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Roz mein Sochta hu………

Roz mein sochta hu ki…….aaj kuch kam aur healthy khaya jaaye…..
Magar yeh mausam rangeen hokar mujhe lubhaye….

Kamzor dil ka hu… mausam ki baat jaata hu maan…..
Fir jam ke khata hu, Pakore, Biryani, Namkeen with shaan….

Fir karta hu vaada kal se rakhunga dieting ka maan 
Magar kya karu….. mujhe pata hai, kal fir ho jayega yeh mausam beimaan!

GST
# Baarish ke Nuksaan

There is something magical in a Sunday… Seems, it’s not just ours but even God’s Special day!! (Sunday Morning Musings)

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There is something magical in a Sunday…
Seems, it’s not just ours but even God’s Special day…

Every Weekday Morning it’s a pain to wake up from the slumber…
But on a Sunday it takes a minute to get up, irrespective if it’s April or December….

Today Morning when I got up and went to the terrace,
Just loved the cool breeze on my face….

On the terrace, I picked up the Earthen Bowls,
Which are meant for the Fowls.

And as usual, Put Bajra in one and Poured water in another,
And wait for the Birds to Come, Eat, Drink and create a Flutter..

In the meanwhile, when I casually peeped down….
From my terrace could see half of the Town

There is a whole new world that I Witness…..
A world of Love, Work, and not an iota of duress

Milk Man delivering Milk, Door to Door,
And the Newspaper wala aiming his rockets at each floor….

Some of my neighbours, Going for their walk…. 
And Chowkidar Bhaiya.. Washing the cars while indulging with them in a short talk..

And then as I look up, I see a flock of Birds… 
Parrots, Crows, Pigeons All are there……. But I miss seeing Sparrows.

I see them flying from one roof to another……
And What they must be thinking while doing this, I wonder.

With their wings wide open…. They take a flight
And land on a terrace which they think is right…..

And then again in a few minutes, they move to another place,
And I silently request them to come closer, so that I can see their face.

They do Oblige…… And pass close to me as if they are playing a game…..
And I am disappointed as all look the same.

How would they know…. Who’s who?
Or is it just we Humans that can’t see through….

They have their own lives and we have our own……
But they live in a Flock….. And we some times alone.

I just wonder do they sometimes want to be a human,
If they do….. Then I am sure they have a bad acumen.

Now, I notice… The birds coming to my terrace and doing some chatter
Guess they have come to Eat Bajra & Drink some Water,

I Quietly Drift away and let them have their food,
These are the small moments that really make you feel good 

It was a wonderful and thoughtful start to the day….
O My Lord, I Pray make every day as cheerful as a Sunday.

There is something magical in a Sunday…
Seems it’s not just ours, but even God’s Special day…
GST

Kuch to hai is Tasveer mein,……….

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Loved this Pic from my friend Shashank Aggarwal‘s Time Line.
Just one look and one can decipher so many Stories from it….

Couldn’t Resist and penned down a Few Lines in Hindi…..

Yeh Tasveer Dekh kar…….
Mere Andar ka kavi jaggta hai…..

Kuch to hai is Tasveer mein,
Jise Dekhkar, Shabdo ka Hujoom umarta hai…

Dono ka kuch ajab sa Rishta Lagta hai…..
Ek Aaj Ka Rajkumar, aur Dossra koi Purana Maharaja sa lagta hai….

Dekh ke Lagta hai, Maharaaj ne dekhi hai kayi Saddiyan….
Aur is par kabhi baithi hongi iske maalik ki kayi Sakhiyaan…

An-ginat sarrko se yeh Guzra hai….
Is iklauti aankh ne is Dilli ko aur is Parivaar ko badalte hue dekha hai!!

Aaj bhi Maharaj ke chehre par nahi hai Shikkan…..
Jaise iska maalik karta ho isse bahed Pyaar aur khilata ho isko makkhan….

Bahut kuch Maharaja kehna Chahte hai….
But kehte kehte aaknho mein aansoo aate hai aur kadam larkhara se jaate hain…..

Gaur se dekho….to lagta hai Rajkumar le rahe hai Mahaarj ki taraf jhuk kar Aashirwaad….
Aur Mano Maharaj bhi keh rahe ho.. “Beta, Shaan se Jiyo AAJ aur mere Jaane ke BAAD!!
GST

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