''It is better to live your own destiny imperfectly than to live an imitation of somebody else's life with perfection''
For all those away from home, here is poem for you all..
She is seeing her beloved for the last time. It is the last day, probably the last hour. She has within her a raging tempest consuming her soul. Will she be able to speak her heart or will it lay buried in her repressed soul? Read the following poem to know about her anguish, about her unspoken words, the conversation that she has been yearning to make.
For all those away from home... Shehr ki roshni jb ankhon ko chubh rhi thi, Wahi dil ke ek kone main bujhte hua diye jaise joojhti thi ghar ki yaad. Wah sehmi si aas Ek aise fariyad Jiska wajood na mil payega shehr ke andhere main, Wah maasomiyat, wah khamoshi, Har ek dastak main thi … Continue reading Ghar ki yaad..