Kissi se kuch na kehta hai
Tu kyun chup chup sa Mukundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827271866120345047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425920742739326224.post-82894487273924058822013-01-17T20:43:00.001+05:302013-01-17T20:44:08.635+05:30Perfect Endings...
Kal rah pe
chalte chalte, ek udte patey se poocha maine
Har jhokein
se tu bhidta hai, pag pe chalte har prani ke pairon ki maar tu sehta hai
Kisi se
kuch na kehta hai
Tu kyun
chup chup rehta hai
Woh bola
mujhse, jhokon ka kaam to hai behna woh teri taap bhujatein hai
Pairon ka
kaam to hai badna, ye tujhko aagey le jaatein hai
Hai shor
bahut iss duniya main jis shor ka koi aant nahin
Mukundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827271866120345047noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425920742739326224.post-23805469412070121162012-12-16T01:11:00.000+05:302012-12-16T01:11:00.156+05:30SHE....
Like a dream she comes dressed in light
Like the mesmerizing fog on a wintery night
She stares at you with a beaming gaze
With a brisk smile she, mends the fractured faith
Like a dream she comes close to me
And paints a picture I could never see
Writes a verse I have never heard
And sings a song I have never hummed
Like a dream she comes to say
Spread your arms and embrace a new Mukundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827271866120345047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425920742739326224.post-31966146214390047902012-10-17T15:30:00.000+05:302012-10-17T15:30:39.463+05:30For The One He loved
Unfazed by what I had asked, he stood there for a while
My arm in one hand and a gun in the other, He shot him with
a smile
The body lying there, silent, cold and unmoving
He stared at it holding my hand, smiling
He knelt down to the body and whispered to it
It’s happened, I told you, and I won
It will happen again, voice came from the body, I will come back, we
are not Mukundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827271866120345047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425920742739326224.post-89191750480093786442012-09-30T00:08:00.002+05:302012-09-30T00:10:15.861+05:30Look Around, You Buffoon
Ask a tree and he will tell you
Some things you should never tow
They leave me every year and every year they are born new
Its nature you buffoon, just ask the moon
I grow for 14 and die the next 14
Longing for a day of dark to enjoy a day of light
Losing or winning? I don’t have time for such a fight
It’s worthless to be part of such a fray
Its nature you buffoon, if you don'tMukundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827271866120345047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425920742739326224.post-20689316059437774182012-09-22T01:32:00.001+05:302012-09-22T12:55:42.844+05:30The Last One Standing
The one that had won all and was meant to lead the way
The one that went astray
Some say he is present all around
And yet Love was nowhere to be found
Gliding like a snake, he instills fear
Lives far away but appears to be so near
Treacherous and malicious, adulterous he was
Betrayal was in his nature, luck never understood laws
Born and raised amidst joy and love
Beloved Mukundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827271866120345047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425920742739326224.post-47075324906576162542012-07-17T20:24:00.000+05:302012-07-17T20:24:42.411+05:30Middle of Nowhere...
Have you ever been there, in the middle of nowhere…
There, where the grounds are covered with winter snow and the trees carry brand new spring leaves
Where, your mind, blurs the past from your memories, and a future in your eyes, it weaves
There, where the worlds both black and white become pointless
The white harsh sun, the clouds grey paint a rainbow
Have you ever been there, in the Mukundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827271866120345047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425920742739326224.post-77387584099733798342012-06-29T14:10:00.003+05:302012-06-29T14:14:41.736+05:30Keeping Faith
I am a night and you are my sunshine….
I walk this earth, through the crowd
Through the jungles old and new - of concrete and trees
Through animals old and new - evolved and evolving
Silent… blank… talking through you
Lost in thought, never asleep, I live through you
I have no voice but the noise you make
I have no light but the flashes you create
You are my day, you are Mukundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827271866120345047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425920742739326224.post-68420824589549333552012-05-08T18:44:00.001+05:302012-05-08T21:17:24.888+05:30It's a Selfish WorldThe walls red, blood everywhere, you slither in a dark deep corner
Amidst the cries of god and fate
The noises created by crime and hate
You jeer watching the world tear, divided in greed and jealousy
Standing as one, the best of friends, Kith and Kin, you even smile in their misery
The walls red, blood everywhere, you slither in a dark deep corner
You smirk watching people fall apart and Mukundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827271866120345047noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425920742739326224.post-84554445313889357502011-08-19T17:45:00.000+05:302011-08-19T18:13:59.843+05:30Patient’s Name: Conscience, Time of Death: Unknown
12/100 - the numbers were written inside a red circle and the word Fail written below it with the same ink. This is what the front page of the four page exam sheet he was staring at said… I still remember, we were born together, Me, Him, FG, and P. Life was clear, life was free. We would play for hours, fall down and get up, fail and try to succeed again…it was all just what anyone could want… Mukundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827271866120345047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425920742739326224.post-43792613685576205772011-02-03T19:43:00.000+05:302011-03-03T12:48:30.134+05:30Marketing at its very best...I know a lot of you might have already seen this in your mails but I had such a laugh while reading this one that I couldn't resist...
This is actually awesome...
We definitely know how to sell our services... :)))
Mukundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827271866120345047noreply@blogger.com0Noida, Delhi, India28.58 77.3328.561156999999998 77.3008175 28.598843 77.3591825tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425920742739326224.post-12864632246113608522010-08-04T12:30:00.013+05:302010-08-04T12:30:06.041+05:30Now This is Definitely Chak De Fatte.....Not a big fan of reality shows or television I usually am out of touch with what goes on in the world of the Idiot Box, but this was definitely worth seeing. Britains Got Talent 2008 finalists Signature during their auditions. Simply awesome...
Have been listening to this song on the loop... Here we go again
Baanh Farh Ke Nachan Nu Jee Karda, Ki Kariye Nachna Aunda Nayi
Baanh Farh Ke Nachan Mukundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827271866120345047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425920742739326224.post-38189867329806513322010-08-01T16:27:00.000+05:302010-08-01T16:27:00.165+05:30Five Stages of Grief: From College to The First Job
Courtesy: deadspin.com
Remember when you got your first job. How, happy you were, not able to control the joy that this piece of paper called the offer letter had given you. The fruit of all that work that you had been doing was right there in your hand. You felt that this is it, your opportunity to change the world as you see it is here. You are on the road to making a huge name for yourselfMukundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827271866120345047noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425920742739326224.post-32125402417787469212010-07-28T08:25:00.000+05:302010-07-28T08:25:05.348+05:30How to make use of a Traffic Jam and What Google is missingIt rains for a day and the whole of Delhi Stops. Who so ever said time never stops should have come to Delhi on a rainy day. I had a similar opportunity yesterday and was stuck in a jam for 2 whole hours on a route which normally would take me around half an hour. But this jam was not bad, it was like sitting on a toilet seat, by the way who so ever said that the best ideas come to you in a Mukundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827271866120345047noreply@blogger.com2Noida, Delhi, India28.58 77.3328.561156999999998 77.3008175 28.598843 77.3591825tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425920742739326224.post-1823043240413740932010-04-27T22:58:00.010+05:302011-01-28T22:37:02.563+05:30Its Raining...The first thing that comes to my mind whenever it’s raining is the famous Rain Man Problem in physics. Man it was so damn hard to find the relative velocity of the drops falling from the top when the man is walking in east or west direction. To make it worse they used to change the angle of the raindrops falling on the man and then made the man run. The result, well the faster you run the wetter Mukundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827271866120345047noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425920742739326224.post-44524040426446841892010-01-08T22:56:00.007+05:302010-01-09T08:41:25.483+05:30Trying to be a Tube light
Really I don't understand why is an idea depicted by a bulb. I am just not able to understand. An idea can actually never be a bulb. Bulbs are just so normal. You switch them on and there they are giving a yellow creepy light, its so damn easy. Bulbs are convenient ideas. They cannot ever pass for a good idea. Its just not happening.
An idea (I will put this one in capital and large Mukundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827271866120345047noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425920742739326224.post-9697680090795423022009-12-25T10:51:00.004+05:302009-12-25T22:46:04.208+05:30Merry Christmas....Winters, sweaters, mufflers, skull caps, at some places snow and at others its still really hot... But still none the less.....Decorate the tree, wear red caps, have some rum cake and well drink some wine...Vaguely remember the days when I used to go to school in shorts thinking why seniors should be allowed to wear pants. What was wrong with the school, making me wear a full length blazer and Mukundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827271866120345047noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425920742739326224.post-37988469899688669642009-12-04T21:51:00.001+05:302009-12-04T21:51:00.241+05:30FICTION 55: The Price For Freedom...In this one I take a leaf out of my friend Sid's book or blog rather... BTW I am sure most of you know what is Fiction 55. In case you don't know let me tell you what wikipedia tells me... 55 Fiction is a form of microfiction that refers to the works of fiction limited to a maximum of fifty-five words... So here goes nothing...He was running in a green field with wind blowing across his face, he Mukundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827271866120345047noreply@blogger.com0