What can be said in New Year rhymes,
That's not been said a thousand times?
The new years come, the old years go,
We know we dream, we dream we know.
We rise up laughing with the light,
We lie down weeping with the night.
We hug the world until it stings,
We curse it then and sigh for wings.
We live, we love, we woo, we wed,
We wreathe our prides, we sheet our dead.
We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,
And that's the burden of a year.
by Ella

My jottings are brief
like a roadside flower
that passers-by see
but do not remember
- Tagore

My love has an alzheimer's disease
He forgets that I do exist

the other day i read a book, the Book

Earlier in childhood,I use to emulate my mom...waiting for the day when i will look exactly like her. Her dressing sense, minimal make-up, foot-wear and every little act. One thing i got from her is her habit of reading, and i m glad to have this legacy of thoughts.

The other day i read a book. a series of reasons lead me to read the book.

I have always waited to grow up. In school, waiting to go to college and in college, waitin for a job. Our lives are an endless wait, inspite of enjoying the present, we wait for that utopian future.

I got a job finally after waiting for two months at home. I was happy indeed. But on job, I used to wait for Holidays; yes that's the wait. During college vacations, I use to hunt for odd jobs to kill time; and on jobs, I hunt for odd vacations to find some time.

This went on, and sometimes lack for time for myself, added to my frustration. But one day, I was awarded sudden vacations. I was diagonised with pox. Indeed God is great. Mild pox gave me some time to watch all those movies in my archives which were being postponed for quite some time. Then sleep...aah utter pleasure. During school, I hated sleeping in noon, but now, its like amrit.

But after first two days, i started missin work to my surprise. My friends told me to paint, (i did); some told me to read (i completed a book)..all this was done in the first two days. Then one of the good friend told me to read Shrimad Bhagwat Geeta.

I rememebered I brought one from my Granny. (surprisingly, her name is Geeta and she loves reading the holy book, in fact she reads it in parts almost five times a day)
I started reading.

The book is magical i must say. Or in other words, blessed by Lord Krishna, the almighty. I found solace in the alluring words. It gave me hope, that if i perform my best, no one can stop me from satisfaction. they say "teaching" is not important. but "what you learn, what you absorb" is important.

And i learnt about "karm". Its always necessary to occupy yourselves with some or the other thing. it is whether you are learning something i.e. getting knowledge from the surroundings, or else you are executing what you have learnt earlier. And that's the case, we have an objective right from our childhood, to reach the next stage(like the video game) from school to college to job to promotion. Or from single person to best friends to couple to family.

Even when we think, we are not doing anything, say, just sitting in the backyard watching nature, we are learning. We are learning to be selfish like nature, which always gives fresh things to us, when on the other hand, we give her only misery. And that what makes each person different from other.

My mantras from the holy book are:

Work to learn. Learn to work
Not to think about the result
Not to take unnecessary stress
Never doubt anything
Pray God before having food
Not to be jealous
Expectations lead to worries
Anger hurts yourself
Don't be afraid of anything
Maintain balance (sukh me adhik khush na hona, na dukh me adhik dukhi)

I know i m not the write person to comment on such a holy book which has touched a lives of millions. But i tried to make a point of what i understood and observed by making sense of words.

I was able to relate to the book, and person of every age can do it easily, i think. It gave me solace to my warring mind. Now i think i will try to mellow down (at least for some days) and try reading it again and again.

Stranger in my own world

It’s the wait
It’s the wait that makes me live longer
That makes my thoughts wander
And my feelings go fonder
what makes me ponder...

A second look at the time
Couple of hours to go home
Cup of coffee, stare at the lappy
And a round of chats
With ol’ n new friends

Finally home in the company
Of family and neighbors
Food, rest and li’l bit work
A bed and a book
With phone on my side

A ring from a friend
Ends the eternal wait
Chitter, chatter n gossip
Blanket from toe to tip
Snores chase the chores

Morning again haunts me
It’s the packing that we
Engage the entire time
Rush to reach the office
Not to be late again

From home to office
We just work
Packing and re-packing
Hunt for what’s lacking
Is the crux of being

The wait makes me stronger
Makin moments stay longer
Day after day I wait
To become a stranger
In my own world

what a life!!!

WHAT is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?—

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night:

No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep and cows:

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance:

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?

one from me:
No time to visit the next door buddy,
And sink in the life with gossip study

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

Period

even after two cups of coffee, I am engrossed in these beautiful lines by Davies. How apt!!!

When Maggie Ma'am read out this poem in fifth grade, it was yet another mugging job for me. At that time, I beleived that such a situation is not common and holds true just for the poet. Years have passed, and with time both the poet and the reader have lost in time's books.

Time and again, I used these lines to begin a presentation. Even then, I was not able to relate to them, it's just a phrase after all, isn't it?

And today when my boss assigned me jobs after jobs, (making me realise...even the word "holiday" will be looked as "murder"), the first thing i uttered was "what is life"
then the entire poem scrolled across my eyes...

here i am a eeny-weeny person giving a take on life...

Life is large and abstract just like ocean, i cannot actually hug the mighty ocean. But when i stand on the beach and fold my hands, i feel it's presence. Isn't the same thing with life. One can actually talk to life and feel relieved. Some people term this thing as "talk-to-wall" or other terms as craziness, but for us creative thinkers, that's the only route to think in abstract.

When we pass a street these days, we overlook what's happening in our surroundings. It's just the traffic signal that can make us stand and stare, nothing else. And that time, we see how others are coping with life, some are struggling to cross the road, and some even for food. At that time, we think that if only we could help them out or be a part of their life. It's not that easy as I think it is. Sometimes, we flash a smile to such strangers. And the next moment, we are instantly included in their lives by the smile they flash to us. It also happens that our smile is returned with a frown instead of a smile and that's when we realise that smile is not an easily available thing in this world. This is when I yearn for solace. I find solace in solitude amidst nature! It's always the case with me, sometimes I yearn for a good company for a conversation over coffee. But other times i hunt for solitude. That's when i start crying automatically, even when there's no need to. How frivolous life is! isn't it? In the race of life, we are not even able to give time to ourselves. It' always friends, work or traffic. Suddenly we realize life is not made of moments, but of chores. And that's what I hate about modern life. After yearning for time for a long period, when we finally get it, we don't know how to use it. Amidst this hullabaloo, that beauty regimen waiting since eons is taking a backseat. We get time to read cosmo tips on quick-to-dos "before goin to bed", but not to apply those.

The situation is that there's no night, no day, just a list of jobs, which if not completed have to be followed tomorrow.

Stop...Think...Act
Take time out and breate easy, because...

a POOR Life this, if full of care
We have no time to stand and stare...

Come on people stare...
Not those handsome hunks or beauty babes, but stare at your own life and mind it..not other's life!!!

A place where I belong

Her place is so lethargic...but deep down in my heart, I love that lethargy once in a year. There's no noise to wake me up. only sounds of cuckoo, cows or a cycle horn. Only when the sun rises to its full might, that the light starts troubling me. She gets up early in the morning to feed the pigeons followed by strolls on the terrace. You can see her when she turns around. That's when we run up to her and listen all those stories which develop in our absence. The place where she used to feed the pigeons is now taken over by the court, 'cos the owner could not pay the bank rent. But she says, she won't stop till the new family comes and stays there. We hear azaan by then, there is a charm of this chant and i fell to its hypnotism each time those words fell to my ears. She asks us not to stand near the paraphet, or else we might fall. And being girls, we obey her unlike the boys; she then finally closes the terrace and we follow her downstairs. The door is very traditional and it’s not possible for us to unlock it by ourselves, so mornings are an opportunity to sneak in the door when it’s left ajar by her.

Earlier she used to go for walks, but now her weak legs can't afford her this luxury. (though walks have never been a luxury to me on the cost of dear sleep)But back then, we were always asked to promise to wake up early and accompany her. After breaking 2-3 promises, we used to keep them. Even after all this, we use to insist her to return in tonga (horse cart)All this is followed by a royal bath. According to her, the water being saline, we should bathe with the rain water collected in the underground tank / well. She then assures us of healthy hair and glowing skin. Breakfasts on the open lobby is indeed a welcome thing. Dry chapattis and achaar (pickle) with bhujia keeps our tongue rolling. Plus the sparrow which feeds with us, from our plates is a welcome gesture. I used to wait for the traditional sweets to arrive. I love to go for shopping in the market.

The market is in and around the place where we stayed. The small lanes and staring eyes made it a mysterious lot. I like to go the sabzi mandi (grocery) tempted by the orange candies there. Then the shopping for bandhanis (tie-n-dye) suit pieces which are my favorite ones. But she never allows us to go to market alone. We are always accompanied by Ramu Kaka, so that people respect us knowing the family we come from. I love gathering for lunch in the dining room with a television and after the heavy gulping, the calm afternoon siesta. Tea, rose milkshakes and fruits for evening with my cousins is the best thing. Better than this, I love when she opens her ancient chest. There is something or the other which I find useful each time. She creates a mystery factor before opening it and I love it.

The evenings are made melodious with bhajans and kirtans. She is not good at singing though I like her chanting. We kids then play dark rooms (a game) in uncle's room. She asks us not to damage his belongings placed in the showcase. After dinner, we chat while she oils my hair or sometimes trims them herself. She teaches us all those things which mom forgets to teach us.

It’s been years I went to that place due to higher studies, job etc. And I think will never be able to enjoy all those moments too as she now lives in the city near my place. There will be lethargic mornings, but not in her lap. And azaans have lost in the din and bustle of the city. The sparrows come to meet us but through the iron bars in our gallery. She still has her mystery cupboard but it is all open, not as huge as earlier one. She chants the bhajans, no doubt, but in the backdrop of television noise. All this will never be the same. She has not changed, but the circumstances have changed. She is the same old nanny but the spirit of the place has changed.

Chhodo kal ki baatein
Kal ki baat purani
Naye daur me likhenge
Mil kar nayi Kahani

its just mee

Am I ditto like Calvin
Who has just his Hobbes
with him as a friend
who exists just for him

he just sees his parents
day in and day out
does not like his
female friend
neither his miss wormwood

for me hobbes is my soul
i talk to myself
jus like calvin talks to
Hobbes

even i hav many people around
its jus more of me
everytime
i talk to everyone
tell them my plans
my problems
my dreams

but am i being true to 'em?
at times i jus don knw
y i go sad suddenly
i jus want to be with me

because ppl ask me reasons
of which i don hav any replies
do i have to give reasons
am i liable to give reasons
everytime

even when i tell them
to leave me alone
their questions lurk me
when i go happy again

am i not the master
of my own mood
y i hav to behave as
others do

i have started believing
i am jus a mask
my face has lost
or its jus inside
but this mask is
a permanent one

a mask
which cannot be removed
which cannot be chased
which cannot be adopted
its just meee

You could be...

You could be my Facebook boy,

You could be my status message,

You could be my late night Yahoo messenger,

You could be my longest Gmail conversation,

You could be my internet addiction.

You could be my Orkut relationship status,

You could be my G chat photograph,

You could be my You tube download,

You could be my Stumbleupon stumble,

You could be my internet addiction.

You could be my MP3 songs most-played,

You could be my Firefox widget,

You could be my Google search,

You could be my Wikipedia wiki,

You could be my internet addiction.

You could be my Blogger compose page,

You could be my last login,

You could be my word verification,

You could be my HTML,

You could be my internet addiction.

think what

Is this the right time?
or should i wait for long
this would be too early i think
nah! i will ask them to wait
i guess..will they agree
hmm..what to do?

my life starts with questions
and end at long long ques
sometimes i think
is this only me
who thinks and
keep thinking for hours
don't others have problems
in their life
or they just don't agree
or they vent their feelings some
other way perhaps
anyways, i can't stop thinking
but can i stop worrying
over problems
surely, i can

but...
is "but" my middle name
can i never move over but

fuhget it

i think therefore i think i am

the escape

Inside me there’s a hollow
A desire to follow my dreams
To work at my will
And feel like a bird

Inside me there’s a call
A decision to make on my own
To stay with whom I like
And ferry the boat aside

Inside me there’s a chase
A track to pursue with ease
To breathe the fresh wind
And never look behind

Inside me there’s a life
A thought to express for all
To give away everything
And escape to…

Slum doesn't have dogs anymore

A loud applause to something which is better than the rest, the best. Something which has given a new meaning to the word slumdog. something which proves knowledge doesn't require education. something which affirms love knows no boundaries, no religion. Something which we now know as Slumdog Millionaire.

I loved the movie to the core. I felt as i was reading a book. What depressed me was the attitude of Bollywood towards it. The hosts of KBC denying to play a role in the movie. Second, making a furor about the portrayal of Indian slums in the movie. Let me tell you, the movie was far more better than showing those slum children becoming a local goon or smoking cigars. Why people here are not moving over family drama and celebrity hype. We can see that movie didn't hype and performed well compared to recent movies which didn't do well in spite of great hulla. There's a trend which has been created, mar down good things by negative publicity. Shooting of Deepa Mehta's WATER was banned in India, which was shot in Srilanka finally. Indian media was full of headlines, "Indian movie WATER won accolades abroad". but the day when the shooting was stopped, it stopped being an Indian movie.

Has it been a movie which shows slums in poor light, the furor of public would have been well accepted. but this shows a slum boy to be a millionaire. second thing, the use of word dog is very controversial, but this was used to show the mediocrity of the person living in slum. What about the TV Reality shows, which are making kids work day and night. Still, no one comes forward to ban these shows which is robbing kids of their innocent childhood, teaching them green words. When Ashu, a dhaba owner can win roadies and big boss, why cant a slumdog. ha! double standards.

One thing that i didn't like about Slumdog Millionaire, is that all the publicity has just been given to the elder actors. not the kids who gave a brilliant performance. A huge round of Applause for the kids. I sincerely want India to come up with better movies, each time, every time.

I think...

I think...

Near the river at the bank
To the sky in the evening
On a hill by the bench

I think...

By my mother when sad
For my sister when is bad
At the table to my mirror

I think...

During exams when confused
Making excuses when caught
Feeding mind when bored

I think...

Peace the state in terror
Feed the needy in hunger
Save nature in slumber

I think...

Funny ideas on this blog
So you people can log
Write sumthin and hog

I think...




Do you think???

I am Mrs. Satvinder Sahani, you see

Burrrpppp!!! Generally people wake up yawning, but she is our very own Satvinderji who is DIFFERENT form the rest. She wakes up very early in the morning. According to her, quarter to eight is very early (while her son leaves for school at eight). A cup of steaming hot elaichi tea is her preference (bed tea, you see…after all,she is already very tired burping). A moment late and she screams her lungs out and bellows across the room like a raging bull. Knowing this, Kala (her PERSONAL maid) makes sure that the tea is ready at 7.50 sharp.

She laments every morning that she needs to wake up so early at the crack of dawn. She says, “But what can I do…I have to work na...what will we eat otherwise!!!” Her son sniggers from the background. He takes his “only” mom as he is his only son with a pinch of salt. For who would believe this statement?! The richest family in South Delhi and a problem of Food!! That and several other statements are easily uttered. Satvinder loves to victimize herself.

After her usual rounds of chitter chatter, she drinks her piping hot tea (which is not hot anymore). It leaves behind a milky moustache that she is too bored to clean. A long stretch and she walks to bathroom for a quick bath. She arrives in a Pink Turkish Towel (bought from Canada, you see) after her (just) 45 minutes long bath. She mumbles “Cleopatra had donkey’s milk for her bath everyday, next time Sunny’s Papa (aka Mr. Satvinder Sahani) goes to Egypt, I’ll ask him to get me some too” (she and her husband share the same name)

She stands in front of the mirror and looks at her reflection with utmost affection. There she stands 5 feet tall with amber eyes and silky hair. “My Gawd, she exclaims, I’m becoming more beautiful everyday. I think the cactus mud pack is working”. The buck tooth that so forms the caricaturist feature of her face, doesn’t exist for her, they simply don’t. And neither does the pump stature. The silky long hair pleated with matching ribbons and beads and blue kohl forms an important part of her looks. She chooses a bright red satin kurta and teams it up with a bright yellow salwar. “I keep only bright colors in my cupboard baba,” she explains with fluttering eyelids, “they bring out my personality so well na?” She barely fits into the salwar kameez, tiers peeping through the back. But she is simply unaware. She smoothes her kameez and smiles in delight. She utters, “Sohni (beautiful) Satvinder is finally ready ji”

She heads straight towards kitchen “ Kala, I will bake my specialty chocolate cake, today. I bake it so well…even Mrs. Fernandes liked it”. Her maid is not a penny less. “But you had burnt it last time and Mrs. Fernandes thought it was some sweet sabzi”, Annoyed Satvinder retorts, “don’t you talk too much”. At breakfast, she devours 3 aloo parathas (she’s on a diet, you see) and karela juice, “Mrs. Agarwal toh has cucumber juice everyday. That is not good for skin. Don’t I look young, Sunny beta?”

The Activa drives her to boutique every morning at 10.30. It’s a shop of lehengas and kurtas for bridal wear in the most posh place of Delhi – Connaught Place. She clicks and saunters through the main entrance of the boutique making her place very evident to the workers. The very stature – domineering – does not allow workers to express themselves they are a subdued lot. She screams and wails at the employees for the slightest problems they create.

So there she is a “Page 3” personality – domineering, confident, indifferent to the world. She attends parties regularly. A laughing stock she makes of herself sometimes. Popular in a weird way – much like the Rakhi Sawant of Mumbai – can’t live with her and can’t live without her. She is a MUST invitee at every party in South Delhi. She loves getting dressed with the latest outfits in her store. People look twice at her. Her bagful of gossips keeps her friends engaged and so not a single person is ever bored of her.

Recently she has been invited to be the brand ambassador of a beauty clinic, recently opened at Carol Bagh. The owners have convinced her that no one else could do it better. Her popularity, her figure, confidence and grace are the perfect milestones to deliver the product. She stands in a bright auburn kurta and stand beside the banner of the beauty clinic, “Come & See the difference”, she exclaims as the sniggering cameraman looks on. This would be perfect frame for the funniest shots they say. A ‘perfect’ bakra for their weekend launch party. Would ‘Satvinderji’ be affected….nah! She’s too indifferent for that.

She was informed that the billboard will be put up for public view on Sunday. Yes, Sunday would be a perfect day, Satti thinks, as people go for outings on that day, and she will receive many calls for “such an AMAZING work” (standing near a banner without talking gibberish is an achievement for Satto. She reaches the venue early dressed in the same very outfit that she wore in the ad (it would be easy for people to recognize her, you see). One glance on the banner and she faints. The banner had two ladies. You all think Satti faints because she didn’t get all the limelight. Nah! It’s because Satti stands on the left hand side of banner with “BEFORE” and on the right hand side the other lady has an “AFTER” sign. She was portrayed as a fat lady (which she is NOT).

But Satvinder didn’t change at all, “they wanted someone beautiful for the ad, someone who wears good attire and looks smart, just like me”, she explains, “what they mean is, you are beautiful before, you will remain beautiful after”. She got her share of calls for, “Such an AMAZING work (explanation)”. She had become all the more famous but she never did an ad after this incident (she is DIFFERENT from the rest, you see).

(based on character sketch by Ruj)

The best thing about me is you

चार पहर की जिंदगानी

मुझे प्यारी है वह सुबह
जब आसमान गीला होता है
जब धूप सुनहरी होती है
जब मुझे जगाने अम्मा आती है
जब चिडिया की आवाज़ मुझे सताती है
मुझे दोपहर मैं पसंद है
सुने रास्ते जिन पर कोई nahin चल रहा
जब बरगद की छाओं ठंडी लगती है
जब चौकीदार उबासी लेता है
जब माँ थक कर बैठती है
मुझे शाम सुनहरी लगती है
जब मंदीर मैं आरती होती है
जब अम्मा भजन गाती है
जब पापा फोन करते हैं
मुझे सबसे अच्छी लगती है रात
जब खाना परोसा जाता है
जब दादाजी कहानी सुनते हैं
जब हम बातें करते करते सो जाते हें
हो गया दिन पूरा
kal है फिर नई सुबह
फिर नया संकल्प
चल रहा यूँही जीवन का पहिया

Wanna see Mahuli alive......

Her name is Mahuli...which means "enchanting voice" and its a "raga" also.
I painted her character sketch.
It is tangent to my best freind's sis.
She is traditional but not conservative.
Everyone knows her but no one knows her. is obsessed with meaning behind every person's name
wears an anklet in her left leg. the design of anklet is very rare, coz its a bracelet which is turned into an anklet.
has loads of wooden bracelets in her left hand, the colors are rare...purple, mehndi green, beaded, strap et al.wears amulets in her right one.
generally has trimmed nails which has a coat of mattle paint.
she has pierced ears, with 2-3 piercing on each side. she wears silver earrings. stud in topmost.rings in second one and danglers or loops/hoods in bottom one.
has lots of black/blue kohl in her eyes.
occasionally wears specs.
fine but thick eyebrows.
shoulder length curly hair. volumnous one.
wears a wooden clutcher.
cupid lips with a thin coat of lipstick(sometimes).
tall face. she has dusky looks. has a prominent beauty bone.
wears long hippie kinda beads around her neck.
loads sa finger and thumb ring.
has two thin rings in her right thumb and one prominent one in left.
wears silver toe rings.

her figure:
just perfect: not slim
tall hands and long legs
a long neck

her wardrobe:
loads sa indo-western kurtis.
a very selective collection.
dark blue skin fit jeans which is slightly above her ankle.
3/4 cargos and jeans
sleeveless and three fourth sleeve kurtas
patialas, chudidars, arabian pants
a see-thru saree
loads sa junk jewellery designer and handmade belts

her profile:
she is a freelancer for creative content.
at work-has a handicraft spiral bound book in her hand.
has an elegant style of holding her pen.
is hyper-active.
uses her hand for every gesture.
a very good dancer, wants to pursue it as a profession
a very good cook but experimental one
winks her eyes...awwww she is very cute
laughs loudly
has a control on pitch

at home:
a small house with low wooden furniture.
long windows made of glass.
2 BHK with a garden and an attic.
has 2 jhoolas, one in her garden(room for 2) and other in the living room.
collected artifacts.
holds her cushion close to her while wathcing movies.
taps her feet while listening music

she:
talks to herself
prefers watching movie at home
writes a diary and also her blog too
never cares what happening in other's life
gossips but never reveal secrets of her or other's personal life

with friends:
has 3 close frends-two boys, sombhav aka som(a bengali) and danveer aka danny(a gujju) one girl, Nupur aka noor...btw nupur means anklet
calls her frend over on weekends
they play board games
fond of sudoku, word power et al
calls her friends for midnite parties

her taste:
dark chocolate, nuts
lemon tea,strawberry crush
pizzas, parathas n pastas

her take on love:
never had a boyfriend but knows gonna get hooked in a love marriage
will give her 100%

When she got hooked:
his name is Tanmay meaning engrossed
he is wheatish, wears spectacles, has short hair spikes(now).keeps experimenting with hairstyles wears loose jeans and t-shirts, boy's shorts... has something scribbled on his t shirts
laughs loudly...is tall and has medium body build
wears slip-ons and a strong perfume
has a steady job and varying earnings: weird work timings
has ideas in his veins
is an owl in disguise...chats all night on emails
has a coffee mug on his desk...is a computer geek
talks very much
gets angry pretty soon
creative in writing,
woos her gal by hook or crook
not a party animal
prefers to go to unknown places with his gal...mostly cafes
is independent..doesn't boast
has a pent house
gifts jewelery to her gal...doesn't call her daily but messages her quite frequent

Mahuli calls Tanmay.....Devil

Ishwar Allah Tere Jahan Mein Nafrat Kyon Hai Jung Hai Kyon
Tera Dil To Itna Bada Hai Insaan Ka Dil Tang Hai Kyon

An ode to Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan

Husn-e-jaana ki tareef mumkin nahi

Afreen afreen

Afreen afreen

Tu bhi dekhe agar to kahe hum-nashi

Afreen afreen

Afreen afreen

Aisaa dekha nahi khubsoorat koi

Jism jaise Ajanta ki murat koi

Jism jaise nigahon pe jadoo koi

Jism nagma koi,

jism khusboo koi

Jism jaise machalti hui raagini

Jism jaise mehakti hui chandni

Jism jaise hai khilta hua ek chaman

Jism jaise hai suraj ki pehli kiran

Jism tarsha hua,

dilkash-o-dilnashi

Sandali sandali

Makhmali makhmali

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Aankhen dekhi to main dekhta reh gaya

Jaam do aur dono hi do aatisha

Aankhen ya maikade ke do baab hain

Aankhen unko kahoon, ya kahoon khwaab hai

Aankhen neechi hui to hayaa ban gayi

Aankhen oonchi hui to dua ban gayi

Aankhen uth kar jukhi to adaa ban gayi

Aankhen jhuk kar uthi to fazaa ban gayi

Aankhen jin mein hain qaid aasmaan-o-zamin

Nargisi nargisi

Surmayi surmayi