<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" 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>Fri, 01 Nov 2024 08:45:46 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>life</category><category>love.. an imagination</category><category>nostalgia</category><category>lukhkha</category><category>poetry</category><category>orkuddiction</category><category>boredom</category><category>Blind</category><category>Confused</category><category>Friendship</category><category>India</category><category>Mind</category><category>Morning</category><category>Mumbai</category><category>Politics</category><category>Terror</category><category>Unstable</category><category>classes</category><category>dreams</category><category>farewell 2007</category><category>hindi</category><category>interview</category><category>lonely</category><category>placements</category><category>preparation</category><category>self</category><category>semester</category><category>way of life</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)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162398212268512413.post-5604765456432349555</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Oct 2022 18:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2022-10-08T00:20:05.305+05:30</atom:updated><title>Bachpan ke kaagaj ki kashti</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Bachpan ke kaagaj ki kashti&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ab chalegi tel ki nadiyo me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;gale to theek&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;doobe to theek&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;jale to theek...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pachpan ke savere ki sair&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ab hogi dhundhli galiyo me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;dikhe to theek&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;gire to theek&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;mare to theek&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Samunder Kinaare beach pe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;banaya kachre ka dher&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Unchi vaadiyo ki bulandi ko&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;humne diya hai chhed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Neele sunhare Ambar pe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chhode hai dhue ke baadal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dharti ki sunhari parat pe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;bichhaya hai concrete ka jungle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Sambhal jaa ae zaalim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ab hoga dangal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sambhal jaa ae zaalim&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ab ho raha hai dangal&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://poetickirtan.blogspot.com/2022/10/bachpan-ke-kaagaj-ki-kashti.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (kirtan)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162398212268512413.post-419252334697408312</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Mar 2020 19:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2020-03-29T00:39:33.027+05:30</atom:updated><title>lockdown</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Har muskhil se lada hain Insaan&lt;br /&gt;
Yeh daur bhi gujar jaayega&lt;br /&gt;
Rakh hausla buland&lt;br /&gt;
Yeh sankat bhi tal jaayega&lt;br /&gt;
Chand mahino ki hai taqleef&lt;br /&gt;
Is raat ke baad savera aayega&lt;br /&gt;
Is raat ke baad savera aayega&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://poetickirtan.blogspot.com/2020/03/lockdown.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (kirtan)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162398212268512413.post-44497452774639581</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Oct 2013 17:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-10-30T22:38:49.008+05:30</atom:updated><title>Random lines #</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
सोचा था &amp;nbsp;बूरे वक़्त के सायें को पैरों तले रौंद कर आगे बढ़ जाऊँगा&lt;br /&gt;
उस वक़्त क्या पता था कि अँधेरी रात इंतज़ार कर रही थी&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://poetickirtan.blogspot.com/2013/10/random-lines.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (kirtan)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162398212268512413.post-6201912234098926785</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Aug 2013 17:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-08-16T23:23:53.586+05:30</atom:updated><title>Dark dense clouds</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Dark dense clouds&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Preparing to cry&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Pain, agony, wrath&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Decades long aftermath&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQFSh5hufssEUNMDMa2C8_Pd0nYpfudgHc3q3rGho9cs2JOG3IT_xofpBWqDLeVjnCwd7WXE1UhyphenhyphenvFmab5ur9KzvH_e55c-Tt0zy-xBHpGBQlHnkBfyDDpjJDHKjVrV2KuZPWZAxelm55c/s1600/20130810_191641.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;112&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQFSh5hufssEUNMDMa2C8_Pd0nYpfudgHc3q3rGho9cs2JOG3IT_xofpBWqDLeVjnCwd7WXE1UhyphenhyphenvFmab5ur9KzvH_e55c-Tt0zy-xBHpGBQlHnkBfyDDpjJDHKjVrV2KuZPWZAxelm55c/s200/20130810_191641.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Dark clouds all around&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Wind brings them together&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Wind blows them apart&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Patient, tolerating dark long night&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
A little spark, induction of fight&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSQsKKm4U6NX96aw4TYf6xSDfQTS_LGfqG5vU2UXummyNwyF5oYBwYNjd7uESSSi4ZGLXhD2KfmLZydAq-byht8MyR8Px_Isp2Z3oOs4rJCIWlIXU8zIUO9EPU_4sfH-LFBhEipvcgkww7/s1600/20130810_192256.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;112&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSQsKKm4U6NX96aw4TYf6xSDfQTS_LGfqG5vU2UXummyNwyF5oYBwYNjd7uESSSi4ZGLXhD2KfmLZydAq-byht8MyR8Px_Isp2Z3oOs4rJCIWlIXU8zIUO9EPU_4sfH-LFBhEipvcgkww7/s200/20130810_192256.jpg&quot; title=&quot;Flight experience - Dark dense clouds all around&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Life-saver for some&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Catastrophic blow for others&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Pray for end of this mayhem&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
or face some more shame&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://poetickirtan.blogspot.com/2013/08/dark-dense-clouds.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (kirtan)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQFSh5hufssEUNMDMa2C8_Pd0nYpfudgHc3q3rGho9cs2JOG3IT_xofpBWqDLeVjnCwd7WXE1UhyphenhyphenvFmab5ur9KzvH_e55c-Tt0zy-xBHpGBQlHnkBfyDDpjJDHKjVrV2KuZPWZAxelm55c/s72-c/20130810_191641.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162398212268512413.post-8572851205441867749</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Jul 2013 12:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-07-27T00:25:17.014+05:30</atom:updated><title>times</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Devil&#39;s smile, free of cost,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;Bad times, a solid affinity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;A moment of happiness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;A conquered war or a serendipity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://poetickirtan.blogspot.com/2013/07/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (kirtan)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162398212268512413.post-5654522197209264583</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Mar 2013 06:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-07-27T19:16:55.997+05:30</atom:updated><title>I am all dark</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;table cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;float: right; text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiblrilAD7GBftyESW5D1NRyH2Y58SA0FB2N5I64QM5IxcVVxaFYDo-hd-XKNA4sBDT5AbSqj-K-Ozvm_TDvj2_odqfWCp7Vj8nEohbjxLS-ZbxzKfwlgeuurAa8Kg_5cnDZvLlODsAm6Qk/s1600/hal.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiblrilAD7GBftyESW5D1NRyH2Y58SA0FB2N5I64QM5IxcVVxaFYDo-hd-XKNA4sBDT5AbSqj-K-Ozvm_TDvj2_odqfWCp7Vj8nEohbjxLS-ZbxzKfwlgeuurAa8Kg_5cnDZvLlODsAm6Qk/s200/hal.jpg&quot; width=&quot;150&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Morning sun-shine follows my path,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In afternoon, I face sun&#39;s wrath,&lt;br /&gt;
Some evenings, I see sun set,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Nights I generally leave to fate&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I work in field, raising food,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Any given month, I stand tall&lt;br /&gt;
My field&#39;s children, let other&#39;s survive&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yet, I am all dark&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My life is all dark&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://poetickirtan.blogspot.com/2013/03/i-am-all-dark.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (kirtan)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiblrilAD7GBftyESW5D1NRyH2Y58SA0FB2N5I64QM5IxcVVxaFYDo-hd-XKNA4sBDT5AbSqj-K-Ozvm_TDvj2_odqfWCp7Vj8nEohbjxLS-ZbxzKfwlgeuurAa8Kg_5cnDZvLlODsAm6Qk/s72-c/hal.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162398212268512413.post-5377942826133256026</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Oct 2012 04:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-10-07T10:47:54.879+05:30</atom:updated><title>Mumbai Crowd</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
I wake up early,&lt;br /&gt;
Get ready quickly,&lt;br /&gt;
I rush for work,&lt;br /&gt;
I run towards local trains,&lt;br /&gt;
At times, fighting Mumbai rains,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I prefer hanging on gate,&lt;br /&gt;
I am stuck in passage,&lt;br /&gt;
or I sit back and enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;
I am pushed/pulled by strangers,&lt;br /&gt;
I face many dangers,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am worried about my belongings,&lt;br /&gt;
I am listening to songs,&lt;br /&gt;
I am reading newspaper,&lt;br /&gt;
I am cursing someone,&lt;br /&gt;
or I am having plain fun,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I use commuting time for Sleep,&lt;br /&gt;
At times, I end up thinking deep,&lt;br /&gt;
As train reaches station,&lt;br /&gt;
I start finding my way,&lt;br /&gt;
Similar story every day,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I get disgusted often,&lt;br /&gt;
I hate myself,&lt;br /&gt;
For I am the victim,&lt;br /&gt;
For I am the crowd,&lt;br /&gt;
For I am the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;ps- Yesterday, I was watching &quot;Jab We Met&quot;. There was one dialogue stating we hate crowd while being part of crowd - Idea borrowed from movie :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://poetickirtan.blogspot.com/2012/10/mumbai-crowd.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (kirtan)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162398212268512413.post-5830753289872244142</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Jun 2012 06:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-06-16T12:04:26.282+05:30</atom:updated><title>Zindagi</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Zindagi bahut chhoti hai kaake&lt;br /&gt;
Jee le har pal, jee lagaake&lt;br /&gt;
Rone se kya milega&lt;br /&gt;
Laga lo thode thhahaake&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tolne me har pal&lt;br /&gt;
Aaj ban jaayega kal&lt;br /&gt;
Kaun safal, kaun vifal&lt;br /&gt;
Mrityu to hai atal&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sun mann ki muraad&lt;br /&gt;
Baaki sab uske baad&lt;br /&gt;
Jab tak hai jaan&lt;br /&gt;
Chakh le jahaan ka swaad&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Kaun kya kahe&lt;br /&gt;
Usse tujhko kya&lt;br /&gt;
Ateet ke saaye se bach&lt;br /&gt;
Har pal hai nayaa&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Jindagi bahut chhoti hai kaake&lt;br /&gt;
Jee le har pal, jee lagaake&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poetickirtan.blogspot.com/2012/06/zindagi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (kirtan)</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=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Ghar ka aangan, Maa ke haatho ka khaana,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
gali me kanche, chhat par cricket,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
khel khel me gande ho ke aana,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
sun kar fatkaar, rone lag jaana.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
woh bhi koi din the, aur ek yeh din hai&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
warden se darr darr kar rehna,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
dande ki taal par naachna,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Saathi sehpathiyo ke saath khelna kudna&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
jab din dhale to wohi mess ka ganda  khaana&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
woh bhi koi din the, aur ek yeh din hai&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
dosto ke saath masti maze karna,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
swantantra panchhi ki tarah udna,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
jeevan ke safar me, haar jeet ka rona gaana&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
jab din dhale to, wohi mess ka ganda khaana&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
woh bhi koi din the, aur ek yeh din hai&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
anjaan sheher, anjaan gali,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
ajnabi log, ajnabi bhasha,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
yaha aakar hi hai humne jaana,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
purani jindagi hi thi acchi bhali.&lt;/div&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)</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&#39;t be wasted on rhyme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but only hell &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&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;</description><link>http://poetickirtan.blogspot.com/2011/08/random-boredom.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (kirtan)</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;</description><link>http://poetickirtan.blogspot.com/2011/08/random.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (kirtan)</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;</description><link>http://poetickirtan.blogspot.com/2011/08/main-aur-duniya.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (kirtan)</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&#39;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</description><link>http://poetickirtan.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-things-werent-going-my-way.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (kirtan)</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#">interview</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">placements</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">preparation</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</description><link>http://poetickirtan.blogspot.com/2010/10/job-interviews.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (kirtan)</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&#39;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 :|</description><link>http://poetickirtan.blogspot.com/2010/10/random-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (kirtan)</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</description><link>http://poetickirtan.blogspot.com/2010/10/random.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (kirtan)</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&#39;t change your fate&lt;br /&gt;it&#39;s a bit too late&lt;br /&gt;gone is gone now&lt;br /&gt;you have lost everything, you&#39;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&#39;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&#39;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&#39;re the one who took it lightly&lt;br /&gt;you should&#39;ve burnt days and nights</description><link>http://poetickirtan.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-cant-change-your-fate-its-bit-too.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (kirtan)</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; </description><link>http://poetickirtan.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (kirtan)</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=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&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; </description><link>http://poetickirtan.blogspot.com/2009/07/struggle.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (kirtan)</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#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Morning</category><title>Morning</title><description>&lt;p style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot;&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&#39;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.</description><link>http://poetickirtan.blogspot.com/2009/04/morning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (kirtan)</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#">Mind</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Unstable</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 :)</description><link>http://poetickirtan.blogspot.com/2009/03/chronicles-of-unstable-mind-in-morning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (kirtan)</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&#39;t help,&lt;br /&gt;why nothing else matters?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poetickirtan.blogspot.com/2009/03/blind-rhyme.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (kirtan)</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=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51);&quot;&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=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ek anjaan raah par&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;manzil ki talaash mein&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;ajnabi panchiyo ke beech&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&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=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;daal daal tehlata tehalata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;pata nahi kis disha me nikal pada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poetickirtan.blogspot.com/2009/01/ek-tanha-panchi-akela.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (kirtan)</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;</description><link>http://poetickirtan.blogspot.com/2008/12/har-ghadi-har-sama.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (kirtan)</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>2012-10-07T10:07:18.843+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dreams</category><title>Dreams and goals</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Wanted to fly&lt;br /&gt;
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Dreamt to conquer world&lt;/div&gt;
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on other instant&lt;/div&gt;
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thought of saving world&lt;/div&gt;
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I thought I m the best&lt;/div&gt;
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Dreamt to achieve everything&lt;/div&gt;
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Set highest goals&lt;/div&gt;
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and visualised achieving&lt;/div&gt;
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Dead line, not in dictionary&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;Achievable&lt;/span&gt; , not concerned&lt;/div&gt;
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I wish I realised earlier&lt;/div&gt;
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am just another normal man&lt;/div&gt;
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PS :- goals should be realistic and time frame should be must!!&lt;/div&gt;
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