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JIVANN

Na sukh, na dukh,
Na mitr, na shatru,
Main keval chalaa karta hoon
Jivann ki raah par.

Na satya, na bhram,
Na janm, na moksh,
Main keval socha karta hoon
Jivann ki abhilasha par.

Na prem, na dwesh,
Na asha, na niraasha,
Main keval dekhaa karta hoon
Jivann ki  vibhinn roopon ko.
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Mystic ray said…
U r amazing......ur writings are amazing....sometimes life seems as u wrote in ur poetry......i think we all jst need to watch life play its game like a cricket match .........hahaha...:).....I love poetry so do urs....
July 10, 2011 at 11:41 AM
Fatima said…
lovely poem...
Great usage of words :)

Take Care.
July 10, 2011 at 1:34 PM
Priyadarshini Joyce said…
Um It's always pain to find out words to comment here :P cos you just dun always like to comment amazing out of the way b'ful :P

I need to have more adjectives in my vocabulary :P
u r just awesome :D
July 10, 2011 at 6:51 PM
Rià said…
Too good...lovely words only this time in Hindi!!
July 13, 2011 at 3:06 AM
Thousif Raza said…
its beautiful... but living like that is very difficult dont u think... true u wont be affected by anything... but i think a life lived with emotions that a like a ocean.. is much more satisfying... where u can sit back one day and remember the good bad and worse things in life.Personal opinion:)

The poem is beautiful... :)

take care and keep writing......
July 15, 2011 at 2:29 PM
chand said…
i'm speechless.how can a person b so versatile??hats off 2 u
July 16, 2011 at 3:24 PM
Anwesa said…
@Mystic Ray,

Thank you !
July 18, 2011 at 6:31 PM
Anwesa said…
@ Fatima,
Thanks :)
July 18, 2011 at 6:32 PM
Anwesa said…
@Lil' Priya,

Thank you sweetie :) And its my pleasure that you read my posts.
July 18, 2011 at 6:32 PM
Anwesa said…
@ Ria,

Thanks dear :)
July 18, 2011 at 6:33 PM
Anwesa said…
@ Thousif,

I get your point. But sometimes rare things do happen, don't they ? Sometimes you can be impassive , maybe for a few moments.

Thanks for dropping by :)
July 18, 2011 at 6:34 PM
Anwesa said…
@ chand,

Just like a one-line compliment being so lavish :D
July 18, 2011 at 6:35 PM
redemption ain't dat easy said…
mein zindagi ka sath nibhata chala gaya :P
July 18, 2011 at 10:16 PM
Anwesa said…
@redemption.... ,

har fikr ko dhhuen mein udaata chala gaya ...
July 19, 2011 at 12:01 AM
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