Amit Verma

One song that I’m listening to (almost) every day …
though lyrics are very much Gulzar ishtyle but undoubtedly music and composition is expressive.

beeta hua pal kabhi gujarta nahi
woh sehma hua sa baitha rehta hai
raaste ke kisi pichle mod par zinda
uske bhi jazbaat hote hai
aur kutch armaan bhi
gujar toh main jaata hu
kisi musafir ki tarah
aur woh beeta pal wahi
meri raah takta kisi ped ki tarah

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Very close friend of mine said that this is weird thought. I wonder what is weird in my mind !!

Is it me who is more weird or my thoughts ?? And why do we judge people from there words or situational thoughts. My thoughts reflect my work ,my writing, my photography and of course ‘me’ . They ain’t negative …they are just subjective.

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I just smile when friend say “why am i silent again? why am I so busy in work?”

I miss part of me somewhere and today I’m no where related to it. That was time….wish I could spin around the time and go back to period of innocence. For now I’m lost in silence again with my books, music and myself.

What is time?
What is this thing that goes on without pause?
If it did not pass,
Then where could it have been?
It must have been somewhere.
It has passed.
So where is it now?
It must be somewhere.
Where did it come from? Where did it go?
Where did the process start? Where will it end?
What is time?

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Not much to say today
…just some lines to share from one of my fav poet “Faiz Sahab”

Ae Dil mere musafir
hua phir sey hukm sadir¹
ki watan badar² hon hum tum

dein gali gali sada.ye
karein rukh nagar nagar ka
ke suraag koi paein
kisi yar-e-nama³ bar ka

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