<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628104488576440520</id><updated>2011-07-31T12:44:00.436+05:30</updated><category term='scratches on my soul'/><category term='so(u)litude'/><category term='The poet within me.'/><title type='text'>Broken Wings</title><subtitle type='html'>Jab kashti sabit-o-salib thi, saahil ki tamanna kisko thi
Ab aisi shikashta kashti main saahil ki tamanna koun kare</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepenthakkar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628104488576440520/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepenthakkar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Deepen Thakkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06882755596243017444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQ4oH6x_dnE/SM1bzhc1mbI/AAAAAAAAACo/sROTtCbHBXA/S220/m125.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628104488576440520.post-6922151250461165505</id><published>2008-11-30T19:34:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-02T00:56:24.348+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mumbai Massacre.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Guardian/About/General/2008/11/27/1227777481167/Gallery-Mumbai-terror-att-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Some time words come with there own set of limitations.Sometimes the enormity of the situation is such that words fail to convey what they are primarily meant  for.The trauma that unfolded on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;mumbai on nov.26th can be easily classified one such event.The above images convey some of the tragedy that befell on mumbai on that unfateful night.But i am afraid this images will not be able to tell you the tribulations of a family that lost there loved one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;   I have lived in mumbai for whole of my life and have never felt like this before where disasters are like a daily recipe.On nov.27th the day after the siege started i was on my way to office and the air was filled with fear,panic and insecurity.I could spot only 4 people in the whole compartment of a suburban local train  and easily i could see a sense of  insecurity flashing from there faces ,which has never been the case before.I could see the citizens of this wonderful city walking with there heads held low only because of impotence &amp;amp; ineffeciencies  of our men in power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;  I know we will bounce back as always but at what costs.How many more sacrifices of innocent lives do we want to act ,to retaliate .I know we will all talk this things for some days,news channels will play some patriotic songs ,hold debates with our shameless politicians and again we will be dragged to the compulsions of life ,of going to work,of paying taxes ,of viewing serials,going to malls,wathcing matches,and again we will be put through the same ordeal ,the place might be differnt,the strategy might be different ,but the victims i fear will be the same innocent souls .&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/6628104488576440520-6922151250461165505?l=deepenthakkar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepenthakkar.blogspot.com/feeds/6922151250461165505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6628104488576440520&amp;postID=6922151250461165505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628104488576440520/posts/default/6922151250461165505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628104488576440520/posts/default/6922151250461165505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepenthakkar.blogspot.com/2008/11/mumbai-massacre.html' title='Mumbai Massacre.'/><author><name>Deepen Thakkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06882755596243017444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQ4oH6x_dnE/SM1bzhc1mbI/AAAAAAAAACo/sROTtCbHBXA/S220/m125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628104488576440520.post-224568526555019110</id><published>2008-09-24T00:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-24T00:13:40.770+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so(u)litude'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;I would rather live my life as if there is a God and die to find out there isn't, than live my life as if there isn't and die to find out there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Albert Camus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/6628104488576440520-224568526555019110?l=deepenthakkar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepenthakkar.blogspot.com/feeds/224568526555019110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6628104488576440520&amp;postID=224568526555019110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628104488576440520/posts/default/224568526555019110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628104488576440520/posts/default/224568526555019110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepenthakkar.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-would-rather-live-my-life-as-if-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Deepen Thakkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06882755596243017444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQ4oH6x_dnE/SM1bzhc1mbI/AAAAAAAAACo/sROTtCbHBXA/S220/m125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628104488576440520.post-9008189069502493428</id><published>2008-08-03T13:13:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-03T13:50:44.155+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scratches on my soul'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“Sometimes even to live is an act of courage.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Seneca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;And yet this courageous acts go unnoticed most of the times.Ask yourselves and tell how many times taking those breathes and just throwing them out has made you toil.If life hasn't made you go this ordeal than i think life hasn't chosen you worthy of revealing its utmost secrets.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I have been through this battles many a times and the foremost lesson i have learned is God tests only those who can be tested. All this trials,all this inflictions of life have made me sulk and sob,but also have convinced me of my strength,a strength to emerge out of all odds.Each infliction has been a testimony to my endurance,for me to be worthy of being a gold i had to trust the Goldsmith and his fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6628104488576440520-9008189069502493428?l=deepenthakkar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepenthakkar.blogspot.com/feeds/9008189069502493428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6628104488576440520&amp;postID=9008189069502493428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628104488576440520/posts/default/9008189069502493428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628104488576440520/posts/default/9008189069502493428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepenthakkar.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-epic-of-endurance.html' title=''/><author><name>Deepen Thakkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06882755596243017444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQ4oH6x_dnE/SM1bzhc1mbI/AAAAAAAAACo/sROTtCbHBXA/S220/m125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628104488576440520.post-4771011455320937104</id><published>2008-07-03T11:15:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-06T18:54:00.657+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The poet within me.'/><title type='text'>SOMETIMES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gQ4oH6x_dnE/SHDGsVTsdBI/AAAAAAAAACM/v4SdzCiUG7I/s1600-h/460243456_09a9c3a941_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gQ4oH6x_dnE/SHDGsVTsdBI/AAAAAAAAACM/v4SdzCiUG7I/s320/460243456_09a9c3a941_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219890433058698258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Sometimes i did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;just fear the stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;sometimes i wished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;i could run away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;sometimes evrerything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;got cruel and unkind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;sometimes i had to clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;the thoughts of my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;sometimes the darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;filled me with fright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;sometimes i'd to burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;to spread the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;sometimes i sculptured&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;the skeletons of my past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;sometimes i was well off &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;with those burials in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;sometimes the flames&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;flared like a raging fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;sometimes i knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;i was tested in a Goldsmith's yard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628104488576440520-4771011455320937104?l=deepenthakkar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepenthakkar.blogspot.com/feeds/4771011455320937104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6628104488576440520&amp;postID=4771011455320937104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628104488576440520/posts/default/4771011455320937104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628104488576440520/posts/default/4771011455320937104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepenthakkar.blogspot.com/2008/07/sometimes.html' title='SOMETIMES'/><author><name>Deepen Thakkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06882755596243017444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQ4oH6x_dnE/SM1bzhc1mbI/AAAAAAAAACo/sROTtCbHBXA/S220/m125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gQ4oH6x_dnE/SHDGsVTsdBI/AAAAAAAAACM/v4SdzCiUG7I/s72-c/460243456_09a9c3a941_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628104488576440520.post-8450067921647390666</id><published>2008-06-21T23:35:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-06T18:55:46.496+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so(u)litude'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gQ4oH6x_dnE/SHDHxY0kSfI/AAAAAAAAACU/tqYmGa7wFhQ/s1600-h/aquamermaid.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gQ4oH6x_dnE/SHDHxY0kSfI/AAAAAAAAACU/tqYmGa7wFhQ/s320/aquamermaid.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219891619412855282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Where are you, my beloved? Are you in that little&lt;br /&gt;Paradise, watering the flowers who look upon you&lt;br /&gt;As infants look upon the breast of their mothers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Or are you in your chamber where the shrine of&lt;br /&gt;Virtue has been placed in your honor, and upon&lt;br /&gt;Which you offer my heart and soul as sacrifice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Or amongst the books, seeking human knowledge,&lt;br /&gt;While you are replete with heavenly wisdom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Oh companion of my soul, where are you? Are you&lt;br /&gt;Praying in the temple? Or calling Nature in the&lt;br /&gt;Field, haven of your dreams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Are you in the huts of the poor, consoling the&lt;br /&gt;Broken-hearted with the sweetness of your soul, and&lt;br /&gt;Filling their hands with your bounty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; You are God's spirit everywhere;&lt;br /&gt;You are stronger than the ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Do you have memory of the day we met, when the      halo of&lt;br /&gt;You spirit surrounded us, and the Angels of Love&lt;br /&gt;Floated about, singing the praise of the soul's deed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Do you recollect our sitting in the shade of the&lt;br /&gt;Branches, sheltering ourselves from Humanity, as the ribs&lt;br /&gt;Protect the divine secret of the heart from injury?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;   Remember you the trails and forest we walked, with      hands&lt;br /&gt;Joined, and our heads leaning against each other,      as if&lt;br /&gt;We were hiding ourselves within ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;   Recall you the hour I bade you farewell,&lt;br /&gt;And the Maritime kiss you placed on my lips?&lt;br /&gt;That kiss taught me that joining of lips in Love&lt;br /&gt;Reveals heavenly secrets which the tongue cannot      utter!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;   That kiss was introduction to a great sigh,&lt;br /&gt;Like the Almighty's breath that turned earth into       man.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; That sigh led my way into the spiritual world,&lt;br /&gt;Announcing the glory of my soul; and there&lt;br /&gt;It shall perpetuate until again we meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;   I remember when you kissed me and kissed me,&lt;br /&gt;With tears coursing your cheeks, and you said,&lt;br /&gt;"Earthly bodies must often separate for earthly purpose,&lt;br /&gt;And must live apart impelled by worldly intent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;"But the spirit remains joined safely in the hands of&lt;br /&gt;Love, until death arrives and takes joined souls to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;   "Go, my beloved; Love has chosen you her delegate;&lt;br /&gt;Over her, for she is Beauty who offers to her follower&lt;br /&gt;The cup of the sweetness of life.&lt;br /&gt;As for my own empty arms, your love shall remain my&lt;br /&gt;Comforting groom; you memory, my Eternal wedding."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;   Where are you now, my other self? Are you awake in&lt;br /&gt;The silence of the night? Let the clean breeze convey&lt;br /&gt;To you my heart's every beat and affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;   Are you fondling my face in your memory? That image&lt;br /&gt;Is no longer my own, for Sorrow has dropped his&lt;br /&gt;Shadow on my happy countenance of the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;   Sobs have withered my eyes which reflected your beauty&lt;br /&gt;And dried my lips which you sweetened with kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Where are you, my beloved? Do you hear my weeping&lt;br /&gt;From beyond the ocean? Do you understand my need?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know the greatness of my patience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Is there any spirit in the air capable of conveying&lt;br /&gt;To you the breath of this dying youth? Is there any&lt;br /&gt;Secret communication between angels that will carry to&lt;br /&gt;You my complaint?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Where are you, my beautiful star? The obscurity of life&lt;br /&gt;Has cast me upon its bosom; sorrow has conquered me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Sail your smile into the air; it will reach and enliven me!&lt;br /&gt;Breathe your fragrance into the air; it will sustain me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;   Where are you, me beloved? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;   Oh, how great is Love!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;   And how little am I!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;from :a tear and a smile by K.Gibran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;where r u my beloved?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628104488576440520-8450067921647390666?l=deepenthakkar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepenthakkar.blogspot.com/feeds/8450067921647390666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6628104488576440520&amp;postID=8450067921647390666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628104488576440520/posts/default/8450067921647390666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628104488576440520/posts/default/8450067921647390666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepenthakkar.blogspot.com/2008/06/where-are-you-my-beloved-are-you-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Deepen Thakkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06882755596243017444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQ4oH6x_dnE/SM1bzhc1mbI/AAAAAAAAACo/sROTtCbHBXA/S220/m125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gQ4oH6x_dnE/SHDHxY0kSfI/AAAAAAAAACU/tqYmGa7wFhQ/s72-c/aquamermaid.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628104488576440520.post-3926114386645499323</id><published>2007-12-30T20:15:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-08T20:11:17.780+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scratches on my soul'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Kuch tabiyet hi aisi paayi&lt;br /&gt;Ke chain se jeene ki surat na hui&lt;br /&gt;Jisse chaha usse apna na sake&lt;br /&gt;Jo paas raha usse kabhi muhabbat na hui.&lt;br /&gt;-Nida  Fazli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       I always wonder whether our great Creator has a special liking for paradoxes,or maybe it  might be the best  source of entertainment for Him.Just as it is quoted,"If i could think at 20,and if i could act at 40", similarly life is always surrounded by many such ifs ,contradicting themselves &amp;amp; making a mockery of our our thoughts.Sometimes you have hunger and no food,sometimes you have the best food and no hunger,sometimes you are filled with love and nobody to express it over &amp;amp; sometimes though when you have someone to express to you are hardly left with any emotions,sometimes you have wants and no means to fulfill them,and sometimes it is the other way around.If you keep yourself aware of the proceedings going around your life,you will be able to see this dichotomies everywhere surrounding you.Right from when you are a kid you will be told to study hard  so that you will be in a better position,but your heart wants to play ,to explore the fields,the mountains,the rain drops,and when u grow older you are told to be close to nature to witness a sunset,to go to beach.All such things rejuvenate you from the stress and monotony of life.All of us witness that when there was hunger there was hardly any food and when there is food your hunger suddenly disappears.Same is with the sleep,with love,with friendship with everything that you don't get when you want the most and than when you have this wonderful things your mind is in search of some other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will like to end this piece with lyrics of another JS(jagjit singh) ghazal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahi aasuon ki hain dastaan&lt;br /&gt;kahi muskuraahaton ka bayaan&lt;br /&gt;kahi barkato ki hain baarishen&lt;br /&gt;kahi tishnagi behisaab hain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628104488576440520-3926114386645499323?l=deepenthakkar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepenthakkar.blogspot.com/feeds/3926114386645499323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6628104488576440520&amp;postID=3926114386645499323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628104488576440520/posts/default/3926114386645499323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628104488576440520/posts/default/3926114386645499323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepenthakkar.blogspot.com/2007/12/kuch-tabiyet-hi-aisi-paayi-ke-chain-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Deepen Thakkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06882755596243017444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQ4oH6x_dnE/SM1bzhc1mbI/AAAAAAAAACo/sROTtCbHBXA/S220/m125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628104488576440520.post-6985555181331756110</id><published>2007-08-04T19:32:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-06T18:36:39.557+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Duniya Na Registan Ma(Gujrati)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gQ4oH6x_dnE/SHDDTRjutPI/AAAAAAAAACE/L_lKQh543rE/s1600-h/394038395_da22aec528_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gQ4oH6x_dnE/SHDDTRjutPI/AAAAAAAAACE/L_lKQh543rE/s320/394038395_da22aec528_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219886704020600050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Duniya na registan ma hu khowayi gayo chu&lt;br /&gt;Milan naam na mrigjal thi have uqtaai gayo chu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaman ma pan have hu rahu chu chupaine&lt;br /&gt;Felavine suwas have karmai gayo chu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wafa takraar jafa ane pyaar&lt;br /&gt;kai ketlaye trajvaon ma tolai rahyo chu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smaran na sagar ma ek yaad rupi kashti samo&lt;br /&gt;Sahil par thi jonar ne have hu kya dekhai rahyo chu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taari paas eeni kami hoye to maru shu vaak&lt;br /&gt;Hu to aaje pan lagnion na badla ma vechai rahyu chu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nathi karto kismat ma yaqqen hu pan&lt;br /&gt;kismat na haathe j maat khai rahyo chu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628104488576440520-6985555181331756110?l=deepenthakkar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepenthakkar.blogspot.com/feeds/6985555181331756110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6628104488576440520&amp;postID=6985555181331756110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628104488576440520/posts/default/6985555181331756110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628104488576440520/posts/default/6985555181331756110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepenthakkar.blogspot.com/2007/08/duniya-na-registan-magujrati.html' title='Duniya Na Registan Ma(Gujrati)'/><author><name>Deepen Thakkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06882755596243017444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQ4oH6x_dnE/SM1bzhc1mbI/AAAAAAAAACo/sROTtCbHBXA/S220/m125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gQ4oH6x_dnE/SHDDTRjutPI/AAAAAAAAACE/L_lKQh543rE/s72-c/394038395_da22aec528_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628104488576440520.post-5140884161776390971</id><published>2007-08-04T19:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-04T19:32:11.841+05:30</updated><title type='text'>SOUL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I have been to life,I have been to death&lt;br /&gt;Still from both of those have no regrets&lt;br /&gt;I wanted a truimphant self&lt;br /&gt;I got a beleaguered soul&lt;br /&gt;I could manage to keep my face in veil&lt;br /&gt;But wounded conscience left unconsoled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628104488576440520-5140884161776390971?l=deepenthakkar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepenthakkar.blogspot.com/feeds/5140884161776390971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6628104488576440520&amp;postID=5140884161776390971' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628104488576440520/posts/default/5140884161776390971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628104488576440520/posts/default/5140884161776390971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepenthakkar.blogspot.com/2007/08/soul.html' title='SOUL'/><author><name>Deepen Thakkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06882755596243017444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQ4oH6x_dnE/SM1bzhc1mbI/AAAAAAAAACo/sROTtCbHBXA/S220/m125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628104488576440520.post-3962794213858280796</id><published>2007-07-06T01:10:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-06T01:10:47.019+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The poet within me.'/><title type='text'>Kya Meri asliyat kya meri pehchan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Kya Meri asliyat kya meri pehchan&lt;br /&gt;miti main mil jaubga hu miti se bana insaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khilona khwab ka liye firta hu&lt;br /&gt;jhujti hui haqeeqaton ke dauraan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uthkar sambhalta raha na jaane kaise&lt;br /&gt;anginat giravaton ke darmiyaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rah-e-wafa se kabhi jo ho guzar to dekhna&lt;br /&gt;hain ret par aaj bhi kuch kadmon ke nishaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raaste aksar dikhate hai unhe rasta&lt;br /&gt;saath na ho jinke hunsafar na karwaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daulat aur shohrat se kabhi na tola kijiye&lt;br /&gt;mere sher hi hain meri aakhri pehchhan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628104488576440520-3962794213858280796?l=deepenthakkar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepenthakkar.blogspot.com/feeds/3962794213858280796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6628104488576440520&amp;postID=3962794213858280796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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within me.'/><title type='text'>Chand umeedon ke hawale jab humne zindgai kar li</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Chand umeedon ke hawale jab humne zindgai kar li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Dafnaya un ummedon ko samje khudkhushi kar li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Andhere bhi rahe hain kucch talabgaar mere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Dilon ko jalakar jab humne roshni kar li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Muuh hum bhi fer chuke the ab duaaon se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Duriyaan unhon ne jab neki se kar li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Hain ishq takhallus bandgi ka suna tha 'Deep'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Humne bhi socha kucch der bandgi kar li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Majburiya zahir karna apni fitrat na thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;shayri ke bahane thodi aapbeeti kar li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628104488576440520-7592927271387720186?l=deepenthakkar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepenthakkar.blogspot.com/feeds/7592927271387720186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6628104488576440520&amp;postID=7592927271387720186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628104488576440520/posts/default/7592927271387720186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628104488576440520/posts/default/7592927271387720186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepenthakkar.blogspot.com/2007/07/chand-umeedon-ke-hawale-jab-humne.html' title='Chand umeedon ke hawale jab humne zindgai kar li'/><author><name>Deepen Thakkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06882755596243017444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQ4oH6x_dnE/SM1bzhc1mbI/AAAAAAAAACo/sROTtCbHBXA/S220/m125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628104488576440520.post-6293621312152434127</id><published>2007-07-01T20:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-10T11:41:17.080+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Nature is the best make up artist ,or else how would  devilish hearts have angelic faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628104488576440520-6293621312152434127?l=deepenthakkar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepenthakkar.blogspot.com/feeds/6293621312152434127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6628104488576440520&amp;postID=6293621312152434127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628104488576440520/posts/default/6293621312152434127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628104488576440520/posts/default/6293621312152434127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepenthakkar.blogspot.com/2007/07/nature-is-best-make-up-artist-or-else.html' title=''/><author><name>Deepen Thakkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06882755596243017444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQ4oH6x_dnE/SM1bzhc1mbI/AAAAAAAAACo/sROTtCbHBXA/S220/m125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628104488576440520.post-8898397094674983680</id><published>2007-07-01T00:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-01T00:51:29.929+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Jazba-E-Umid Se Mila Hain Dard Ka Fasana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;azba-E-Umid Se Mila Hain Dard Ka Fasana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Kis Umid Per Kayam Hain Ab Ye Zamana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Tark-E-wafa Koi Seekhey Bhi Toh Tumse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Mushkil Hain Itna Kya Wafayein Nibhana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lutf Se Pee Raha Tha Alam Khushiyo Ke Jaam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Humne Jab Chaha Peena To Tuta Har Paimana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hausla-E-Dil Se Hum Nigahein Mila Bhi Lete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Kya Khub Aata Tha Magar Unhe Nigaahein Churana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Fir Usi Rehguzar Per Laayi Hain Yaadein "deep"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Fir Tarsa Hain Kisike Liye Kisika Ashiyaana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628104488576440520-8898397094674983680?l=deepenthakkar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepenthakkar.blogspot.com/feeds/8898397094674983680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6628104488576440520&amp;postID=8898397094674983680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628104488576440520/posts/default/8898397094674983680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628104488576440520/posts/default/8898397094674983680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepenthakkar.blogspot.com/2007/06/j-azba-e-umid-se-mila-hain-dard-ka.html' title='Jazba-E-Umid Se Mila Hain Dard Ka Fasana'/><author><name>Deepen Thakkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06882755596243017444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQ4oH6x_dnE/SM1bzhc1mbI/AAAAAAAAACo/sROTtCbHBXA/S220/m125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628104488576440520.post-1501395634411496678</id><published>2007-06-22T12:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-22T12:43:48.554+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The poet within me.'/><title type='text'>Mere Dost</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Mere dost main woh nahi jo dikhta hu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Jaan bujkar maine ek libaas pehen rakha hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;jo muje tumhare sawalon se bachata hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;aur tumhe mere taghaful se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Mere dost jab tum guzrti hui hawa ki aur ishaara karte ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;mera dil to kisi samunder ki gehraiyon main khoya rehta hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;tumhare kehne par hi main apni gehraiyon se uthkar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;guzarti hui in hawaon ko mehsus kar leta hu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;kyunki main jaanta hu tum mere samunder ko samaj nahi paoge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Jab tumhara yaha kisi ujle din ki shuruat hoti hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;mere waha ek suni raat apna geet gungunati hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;tumahri nazro se main suraj ki kirno ko failta hua dekh leta hu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;jab ki tum taaron se pankh ladaati meri raat nahi dekh paate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Dost jab tum kisi jannat ki aur chal padte ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;main apne jahanum main simat jaata hu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;tunhare saath main kabhi jannat ko dekh leta hu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;par hamesha main tumhe apne jahanum se dur rakhta hu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;kyunki main jaanta hu yaha ki aag tumhari aankhein jala degi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;aur yaha ka dhuaa tumahra chehra pighla dega,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Jab tum has padte ho main bhi has leta hu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;tumahre khwabo ki duniya main sang tumhare ho leta hu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;meri jujlaati hui haqeeqat se tumhe bahut dur le jaata hu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;kyunki tum meri deewani duniya se waqef nahi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;aur muje tumhare jaha se nahi koi wasta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;fir bhi ae dost ,saath saath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;hum chal padte hain kisi anjaan safar per&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;thame dosti ka haath..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628104488576440520-1501395634411496678?l=deepenthakkar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepenthakkar.blogspot.com/feeds/1501395634411496678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6628104488576440520&amp;postID=1501395634411496678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628104488576440520/posts/default/1501395634411496678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628104488576440520/posts/default/1501395634411496678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepenthakkar.blogspot.com/2007/06/mere-dost.html' title='Mere Dost'/><author><name>Deepen Thakkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06882755596243017444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQ4oH6x_dnE/SM1bzhc1mbI/AAAAAAAAACo/sROTtCbHBXA/S220/m125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628104488576440520.post-1604912623104287837</id><published>2007-06-20T23:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-01T00:24:55.643+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scratches on my soul'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;"I am trying my best.Life doesn't sing always.We have to be patient with silences of Life."-K.Gibran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;           Again the report came.It is as usual a saddening one.From last six months  my life has been swinging like pendulum to and fro ,without any direction,just like it has been for past several years.Still the world around me goes on as usual,the sun rises everyday,everyday my parents so beautifully juggle around there proffessional,social and religious chores,my brother keeps himself busy with his projects,friends and phonecalls,as usual night comes,shares  some of my loneliness with her and passes by.Friendship this days isnt like it used to be in the past,it has become much sophisticated and comes with a 'do not disturb' discretionary tag .So at the end i am left with me and my solitude.&lt;br /&gt;         I only have the darkness of night which keeps staring at me from the corners of my room,as i reveal my despair to the night the darkness plucks the tears from my eyes which i keep hiding from this world.Ain't the dewdrops on the flowers in the early morning the same pearls that night delivers from the ocean of my eyes to the daylight.The sighs on my lips that that the gentle breeze kisses in the silence of the night ,somewhere get dissolved in the hustle and bustle of the city in the day.Does eyes reveal what the heart tries to hide?I have noticed the pain,the suffering,the agony in many a eyes,but i am still ignorant of the fact does my eyes announce to the world  the fact that i consciously try to conceal.It is like a burden which i know can not be parted from my fate which i have to keep carrying all along with me but  a voice besides  me keeps urging to me that i won't be able to drag it all alone, i will have to trust someone and share my distress.The voice that keeps hitting my deaf ears time and again.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628104488576440520-1604912623104287837?l=deepenthakkar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepenthakkar.blogspot.com/feeds/1604912623104287837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6628104488576440520&amp;postID=1604912623104287837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628104488576440520/posts/default/1604912623104287837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628104488576440520/posts/default/1604912623104287837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepenthakkar.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-trying-my-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Deepen Thakkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06882755596243017444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQ4oH6x_dnE/SM1bzhc1mbI/AAAAAAAAACo/sROTtCbHBXA/S220/m125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628104488576440520.post-2276920477419046667</id><published>2007-06-20T23:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-22T12:45:54.065+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Life is a pleasnt surprise of  brutal shocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628104488576440520-2276920477419046667?l=deepenthakkar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepenthakkar.blogspot.com/feeds/2276920477419046667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6628104488576440520&amp;postID=2276920477419046667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628104488576440520/posts/default/2276920477419046667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628104488576440520/posts/default/2276920477419046667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepenthakkar.blogspot.com/2007/06/nature-is-best-make-up-artist-of-all-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Deepen Thakkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06882755596243017444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQ4oH6x_dnE/SM1bzhc1mbI/AAAAAAAAACo/sROTtCbHBXA/S220/m125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628104488576440520.post-8576906833313426382</id><published>2007-06-17T20:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-01T00:32:30.398+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scratches on my soul'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Youth ,for most of us is a celebration of life , a spring time where life is at its best of colours.A passage of time which the traveller of life cherishes and remembers throughout his journey.But  as it  usually happens,if there is light  on one side of earth there ought to be darkness on the other.For some unprivileged mortals like me youth has never been so benevolent.The time when the world around me was floating in heavens i was busy dragging myself on the ground..The race of life is always cherishing for those flying souls .When i look back, i still am confused to what went wrong so rapidly that still the shattered pieces of my life are  in a disarray.&lt;br /&gt;The horizons of dreams,the birds of hope are all so fragile against the forces of nature.Destiny suddenly  tooks a face of  a raging tempest and uprooted all of my strengths,shook all of my beliefs &amp;amp; robed me of all my pleasures.And still the darkness prevails clouting the shadows of my existence. I am trying to find some light though i know as always light will blind my eyes.The utter darkness that surrounds oneself ,brings with itself a hope ,a hope of a flame burning in distance,light that will scatter the dark clouds and illuminate our souls,just like a mirage that quenches a thirst of a wanderer in scorching desert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628104488576440520-8576906833313426382?l=deepenthakkar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepenthakkar.blogspot.com/feeds/8576906833313426382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6628104488576440520&amp;postID=8576906833313426382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628104488576440520/posts/default/8576906833313426382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628104488576440520/posts/default/8576906833313426382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepenthakkar.blogspot.com/2007/06/youth-for-most-of-us-is-celebration-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Deepen Thakkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06882755596243017444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQ4oH6x_dnE/SM1bzhc1mbI/AAAAAAAAACo/sROTtCbHBXA/S220/m125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628104488576440520.post-785445943772871673</id><published>2007-06-13T12:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-01T00:36:05.550+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The poet within me.'/><title type='text'>Saahilon per bhi kabhi dubne ke armaan nikle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;   Saahilon per bhi kabhi dubne ke armaan nikle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Yaadon ki kashti se jab sehme se tufan nikle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Hausle bhi the bulund yaqeen kuchh iradon per bhi tha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Unhi galiyon mein ab na fir kisi ki jaan nikle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Mehak rahi thi raahein aaj fir usi khushbu se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Sametkar wo apni zulfon main na jaane kitne gulistan nikle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Iizhaar apne pyar ka hum bhi yeh kisse kar baithe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Phool se hoth hi aksar jazbaaton se bezubaan nikle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Kuch sabak apni zindagi se bhi liya karo "deep"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input name="POST_TOKEN" value="776815A1C99B8F2C2D521F7E99C31795" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="signature" value="aXvngb5owz0CSlINYDQPCm69Puw=" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="commId" value="11829" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="topicId" value="2535891026842957563" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="messageId" value="2537013041905762876" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Jise tum samajte the manzil wo bas chhote se mukaam nikle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628104488576440520-785445943772871673?l=deepenthakkar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQ4oH6x_dnE/SM1bzhc1mbI/AAAAAAAAACo/sROTtCbHBXA/S220/m125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628104488576440520.post-5509316262467185785</id><published>2007-06-06T23:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-01T00:35:43.853+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The poet within me.'/><title type='text'>Jazba-E-Umid Se Mila Hain Dard Ka Fasana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Jazba-E-Umid Se Mila Hain Dard Ka Fasana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Kis Umid Per Kayam Hain Ab Ye Zamana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Tark-E-wafa Koi Seekhey Bhi Toh Tumse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Mushkil Hain Itna Kya Wafayein Nibhana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Lutf Se Pee Raha Tha Alam Khushiyo Ke Jaam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Humne Jab Chaha Peena To Tuta Har Paimana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Hausla-E-Dil Se Hum Nigahein Mila Bhi Lete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Kya Khub Aata Tha Magar Unhe Nigaahein Churana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Fir Usi Rehguzar Per Laayi Hain Yaadein "deep"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Fir Tarsa Hain Kisike Liye Kisika Ashiyaana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628104488576440520-5509316262467185785?l=deepenthakkar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepenthakkar.blogspot.com/feeds/5509316262467185785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQ4oH6x_dnE/SM1bzhc1mbI/AAAAAAAAACo/sROTtCbHBXA/S220/m125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628104488576440520.post-5922519748864875487</id><published>2007-06-03T21:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-01T00:41:14.656+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The poet within me.'/><title type='text'>Wo Haq Is Tarah Muj Par Jatata Raha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;o haq apna is tarah muj par jatata raha&lt;br /&gt;bankar ek khwab muje satataa raha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saari qayanat main ek cheez toh maangi thi&lt;br /&gt;tu wo bhi dene se ghabrata raha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dekha hai humne apnio duaon ka asar&lt;br /&gt;fir kuch maangne se isliye katrata raha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mere hisse ke phool tere daman main rakhkar&lt;br /&gt;ghar apna kaaton se sajata raha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kuch khat apne bhi naam likh rakho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;qaasid ghar tumhare khaali haath aata raha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thi tujhe kis roshni ki talash "deep"&lt;br /&gt;kyu andheron main tu khud ko jalata raha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628104488576440520-5922519748864875487?l=deepenthakkar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepenthakkar.blogspot.com/feeds/5922519748864875487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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