Aashyaien hai mann mai,
Umang bhi sang hai,
Raaste ki talaash har pal hai,
Aati hain rukawatien raaho mai baar-baar,
Par jo rukawaton se nahi darta wahi muqqadar ka sikandar hai.
This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 54 ; the fifty-fourth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton . It was the first downpour of the season, vanquishing the summer heat. Jia, with her earnest brown eyes, was watching outside through a window glass. She was mesmerized to spot a peacock dancing beautifully on the terrace of a distant building. She saw a crowd standing outside under the cafe roof, waiting for the rain to stop and so that they could continue to walk toward their respective destinations. Jia was a sensitive child and mature beyond an eight year old. There were two kinds of people she found standing under the roof. Some of them were silent and calm enjoying the pleasant rains, like her. Whereas, others were despite being strangers were friendly enough to start a conversation for a while. Jia could see them smiling, exchanging numbers. Maybe they ...
nice one...Make it larger :)
ReplyDeletevery true.... jo nahi darta wahi muqqadar ka sikandar hai......
ReplyDelete@ Girish
ReplyDeleteThanks ...ya sure I'll make it large if something comes in my mind :)
@ Irfan
ReplyDeleteThank You.
:)
Raaste ki talaash har pal hai,
ReplyDeletegood one
@ sm
ReplyDeleteThank You :)