Tuesday, February 28, 2023
Monday, February 27, 2023
Thought to remember...:)
‘व्यक्ति का संघर्ष भी युग के संघर्ष का एक पक्ष होता है’ -
(vyakti ka sangharsh bhi yug ka ek paksh hota hai)
the struggle of an individual , of a person , is the aspect too, or the side of an era, an age ..
so humbling, yet so subtly correct .. our struggles are an aspect of the struggle of the times we live in or exist .. when an era suffers, we discover our own suffering too, related to the times .. when there is war , or a pandemic our struggle reflects the times or .. vice versa 😊 ..
- Thank you sir!
Respect!
Sunday, February 26, 2023
Describing Sunil - An Ode to - Kabhi Haan kabhi na!
My humble attempt to to describe Sunil....
a free spirited, silly teenager
who is one of shah Rukh's favourite character....:)
I am not a genius,
or born with a silver spoon,
but I am a musician
and that should be enough...
I am not always right...
but I confess when
I am wrong...
that is to tell you,
I am genuine at heart...
I may not be always honest,
but I save the day,
and call myself street smart
I am not scared,
for I have music,
to transform...and
bring out the best
in an underworld don...
I love you, and
shall bring entire
garden to you,
every time you laugh....
You are the most
precious girl,
I would climb
the mountains for!
I have come so close to
marrying you, but
you are in love with
someone else...
I wish for your love to succeed\
as you are now,
someone else's better half...
I see a falling star..
while siting outside the church at night,
and hope for myself a love that would
love me back...:)
- Nirzara Verulkar.
Beginning of a new era.
A phenomenon called Shah Rukh Khan :)
'Tujh main rab Dikhta hain'
should sum it all! :D
'Tour Guide in Amsterdam' :)
Woman in his whiskey (part 2)
Saturday, February 25, 2023
Friday, February 24, 2023
Woman in His whiskey!
Thursday, February 23, 2023
Yeh Tera Ghar Yeh Mera - Deepti Naval - Farooque Sheikh - Saath Saath - ...
An Ode to - Saath Saath - Tumko Dekha To Ye Khayal Aya..
I have born with the riches...
lived in the clouds..
wearing silk sarees around my fancy house,
socialites and high profiles...
though my feet searching for the ground...
I long for the scent,
when a raindrop touches
parched earth,
and the soil becomes
scented clay....
promising a blossom,
of champa, bouganvalle and marigolds
I step out of my fancy car...
and I see you...
with your cotton shirt,
holding your sociology notes...
your hands so rugged,
your eyes at unease,
leading a demonstration,
orating young minds....
You look at me...
like a snob drunk with
inheritance,
I shall convince
you that I am yours
and ready step down
my princess crown...
I am basking
in your conviction,
that's hell bent on
changing the world,
from a class divide,
corruption to idealism.
You are no Angry young man,
no Mahatma, just a young blood
driven with an idea
of independence...
You are busy saving our free nation,
Though I have found my wings with you,
my champa, mogra and marigolds in
my tiny balcony.....
resting my peaceful head in your lap....
on a Sunday afternoon..
I am happy, satisfied....that a mango tree shadow
is just across our tiny house..
and on an unfortunate day you meet
my rich father, who offer you some
cheques...and humiliates you for
your cotton shirt.....
You are feeling inadequate and
you change your cotton shirt,
your new car suffocates me,
and you buy a house
again in the clouds.
Your satis shirt makes your body scratch,
and you forget to bow to your school teacher..
you are too busy earning money...
and I am waiting for my lover,
like a piece of fancy furniture..
in a corner...
Your means are wrong,
although you are rich,
I have been robbed of my ideals
and my corrupt lover is the thief..
I'd rather be a single mother
although I am terrified as if
a woman with a child stuck in the
middle of the ocean.
I thought you gave me this earth,
but you are nothing more than a storm
that has drenched my existence,
and your shady means left me with shivers..
I am leaving with a suitcase,
packed with my cotton suits..
you hold me back...saying
I shall take you to the soil
to our small house...
You were no angry young man,
no mahatma,
just a young man searching for truth....
who I loved
and you are wearing your old cotton shirt....
- Nirzara Verulkar
Wednesday, February 22, 2023
Main Har Ek Pal Ka Shair Hoon
An Ode to - Kabhi Kabhi - Pyar Kar liya toh kya
Tuesday, February 21, 2023
:)
The Poet - An ode to Kabhi Kabhi!
Working is my....duty...
Make me work...but do not want to pay...
working is my duty....you should better know yours...
If not......lol.....I shall work....
Monday, February 20, 2023
ahem.....;p
O ji...we are looking for absolute mediocrity for our 'office'
cause brilliance threatens our positions...;p
honey be a little less honest...will you...;p
Lines by Mr. Harivanshrai Bachan! - I had illustrated
Cause if something is not going according to your will,
then its going as per GOD'S will, and the supreme power
can NEVER think ill about you!
lol