Sweet Pain

Ajj phir arzz kiya hai..............


दर्द में नशा है
अजब सा जुनूं
एक अलग हे मज़ा है
बनादे इन्तेहाँ , सुकूं
एक ऐसी सज़ा है

-clueless



ps1: Author wants to write a book or at least wants to persist these shers , poems as hard copy.
ps2:Yeah kind of published one.Aware am i , nobody will buy nor will it be read , but at least a copy for self.Sigh.
ps3: No , i don't know how to go about it.
ps4:Any hows. Travel has taken time , so will travelogue.
ps5: Waiting for SLR pics.

Is It Dying?

Symptoms :-

1. The frequency of posting is diminishing .
2. The archives have developed gaps of months , years in worse cases .
3. You are posting more you-tube videos than actual write-ups.
4. You post only photos as you are slothful to be able to express in 1000 words.
5. There is no craving for new posting ideas lurking around .
6. There is no urge to check comments.
7. You stop confessing on this diary , even when yours is a zero-comment-clandestine blog .
8. All effort is now spent on making it visually appealing than on writing.
9. Your quotes , poems prefer FB status messages and notes.
10. You suddenly forget password to the blog !!

If yours is a victim of above , it might be heading towards it’s grave where thousand other archives are lying in webbed peace .

Get up and rejuvenate! If it is your avocation ,there shall be reincarnation of some kind .
Of a kind which can prompt the readers to come up with “symptoms for addiction” .When feeds show numbers , with mostly nines.

PS1: Did you know , there is something called Drunk Posting. I have read one such and it was hilarious.Including the major typos, retained strategically.

PS2: Well , Did you know there is something called WikiDump - "One man’s trash is another man’s treasure".

PS3: Blog people Blog, in senses or not.In Sickness or health.

Traveling pants

Is not about Sisterhood Of Traveling Pants.

If you know the author and have accompanied her to adventure trips to various locations in past two years , you know who, err... what is being referred here.

Else , let me take pleasure of introducing you to -Army green , cotton based , 6-pocket , cargo pants.

We all own one such in different shapes and sizes . Don't we ?

The one we pick up for damn every travel .
The one which is rugged and tough,
Yet gives all the comforts , in hazel.
The one which was in use for hours and days .
And still can be used for coming days and hours.

The one which has seen the mountains ,
Has crossed rivers with us.
The one which was dusted,
Was splashed in water with muds.

The one which transforms to 3- fourths ,
To safeguard its own tearing corners.
The one which shields the colds.
And takes all the sweat , when warmer .

And if you still wonder ?
Or must have forgotten it in a timeless thunder.
Look around , it must be lying somewhere,
Cluttered underneath your branded clothing blunder .

From the cupboard, it calls out in silence
"Take me out of this darkness"

"Take me to sunshine of the woods.
From the cupboard, it whispers out loud
"Take me out to the wilderness "

"Take me to the cloudy hill roofs".

-By yours truly, still clueless.

The same pretty much holds good for our traveling backpacks , perhaps the traveling shoes .They all say one thing- take some time off from your chaotic schedules for mother nature, but don't over do it , as they might end up teared .

PS1: Removed earlier PS statements.
PS2: They snatch the fame n focus away from the poem.
PS3: Ok, current ps2 is pretty much doing the same.
PS4: Fine , readers can still scroll through those verses again.
PS5(retained): btw, that cold did not swinned enough to be flu.