Comments Off on My last painting. A precious and sacred day for me . This is the day to celebrate ,for our beloved teachers ,without whom support our life is incomplete. I owe gratidude for your loving guidence and special care.

Not just Ayni and her Thing, but there are more than you can Think. I think i just love you.

My emotions are my worst enemies! June 17, 2017. Thoughts are stung by floating Jellyfishes in an old mind; savouring any new thoughts as it forms and poisoning stale thoughts to its extinction. The long endless tentacles of jellyfishes wrapped around tired neurons and suffocates any memories reside in it.

So many unasked questions that shall remain unasked as the fear of the unknown outweighs the power of curiosity. Like Unfollow post 49 minutes ago near Narnia, Bangladesh. 43 minutes ago Unlike 2 people. The statement is still valid, my friend.

Fiction is what we use to sandpaper the hard, stark realities of life to get sweet stories. Now, back to the main topic. Do social networks work? They move on to the next big thing. For the fear of being called a hypocrite, I would like to admit that I have also been a part of all the bandwagons. Be it Orkut, MySpace, Blogs, Facebook .

Tuesday, October 9, 2012. To poise on a line as thin as thread. Grey like the clouds before a pour. Utters a cold invitation for a slip. But perhaps there lies our fortitude. A dance of two on tiptoe. May bestow a stronger grip. And in your strength combined. We may find perfect balance. Tuesday, November 9, 2010. Anything but your own world.

A by-product of your past and the now. With no future at hand? Wipe away that fog! With your heart and mind; the whole lot. Does that buzzing in your head. Distract, trouble and torment? Cloud your eyes like cataracts? To guide you and.

8220;deep pain of love with feelings and emotions. February 14, 2011 by limit. च चल मन क क न म. र शम जज ब त क आ चल. ख म श क ब खर ढ र पर. अरम न क स य स उलझ. न ज स इतर त ख़ व ब क. य म र पप ह और क यल. स वन म भ ग मस त पवन. र त क लहर त पर द प.

And It was all Silent! अध र कह न. That Kiss in The Rain. Nothing for you my dear-still I love you. One of the poem in this book is from the pen of my wife Natasha Sachdeva. क छ ख म श रहन क आदत. क छ द ख कर उन ह घबर न क.