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 KAHAANI  2 ghante se na kalam ki siaahi hili hei na toh mann ke ghode Chaay jo garma garam aai thi kabki shaant ho chuki Darvaaze ke pass khada 12 saal puraane gajraj ji bhi stambh ho chuke hei Kamre mei achank jo kaagaz ki awaaze gunj rahi thi vo tham si gayi thi Mei bass saamne vaale sofa pe betha betha dekh raha tha Master ji ki sirf saaso ki avaaz aa rahi thi.  Dhoop se unke piche rakhe vo khitaab, bass chamak rahe the Ek pe 2012 mei jita vo "Naatako ka Baadshah" abhi bhi chamak raha tha Toh baaju mei rakhe 2009, 2013, 2018 ke vo "Best Movie writer" thodina kam the. Inme se master ji ka sabse pyaara ek certificate jo unki pehchaan tha.  Na toh vo puraskar tha, na toh unhe sanmaanit kiya gaya tha.  Vo 2006 ka certificate jispe bass likha hua tha "Participant".  Lekin uske piche likha tha "Aapki likhaavat se bohot prabhavit hua hu. Likhitan Navneet Lal.  Masterji ke liye vo aajtak ka sabse bada khitaab tha.  Ek chhoti si film mei likhaavat ki t...

FOOTSTEPS  A different layer of architecture with every step Even the breeze has its own choreography  I walked in harmony with the noise of the bustling metropolis  New story to be discovered at every turn.  A thousand languages around me I connected to my songs again With every step, I was discovering myself.  Every turn brings in new stories to be discovered.  The busy underground trains reflected the crossroads of routes of life. History is etched on all the corners It screams heritage, royalty and demands the centre of attention from the entire world.  Finally, it proves its place as the historic centre of the world.  DHWANIT MADRASI 

Colors Eyes are staring at that empty canvas right now Imaginations are running wild  Some are telling me to draw Others are telling me to just dip it in paint Different colors spread across me  A stroke of red reminds me of the desires that reside inside me.  Those unfulfilled promises still shine as bright as red.  Applying blue sky on the canvas reflects calmness that carries me the serenity that keeps me alive from all the noise and sadness that surrounds me. With a stroke of yellow, my eyes, like a movie projection, bring out the rhythm that I have been searching for. My feet start to tap up and down with a drop of yellow on my cheek, a tune captivates my body, thinking of the prospects that tomorrow brings.  Small details of green keep me growing. In some instances, where I grow, I smile  Those are the moments through which my life is defined.  Finishing with the strokes of orange, it seems my mind is running faster than a cheetah and higher than...

OMNIPOTENS Part-1  The night sky is just clean at the moment. No stars are seen, nothing, just a pitch black sky. Looking a bit down, there are glittering, sparkling stars that are nothing but the bright lights of the city lamps. With a sigh on his face and the wind playing with his hair, Atlas Richardson stood on the balcony carrying a face that had no expression. Son of an ambitious lord who had set his sights on establishing himself and his family at the very center of the power that vested in the region. Atlas's father, Ronald Richardson, was the pioneer of the foundation on which his empire was built. Atlas had not forgotten his father's contribution, but he had also not acknowledged it to the greatest of places. Atlas believed that his father had given up his human sanity and sacrificed his humanity to just sit on a metal chair that had gold and diamonds in it.  Atlas was now the emperor whose reign reached from the corners where the Scandinavian cold winds would bring t...

      AFTER EVERYTHING  That random noise is still heard by my ears That dark sky with no shining star is what my eyes wish to see every night.  The peace around me craves that conflict on which humanity resided.  The bogus run for money is what now my legs want to run. This abundance of food only reminds me of the scarcity which prevailed. This freedom around me is more like a bondage to the past.  These days of community are the embodiment of the eras of conflict.  These people around me, reduced considerably are the truth behind the previous hoards of billions.  There lies the open sky which had a breath of fire some years ago. There lies the cleanest stream ever formed in a gazillion years, the baby of the chemicals thrown into the water.  Those who have survived the battle for satisfaction of human greed, now seem to me as weaklings.  These days of peace are the ongoing reminders of the glories of conquest.  Just some smil...

HOW TO WISH SOMEONE A HAPPY BIRTHDAY?  Someone is excited for the birthday which is months away.  For someone cutting the cake and the screams around is just mere formality.  It seems the joy of happiness has just disappeared.   I have a cake in my hand, but the street is as busy as usual there is no response for even the slice of cake that is up for distribution.  It's not my birthday today,  Believe me when I say, I don't care about birthdays or tragedies happening around me. Today is different, I am first in line with the brightest smile on my face looking at that gloomy street with a colourful view in my eyes. I am ready to sing with my greatest voice.  I can even deliver joy in a basket if possible.   I will be the cheer of the day if that's all it takes to wish someone a happy birthday.  That's not all, tell me the secret to the stars, I will buy one for decoration.  Birthdays are the point in a year when the gloomy weath...