The morning started with the same cluster of strange feelings which has to do all with the familiar morning anxiety. But there was a difference.
संग तुम्हारे जो लम्हे जिये यादों में बस उनको रखना होगा तुम बिन ये सफ़र आसान न होगा न कोई और
It pervaded around in white space, Looping in the air at gradual pace. The gray haze stood like a devil head, Restraining the vision of
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It had been days It had been months Since when I talked to me. It had been troubles It had been sorrows Which never let
हर रास्ता तुझ तक लेके आ रहा फिर भी तू न मिले कभी । धूप है हर मोड़ पर बिखरी छाँव का कोई ठिकाना नहीं । ऐ शाम ए मुसाफिर रोशनी संग लाना मेरे अंधेरो से बेफिक्र हैं बाकी सभी । अलक राग अपने सुरों का बरसाना कि मेरा सूनापन मिट जाए तभी ।….
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