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Come Alive!
Who’s the story is, who starts to write.. The dawn welcomes, a day so bright.. There’re some desires, they’ve no meaning.. It’s the fire inside, a new beginning.. Come alive, tells the heart, Never to fall apart, Let the dreams, once again, Come Alive!! ……. Who’s the story is, who starts to read.. Like the…
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‘Mickey’ It All Started With A ‘Mouse’!!
The train is running fast. Walt is returning home. He is broken..he lost his most successful cartoon character, “Oswald, The Lucky Rabbit.” They hired all of the employees, too. “My studio is finished…I am left with nothing..”, Walt brooded. His wife, Lillian tried to pacify him. But he was like a raging lion on that…
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When I met Ayesha in my dream
The girl comes to the new city, with a heart full of dreams. She wanders in the streets, dances with the rain drops, gets her soul drenched in the rain. She feels them on her face, and her stories come alive once again. With the shimmering stars in the sky and the dusky city lights,…
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The Art Of Self Love
Love is blind, love is blue.. I shines with the glory, like the morning dew.. Love is blind, love is blue.. It sings along my soul, Forever, to be a new! Love is blind, love is blue.. It adds colours to my life, Of thousands shimmering hues.. Love is blind, love is blue.. It…
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Bandish – Voyage From Seven Notes To The Infinity
What is music?? What is Raga?? Have you any answer of my questions?? May be you have an answer…or, perhaps, you have no answer yet.. Surprised?? Shocked?? Speechless?? Don’t worry..it happens. Believe me, I am not going to let you down anyhow. I am not writing this post to show you my knowledge although.…
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Rain Of Renunciation
I’m penning down a beautiful experience I had today morning. For some days, we are having thunderstorms at the afternoon. It has become a usual scene everyday, to see the sky wearing a dark blue cloud and after sometime, showering all the rain upon the earth. In the eve of summer, what can…
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Jannat
It was too late for Javeda, she was rushing to the bus stand. One more day, she is going to be late in her office. She was carrying a handbag and an umbrella with her, as the sky was prepared to shower the rain in any moment. “If you come late tomorrow again, I’ll…
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Thumri – The Art Of Singing Poetry
“Jab se Shyam sidhare…. Tadap tadap, jiya, jaye…..” When a girl sings a ‘Thumri’, she becomes ‘Radha’. With the poetic lyrics, she tries to express her love for ‘Krishna’. Sometime, with its ‘Shringar’ mood, she adorns herself for her beloved. She smiles with ‘Thumri’, her soul dances with ‘Thumri’.Whether sometime in ‘Viraha’ mood, she…
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