I always believed that I’d catch up on the pile of books I have when I would no longer be a student. And now when I am working full-time, student days seemed easier when I’d have tons to study, both for classes and for the enrichment of my soul. Of course I can’t forget about…
Author: Gautam
These are some ashaar I wrote that never made into a Ghazal or a Nazm.. Aaj ki raat kahin door nikal jaayenge Aaj parbat ki ghaTaaon ne bulaaya hai mujhe Sochta hoon ki dushmano se dosti kar loon Chod kar saaye ko apnaa yahaan to koi nahi. So tonight I shall leave For I can…
I wrote this back in August 2004. Some names and incidents have been changed, but like most of my writings – this one is more or less autobiographical. By the way Mozart would have been 250 today. …It had been raining all morning and I could still feel it in the winds. I had not…
This is just another page from my diary. A diary I haven’t written anything in – for more than 5 years. This incident dates back more than 10 years. Sometimes it’s easier to recite in a room full of people than narrating something about your life to one person. You sit down with your pen…
I was going through my diary notes made years ago during high school days and found some Ash’aar. Here’s one. I don’t know who the Shayar is Takmeel muhabbat me taaseer ye maine dekhi hai Dil mera dhaDakta hai aur khabar unko ho jaati hai Ilzaam se darti hai ye duniya saari, Par ye haqeeqat…
Here are few couplets by Kaifi Azmi Sahab. Hontho ko see ke dekhiye pachhtaiye-gaa aap Hangaame jaag uThte hain aksar ghutan ke baad Gurbat ki thandi chaanv me yaad aayi uski dhoop Qadr e watan hui hame tarq e watan ke baad Insaan ki khwahishon ki koi intehaa nahi Do gaz zameen chaahiye do gaz…
This happened about six months ago and I’ve often kept myself from writing about it. But here is it, anyhow. On an autumn evening, I was coming back from my stroll when I ran into her in the forest. She was standing under an old Deodar tree, as if waiting for someone. As I approached…
Here are two Ashaar. I’m not sure who the Shayar is. Ham fakeeron se jo chaahe dua le jaaye Phir na jaane kidhar ham ko hawaa le jaaye Ham sar e raah liye baithe hain ik chingaari Jiska jee chaahe charaagon ko jalaa le jaaye Again, if you don’t know Hindi/Urdu, these are wasted on…
I was watching the final episode of “The Wonder Years” tonight, which, for a few moments, took me back home to the streets I grew up on. Reminded me of my own Winnie Cooper, Roopal Sharma I knew when I was in first grade and hadn’t thought of in a long long time. She lived…
Saturday usually finds me going through my archives and re-arranging things. I found this little poem that someone had once written for me. Sometimes things don’t turn out the way you want them to be, but later when the future unfolds, you sit back and think that everything happens for a reason. Or like Edward…