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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162398212268512413</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 25 Jan 2012 18:41:01 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>nostalgia</category><category>way of life</category><category>Blind</category><category>lonely</category><category>Confused</category><category>boredom</category><category>Unstable</category><category>Friendship</category><category>hindi</category><category>farewell 2007</category><category>self</category><category>preparation</category><category>Terror</category><category>semester</category><category>life</category><category>Politics</category><category>:P</category><category>Mind</category><category>placements</category><category>interview</category><category>dreams</category><category>Mumbai</category><category>orkuddiction</category><category>classes</category><category>poetry</category><category>Morning</category><category>lukhkha</category><category>India</category><category>love.. an imagination</category><title>Rhyme is not a crime</title><description>Amateur attempt to enter poetic world</description><link>http://poetickirtan.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Kirtan Ningwal)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/PoeticKirtan" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="poetickirtan" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162398212268512413.post-3891795744112335712</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jan 2012 18:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-26T00:11:01.024+05:30</atom:updated><title>Undecided. as of now</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;look above, glittering stars,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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look sideways, dying stars,&lt;/div&gt;
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Joy, confidence, shining faces,&lt;/div&gt;
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Pain, tension, "R" thing embraces,&lt;/div&gt;
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Awesomeness was yesterday&lt;/div&gt;
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bleak are prospects of tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;
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well.... well.... well....&lt;/div&gt;
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why to feel today with sorrow?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162398212268512413-3891795744112335712?l=poetickirtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poetickirtan.blogspot.com/2012/01/undecided-as-of-now.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kirtan Ningwal)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162398212268512413.post-2524456868519468573</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Nov 2011 16:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-07T01:01:59.062+05:30</atom:updated><title>woh bhi koi din the, aur ek yeh din hai</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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Ghar ka aangan, Maa ke haatho ka khaana,&lt;/div&gt;
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gali me kanche, chhat par cricket,&lt;/div&gt;
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khel khel me gande ho ke aana,&lt;/div&gt;
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sun kar fatkaar, rone lag jaana.&lt;/div&gt;
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woh bhi koi din the, aur ek yeh din hai&lt;/div&gt;
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warden se darr darr kar rehna,&lt;/div&gt;
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dande ki taal par naachna,&lt;/div&gt;
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Saathi sehpathiyo ke saath khelna kudna&lt;/div&gt;
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jab din dhale to wohi mess ka ganda  khaana&lt;/div&gt;
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woh bhi koi din the, aur ek yeh din hai&lt;/div&gt;
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dosto ke saath masti maze karna,&lt;/div&gt;
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swantantra panchhi ki tarah udna,&lt;/div&gt;
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jeevan ke safar me, haar jeet ka rona gaana&lt;/div&gt;
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jab din dhale to, wohi mess ka ganda khaana&lt;/div&gt;
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woh bhi koi din the, aur ek yeh din hai&lt;/div&gt;
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anjaan sheher, anjaan gali,&lt;/div&gt;
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ajnabi log, ajnabi bhasha,&lt;/div&gt;
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yaha aakar hi hai humne jaana,&lt;/div&gt;
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purani jindagi hi thi acchi bhali.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162398212268512413-2524456868519468573?l=poetickirtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poetickirtan.blogspot.com/2011/11/woh-bhi-koi-din-aur-ek-yeh-din-hai.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kirtan Ningwal)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162398212268512413.post-5258786472232467149</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Aug 2011 18:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-30T23:41:20.088+05:30</atom:updated><title>random boredom</title><description>precious moment, precious time&lt;div&gt;shouldn't be wasted on rhyme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but only hell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lotta&lt;/span&gt; leisure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is property of mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no matter what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no matter where&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dun know why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boredom was there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the things I liked &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;things I enjoyed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sooner or later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was annoyed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162398212268512413-5258786472232467149?l=poetickirtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poetickirtan.blogspot.com/2011/08/random-boredom.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kirtan Ningwal)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162398212268512413.post-8009516667095056236</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Aug 2011 13:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-28T18:39:49.416+05:30</atom:updated><title>random</title><description>Khuli aankhe rakhke sona,&lt;div&gt;Chhoti Moti baaton par rona,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Umr ke maan se bade ho gaye hum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;par gaya nahi ab tak bachpana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Swapne lok me khoye rehna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sach me kuchh karne se darna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ab tak tha sab seekh lena &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shayad kismat me na tha seekhna &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Umr ke maan se bade ho gaye hum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;par gaya nahi ab tak bachpana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162398212268512413-8009516667095056236?l=poetickirtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poetickirtan.blogspot.com/2011/08/random.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kirtan Ningwal)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162398212268512413.post-383151807501647377</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Aug 2011 15:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-03T21:15:23.675+05:30</atom:updated><title>main aur duniya</title><description>&lt;div&gt;Karunga me wohi jo duniya ko bhaaye,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aisi karni laaye pachhtava,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;phir bhi karta hun mei wahi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kya pata apne mann ki hi sabko pasand aaye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kya pata duniya ki soch ko main bhaap naa paaya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;phir bhi naa jaane kyun yeh dil ghabraaye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162398212268512413-383151807501647377?l=poetickirtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poetickirtan.blogspot.com/2011/08/main-aur-duniya.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kirtan Ningwal)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162398212268512413.post-5637137432010955340</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Dec 2010 13:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-13T19:30:05.226+05:30</atom:updated><title>when things weren't going my way</title><description>कल था वोह पल&lt;br /&gt;दील में थी हलचल&lt;br /&gt;धीमे धीमे हौले हौले&lt;br /&gt;दील में थी धड़कन&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;भारतीय प्रबंध संसथान से&lt;br /&gt;जुड़ा है ऐसा बंधन&lt;br /&gt;कभी जिन्दगी है हसीन&lt;br /&gt;कभी मरते है हरदम&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;बड़ी बड़ी उपलब्धियों के&lt;br /&gt;देखे थे छोटे छोटे सपने&lt;br /&gt;समय की सवारी में&lt;br /&gt;स्वप्न सारे टूटने लगे अपने&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;सोचा था यही है मंजील&lt;br /&gt;सजायी थी हमने मेहफ़ील&lt;br /&gt;काश उस समय पता होता&lt;br /&gt;के जा राहे है हम कारगील&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162398212268512413-5637137432010955340?l=poetickirtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poetickirtan.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-things-werent-going-my-way.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kirtan Ningwal)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162398212268512413.post-8032094341878297206</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Oct 2010 22:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-28T03:48:39.709+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">placements</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">preparation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">interview</category><title>job interviews....</title><description>What is your goal&lt;br /&gt;be it long or short&lt;br /&gt;knowing it is very important&lt;br /&gt;to get on the board&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who are you&lt;br /&gt;what did you do&lt;br /&gt;be very clear about it&lt;br /&gt;to make yourself a fit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be global, have clarity&lt;br /&gt;as contradicting as it could be&lt;br /&gt;but to exact tough mountain&lt;br /&gt;this is how it should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As ugly as it is&lt;br /&gt;you must like it&lt;br /&gt;in this wild forest&lt;br /&gt;you gotta avoid a hit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162398212268512413-8032094341878297206?l=poetickirtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poetickirtan.blogspot.com/2010/10/job-interviews.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kirtan Ningwal)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162398212268512413.post-6186884918893024761</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Oct 2010 22:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-28T03:42:36.638+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">boredom</category><title>Random #2</title><description>Boredom strikes yet again,&lt;br /&gt;Going through is such a pain,&lt;br /&gt;what am I doing here&lt;br /&gt;can somebody explain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering and Wandering&lt;br /&gt;all that I am doing&lt;br /&gt;When will I recognize&lt;br /&gt;There's scope for improving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I think&lt;br /&gt;is there any link&lt;br /&gt;all this is waste&lt;br /&gt;ting tind tiding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No clue about how to end :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162398212268512413-6186884918893024761?l=poetickirtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poetickirtan.blogspot.com/2010/10/random-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kirtan Ningwal)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162398212268512413.post-7600811848886279209</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Oct 2010 08:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-01T14:15:23.151+05:30</atom:updated><title>Random............!</title><description>Vast nothingness all around&lt;br /&gt;                    slowly, slightly, disappearing...&lt;br /&gt;is it vanishing away&lt;br /&gt;                   or accumulating inside me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With passing time&lt;br /&gt;                  I see things all around&lt;br /&gt;but deep inside me&lt;br /&gt;                  nothingness is sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every second&lt;br /&gt;                 every moment&lt;br /&gt;I see change&lt;br /&gt;                 but not within me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162398212268512413-7600811848886279209?l=poetickirtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poetickirtan.blogspot.com/2010/10/random.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kirtan Ningwal)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162398212268512413.post-3868754192846163690</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Sep 2010 21:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-28T04:15:41.821+05:30</atom:updated><title>Too late</title><description>You can't change your fate&lt;br /&gt;it's a bit too late&lt;br /&gt;gone is gone now&lt;br /&gt;you have lost everything, you're great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the time that you wasted&lt;br /&gt;time to pay price for that&lt;br /&gt;what can you do now&lt;br /&gt;time's gone mate!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you should have thought&lt;br /&gt;when you invested time in chat&lt;br /&gt;if only you could have used constructively&lt;br /&gt;but no, you're great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opportunities were there&lt;br /&gt;open were some gates&lt;br /&gt;you had your chances&lt;br /&gt;but you were interested in useless games and chats!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you knew you had to put fight&lt;br /&gt;you're the one who took it lightly&lt;br /&gt;you should've burnt days and nights&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162398212268512413-3868754192846163690?l=poetickirtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poetickirtan.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-cant-change-your-fate-its-bit-too.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kirtan Ningwal)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162398212268512413.post-7384287525115241774</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2009 05:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-14T10:41:25.492+05:30</atom:updated><title>सहमा सहमा, डरा डरा</title><description>सहमा सहमा, डरा डरा &lt;br&gt;कंपकंपाते हुए &lt;br&gt;डगमग डगमग कदम बड़े&lt;br&gt;किसी अंजान मंजिल की और &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;हर राह दिखी खुबसूरत &lt;br&gt;हर दिशा मन् दौड़ चला&lt;br&gt;पहले कदम की थी ना हिम्मत&lt;br&gt;गधा, वही की वही रह गया&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;सोचा आएगा कोई मसीहा &lt;br&gt; सही दिशा, सही राह,&lt;br&gt;हिम्मत और चलने का साह&lt;br&gt;देखते हुए सपने, राह तकता रहा &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;देखके दुसरो की चाह &lt;br&gt;बस जलता रहा&lt;br&gt;पहला कदम रखने से पहले&lt;br&gt;राह से डरता रहा&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;सहमा सहमा डरा डरा&lt;br&gt;रोते हुए अपनी किस्मत पे&lt;br&gt;जिंदगी से मोहब्बत कर ना सका&lt;br&gt; जीते जीते ही जिन्दा लाश बन गया&lt;br&gt;-&lt;br&gt;किर्तन&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;हमेशा की तरह विषय से परे चल पड़ा :P &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162398212268512413-7384287525115241774?l=poetickirtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poetickirtan.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kirtan Ningwal)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162398212268512413.post-3850420902407871667</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Jul 2009 06:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-16T12:20:44.492+05:30</atom:updated><title>Struggle</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A drop of water&lt;br&gt;falling from open sky,&lt;br&gt;Are Gods crying&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hot stream can vaporize it,&lt;br&gt;    in midway, it may die&lt;br&gt;yet she is flying&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;facing strong winds&lt;br&gt;     constant deviation to its path&lt;br&gt; yet she is finding her way&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;heat took her away&lt;br&gt;      lost identity to clouds&lt;br&gt;yet she is fighting back&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;hurdles will always be there&lt;br&gt;       but the choice is yours&lt;br&gt;find your way or turn your back&lt;br&gt;     &lt;br&gt; -&lt;br&gt;Kirtan&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162398212268512413-3850420902407871667?l=poetickirtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poetickirtan.blogspot.com/2009/07/struggle.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kirtan Ningwal)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162398212268512413.post-6799730243289290266</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Apr 2009 11:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-29T21:45:28.335+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Morning</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><title>Morning</title><description>&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;A kiss of awakening sunlight&lt;br /&gt;A hiss about going to work&lt;br /&gt;day will be beautiful, mind insists&lt;br /&gt;sleepy feeling, persists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A face yawning, lazying&lt;br /&gt;A case in support of sleeping&lt;br /&gt;get up, let's begin the chase&lt;br /&gt;otherwise give up rat race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A doze (sleep), waiting at work&lt;br /&gt;A dose (work), waiting at desk&lt;br /&gt;browser tempting to browse&lt;br /&gt;oh crap.. just leave the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I again lost control on thought process and ended up writing this three stanza. Well, as far as second last line is concerned, I am talking about temptation to browse the internet before leaving for office.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162398212268512413-6799730243289290266?l=poetickirtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poetickirtan.blogspot.com/2009/04/morning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kirtan Ningwal)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162398212268512413.post-6389131988449845570</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Mar 2009 17:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-30T23:22:52.946+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Confused</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Unstable</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mind</category><title>Chronicles of an unstable mind</title><description>In the morning, &lt;br /&gt;Life is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late afternoon,&lt;br /&gt;Routine sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early Evening,&lt;br /&gt;no work please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late Evening,&lt;br /&gt;Where is she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early Night,&lt;br /&gt;Life is not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late Night,&lt;br /&gt;Life Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Day, Next Story!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning,&lt;br /&gt;Laziness rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late Afternoon,&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early Evening,&lt;br /&gt;Time for play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late Evening,&lt;br /&gt;Dinner is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early Night,&lt;br /&gt;What a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late Night,&lt;br /&gt;lets go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Day, Next Story!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning,&lt;br /&gt;I need a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late Afternoon,&lt;br /&gt;no work please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early Evening,&lt;br /&gt;I want a date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late Evening,&lt;br /&gt;Live me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early Night,&lt;br /&gt;I am confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late Night,&lt;br /&gt;I dun know nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself do not know what exactly I was thinking while penning down these lines. In the beginning I thought of putting some chronological chronicles of a truly unstable mind but than I let my unstable mind take over my earlier thought process :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162398212268512413-6389131988449845570?l=poetickirtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poetickirtan.blogspot.com/2009/03/chronicles-of-unstable-mind-in-morning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kirtan Ningwal)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162398212268512413.post-8493985124361663142</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2009 10:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-30T23:39:03.873+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Blind</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love.. an imagination</category><title>Blind Rhyme</title><description>A desire,&lt;br /&gt;igniting a fire,&lt;br /&gt;except everything else&lt;br /&gt;only she is there to admire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;She is gorgeous,&lt;br /&gt;she is awesome,&lt;br /&gt;she is best,&lt;br /&gt;She is angel.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else matters,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Am I blind,&lt;br /&gt;is she my world,&lt;br /&gt;how stupid-some,&lt;br /&gt;still Can't help,&lt;br /&gt;why nothing else matters?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162398212268512413-8493985124361663142?l=poetickirtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poetickirtan.blogspot.com/2009/03/blind-rhyme.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kirtan Ningwal)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162398212268512413.post-1562953913534108693</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Jan 2009 19:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-30T23:40:21.040+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lonely</category><title>Ek tanha panchi akela</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ek tanha panchi akela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;daal daal tehlata tehlata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hawa ke jhonko ke sang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ghumta firta chalta khelta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ek anjaan raah par&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;manzil ki talaash mein&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;ajnabi panchiyo ke beech&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;apne ghosle se pare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pankh hai to ud chala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;neend aayee to so gaya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kuchh na ho to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bas chal pada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;daal daal tehlata tehalata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;pata nahi kis disha me nikal pada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162398212268512413-1562953913534108693?l=poetickirtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poetickirtan.blogspot.com/2009/01/ek-tanha-panchi-akela.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kirtan Ningwal)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162398212268512413.post-7763354303465044851</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Dec 2008 12:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-30T23:42:02.507+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hindi</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><title>Har Ghadi, Har sama</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Har Waqt, Har sama,&lt;br /&gt;Sajaate hue Khwabo ka Ashiyaana,&lt;br /&gt;Woh Sapne Dekhta Chala,&lt;br /&gt;Woh Aage badta Chala.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dheere Dheere Ghar walo se dur,&lt;br /&gt;Dheere dheere apno se door,&lt;br /&gt;Aur fir ek waqt aaya,&lt;br /&gt;Chal pada woh sapno se door,&lt;/p&gt;Har ghadi, Har Lamha,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ek naya sapna,&lt;br /&gt;Chaha kisi aur ko banana apna,&lt;br /&gt;aur woh apno se dur chal pada&lt;/p&gt;Har Ghadi, Har Sama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saajate hue Khwabo ka Ashiyaana&lt;br /&gt;Woh nayee raah dhundhte raha&lt;br /&gt;aur Jingadi se dur chal pada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kirtan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;This was written in five minutes time.. A simple flow of idea without any cross thought... !!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;aur haan, meri hindi bahut acchi nahi hai.. agar kuchh galat shabd ka prayog kiya ho to krupaya mujhe bata dijiye.. Bahut bahut Dhanyawad!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162398212268512413-7763354303465044851?l=poetickirtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poetickirtan.blogspot.com/2008/12/har-ghadi-har-sama.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kirtan Ningwal)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162398212268512413.post-8684480380352569558</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Dec 2008 19:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-30T23:45:50.429+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dreams</category><title>untitled</title><description>Wanted to fly&lt;div&gt;Dreamt to conquer world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on other instant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thought of saving world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I m the best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dreamt to achieve everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Set highest goals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and visualised achieving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dead line, not in dictionary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Achievable&lt;/span&gt; , not concerned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I realised earlier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;am just another normal man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS :- goals should be realistic and time frame should be must!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162398212268512413-8684480380352569558?l=poetickirtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poetickirtan.blogspot.com/2008/12/untitled.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kirtan Ningwal)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162398212268512413.post-4944992892624267034</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Nov 2008 08:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T09:47:20.968+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">India</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mumbai</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Terror</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Politics</category><title>Untitled</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine evening,&lt;br /&gt;he was returning home,&lt;br /&gt;her, prepararing grand welcome,&lt;br /&gt;wasn't aware was gonna waste..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;casually enjoying ride,&lt;br /&gt;suddenly a blast,&lt;br /&gt;and he became her past;&lt;br /&gt;world looked at site aghast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her immeasurable loss,&lt;br /&gt;a little compensation,&lt;br /&gt;and fake words of assurance,&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, terror built a nest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Govt tried things,&lt;br /&gt;to let people grin,&lt;br /&gt;ground work wasn't sound&lt;br /&gt;vicious circle took over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inept politicians,&lt;br /&gt;cared for votes,&lt;br /&gt;wish they knew,&lt;br /&gt;votes are not greater than nation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brave security agencies,&lt;br /&gt;restored sense of security&lt;br /&gt;may India unite&lt;br /&gt;may politicians learn a lesson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162398212268512413-4944992892624267034?l=poetickirtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poetickirtan.blogspot.com/2008/11/untitled.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kirtan Ningwal)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162398212268512413.post-5947734494256807407</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2008 06:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-07T08:40:54.648+05:30</atom:updated><title>OpportunLoss</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once, twice, Thrice&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Again and Again&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Opportunities came my way&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But what was gain&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She told, She shouted&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dude, This is your chance&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but, poor me&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't know  how to dance&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;looks Like I lost opportunities&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;opportunities were there&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if only I was aware&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if Only I knew &lt;img style="margin: 0px 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle;" src="cid:33A@goomoji.gmail" goomoji="33A" width="16" height="12" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162398212268512413-5947734494256807407?l=poetickirtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poetickirtan.blogspot.com/2008/11/opportunloss.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kirtan Ningwal)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162398212268512413.post-3208116015331974916</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Oct 2008 18:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-30T23:45:08.118+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nostalgia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poetry</category><title>Nostalgia - 17 yr old existence</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Schooling over, time for new beginning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hundred people, thousand advices&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and that too cost free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thanks&lt;/span&gt; to my parents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;n support of my sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dared to dream big&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one year of '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;masti&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a bit of '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;padhayi&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a lot of movies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a lot of sports&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kaplesh&lt;/span&gt;, Ravi, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Saurabh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Nayan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Anand&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Shitesh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Vaibhav&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Raichand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Sasvat&lt;/span&gt;, the little adorable kid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;shailu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;bhaiyya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wow, those were the days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Midnight Cycling,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;early morning poha@Rajwada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;making chapati (eventually maps)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;n eating all burnt up '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;khichadi&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Memoirs keep bringing those little moments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;n a big smile of face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted to stay there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but we all had things to achieve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162398212268512413-3208116015331974916?l=poetickirtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poetickirtan.blogspot.com/2008/10/nostalgia-17-yr-old-existence.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kirtan Ningwal)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162398212268512413.post-6704488848553105947</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Oct 2008 17:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-30T23:44:56.552+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nostalgia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poetry</category><title>Nostalgia - 15 year old existence</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In outskirts of Indore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's a boarding school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;afraid of me becoming 'aawara"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my parents dumped me there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought they didn't like me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought they don't care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but that was turning point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;reason why i am here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Got Somewhat better schooling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;n plenty of friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;n a lovely atmosphere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;footie in field&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cricket in room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;chess with Anand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lux superhits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;forced wake-ups :-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and long long prayers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;running, exercise, yoga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and then school hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tandi Ji ki pukaar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Princi ki fatkaar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;man, those were the days :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;playing games in compu lab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;going to dhaba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;breaking rules&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;man, those were the days ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162398212268512413-6704488848553105947?l=poetickirtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poetickirtan.blogspot.com/2008/10/nostalgia-15-year-old-existence.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kirtan Ningwal)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162398212268512413.post-1880620266446860777</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Oct 2008 14:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-30T23:44:47.688+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nostalgia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poetry</category><title>Nostalgia - 10 yr old existence</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A town, somewhat populated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vehicles on the road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Smoke in the air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yet, blissful presence of trees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;n some greenery was there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Better school for children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hospital to take your care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And a life,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; slightly&lt;/span&gt; complicated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Play play play,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That was my way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life was good,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would have stayed there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If only I could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kirtan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We shifted from Kanwada to Jobat.. Kanwada is a little village and Jobat is a little town.. so the difference was there :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162398212268512413-1880620266446860777?l=poetickirtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poetickirtan.blogspot.com/2008/10/nostalgia-10-yr-old-existence.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kirtan Ningwal)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162398212268512413.post-3683463303700130319</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Oct 2008 09:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-30T23:44:39.150+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nostalgia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poetry</category><title>Nostalgia - five year old existence</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little village, small population,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful farms, pleasant atmosphere,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Evenings, gathering of friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playing at school ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Going on top of hills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playing in river&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blissful presence of trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And a life, free of complications&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Play, enjoy, come back, and eat food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those were the days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would have frozen time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If only I could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kirtan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Some words are here cause I saw them in one of my very good friends profile and I could relate those words to my nostalgia, Thanks to that friend for indirectly helping me :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little description of theme: I lived in a village in my childhood and here I tried to portray those lovely days in this lines, Those were the days, i wish i could go back into bachpan :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162398212268512413-3683463303700130319?l=poetickirtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poetickirtan.blogspot.com/2008/10/nostalgia-five-year-old-existence.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kirtan Ningwal)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162398212268512413.post-232511834407471626</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Sep 2008 10:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-05T15:19:36.477+05:30</atom:updated><title>Life (Chronology)</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One year old existence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything was new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Curiosity took over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Five year old existence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mind started roaming around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Naughtiness took over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ten year old existence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hanging out with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Exploration took over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fifteen year old existence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wanted to enter good institute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Preparation took over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Twenty two year old existence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trying to work seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now, uselessness took over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kirtan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162398212268512413-232511834407471626?l=poetickirtan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poetickirtan.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-chronology_29.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kirtan Ningwal)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>

