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कभी नींद आती थी.. आज सोने को “मन” नही करता, कभी छोटी सी बात पर आंसू बह जाते थे.. आज रोने तक का “मन” नही करता, जी करता था लूटा दूं खुद को या लुटजाऊ खुद पे.. आज तो खोने को भी “मन” नही करता, पहले शब्द कम पड़ जाते थे बोलने को.. लेकिन आज मुह खोलने को “मन” नही करता, कभी कड़वी याद मीठे सच याद आते थे.. आज सोचने तक को “मन” नही करता, मैं कैसा था? और कैसा हो गया हूं.. लेकिन आज तो यह भी सोचने को “मन” नही करता. फिर भी सब हमसे शिकायत करते हैं.. क़ि हम पत्थर होते जा रहे हैं, कोई इन हालातों से भी तो पूछो, जो बद से बदतर होते जा रहे हैं। P.S.: I did not write this poem I saw it somewhere on internet and liked it instatntly So posted it here.
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Songs I wish you to listen with me.

I also want someone in my life to whom I can show my playlist of the songs of the legendary era of the 50s, 60s, and 70s. The exclusive songs which I listen, sing along when I'm alone when I'm thinking. This is one of the too many things on my bucket list. This person will be exactly like me who will like the matured old rugged but melodious voice of S.D. Burman, the playful style of Kishor, The tragedy of Mukesh and Gurudatt, The great Noorjahan, Geeta Dutt and sweetest voice you will hear ever Lata Mangeshkar and any more.

Problems

Problems in your life are like cow shit lying on the street. You are lackadaisical, impetuous walking sloppily in the street unaware of cowshit lying on the street waiting just for the reckless fellow like you. You, as you are destined, stepped into the cow shit, this is your first ever encounter with cow shit (earlier you have familiarized yourself with sludge but not with this smelling THING) and you are not happy about it no one ever becomes. You stepped out of it and now you are thinking whatever has to happen, happened. (This is your first time so of course, you are naive to think about it like this.) The moment you took another stepped you realized there is still something to tackle, and getting vexed you think what now? and now you check your shoes you find that the cow shit is struck with your shoes and as you are moving forward you are accompanied with it leaving marks behind and not just marks you are spreading smells as well. If you have surrounded yourself with fake peopl

I Hope and I pay.