Yet another rain drop, but its my lens to the world.
Sweet when it rains, salty when it flows over the soil of time.
Chronicles an alluvium of nostalgia and scars.
My home in the virtual world, I fondly call it, The White Bougainvillea.
Thursday, October 18, 2012
An Ode to Ghalib
Raah alag hi sahi, dil se to wahi aah nikalti hai,
Baaz dafa qalm se humari, Ghalib ki sihayi nikalti hai.
Intezaar kar lete Ghalib, toh yeh jaan jaate - ae Besabr,
Waqt ki zindagi mein, kitni zindagiyaan dohraati hai.