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सूरज से गुफ्तगू #4

First things first

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पागल ही कह लो
हम तो सूरज से भी बातें करते है,
ख़्वाबीदा ही कह लो
हम तो उससे मिलने का ख्वाब भी देखते है.

कुछ और गुफ्तगू उस अनजान सूरज से:

सूरज से गुफ्तगू #3

सूरज से गुफ्तगू #2

सूरज से गुफ्तगू #1

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सूरज से गुफ्तगू #2

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आज फिर छुप गया था वो मुझसे
न जाने कम्बखत कितनी कहानिया छुपा रहा था मुझसे.

कुछ और शिकायते सूरज से : सूरज से गुफ्तगू #1

सूरज से गुफ्तगू #1

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तुम रोज जो छुप-छुप के
मुझे यु देखा करते हो,
सिर्फ नफरत ही है ज़ेहन में
या थोड़ी मोहब्बत भी किया करते हो?

PS: I refrain to translate them in English! I don’t think I can justify it!

Writing Dilemma #2

One dilemma ends and another dawns.

 

I don’t mind typing, considering that it does get easier and speedier, and also, sometimes it is way better for your lazy ass for its sole purpose of auto-correct. So, as soon as I had my laptop, I have been fluent with computers and typing. And I truly don’t mind adapting to this, as I have a problem between the kindle and the paperbacks. But honestly, there are times when I don’t have my laptop with myself, or I am just lazy enough to open it and do the necessary, or better still, I am nuzzled up under the sheets in the middle of the night and I want to write. At times like these, I love; I repeat I love my journal. I just happen to open it and scribble whatever, useless but considered by me, a piece of art that came to my mind. And this has been good, so far. But now after months of doing this (as I am determined to writing something at least everyday, presumably a poem) I have filled up more journals than e-files.

 

Now, it is easier, without the temptation of Google help, translations and a thesaurus, the art that I consider it to be, is purely original. However, the problem with this is, if at all I have any hope of publishing it, I have to have them as a soft copy. So, then comes the arduous task of typing it all over again. And f I have to do so this in the end, then why not do it in the first place itself, and I will be technically not wasting paper, pens and will be saving a lot of time instead.

 

Some might give me the solution of writing it in my phone at the times when I can’t really go to my laptop and then sync it with my laptop and then the next time I open it, I can save the file…. But you forget the aforementioned fact about me being a “lazy-ass”. This is just too much work for me. And if I keep doing what I am doing I might end with more notebooks by the end of the year, than I might have ever filled. Or there is another scenario, where I could simply write a small note and then open the laptop some other time and write my poetry then. But I am a 100% sure that by then I will have forgotten my very own thought.

 

Wow! Even with writing I am powerful enough to find dilemmas, or do the find me wherever I go? Who could tell? I am sure these ‘problems’ are secretively in love with me!! Do tell me if they let you know about their crush on me.

 

Also, share your thoughts on this writing-typing dilemma, if at all you face them. Or, is it just me who is old fashioned enough in even keeping a journal?

भटकन

रुका हु कुछ देर
पलक झपकते ही उड़ जाऊंगा,
कटे नहीं है पंख मेरे,
बस एक सीमा  के  बाद
मै भी तो थक जाऊंगा;
थोड़ी मोहल्लत दे दे,
फिर मुस्कराता भटक जाऊंगा.

आईने!

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खुश रहने में और खुश दिखने में
अगर फर्क न होता
तो मेरे घर क आईने
इतनी कहानिया न छुपाते.

I am sorry, for translated it will just not mean anything to me and so I leave it just as it is.