My Friendship

Here's ''Do Duni Chaar Team '' Simran , Geeta and Monu Wishing Our Dear Mohini A Very Happy Birthday! Purity of hearts, Believe of trust... Made Us Together!                                                     Soothing presence,                             Missing an absence...                             Made Us Together! Whatever the reason, It's of pain or rejoice; We share whether our heart cry or smile, Feeling of oneness... Made Us Together!                            A friend we found in you,                            You filled us with fulfillme...

Today is a death ceremony of Bollywood's legend and a  great  music director R.D. Burman. I would like to share today something about this great musician who showed a bright way to the Bollywood's music industry. Rahul Dev Burman (R.D Burman) was born in Kolkata. According to some stories, he was nicknamed as Pancham because, as a child ,whenever he cried,it sounded in fifth note (Pa) of the Indian musical scale.The word Pancham means five in Bengali .When he was nine years old,he composed his first song, Aye meri topi palat ke aa.  The tune of the song Sar jo tera chakraaye was composed by him as a child.His father loved the tune and included it in the soundtrack of Guru Dutt's Pyaasa and later in 2004, the soundtrack for Pyaasa was given an award for '' The Best Music In Film''. R D Burman started his career as assistant to his father,  Sachin Dev Burman .  Burman's first released movie as a music director was  Mehmoo...

She was strong, thoughtful and independent lady. A professor of English. She was not an introvert but that compromise she did four years before ,her marriage lead her to be sequester rather to be open. She was not happy with the man she was engaged. In four years of their married life they never discoursed anything between like normal husband -wife ,never tried to know each other either. Both of them were financially independent. They were still stranger to each other.  One Sunday morning,when her husband was out for his customary jogging, there was a knock at the door. A letter with a label addressing her Smita. She thought it would be from institution and kept it on the table to read it after completing her household work but then the telephone bell rang up. Hello! Hi Smita ,I'm...  (from the other side) A well know voice ,she apprehends and utter surprisingly, '' Is it you Rahul?''  Wow! How are you? You know how much I missed you .. Galvan...

Eyes are the reflection of heart… But what should I do when no one can read the bursting pain within my eyes? Actions are the reflection of thoughts… But what should I do when no one understands the depth within my thoughts? Smile is a sign of unsaid words… But what should I do when no one recognize that false smile I wear all the day? To help the needy is equal to feeding the almighty… But what should I do when people stay away giving a name of privacy? Kindness is the beauty of heart… But what should I do when people name my kindness as dual persona? Living in solitary ends up with a feeling of lost… But what should I do when I have nothing except the loneliness ?

कविता कुंठा है , Poem is frustration संवेदना का अक्स है, A reflection of feelings सूखे रक्त की स्याही है, Ink of dried blood कविता उदगार है , Eruption of heart  जीवन की तस्वीर है , Image of life व्यक्ति की अभिव्यक्ति है , Person's expressions कविता जुनून है , Poetry is passion भावनाओं का कुंज, Feelings of the arbor  कवी की उपाधि है l  Is the title of poet मेरी प्यारी दादी जी द्वारा - स्वर्ण कौर  From my lovely Grand ma - Swarn Kaur 

Post Written for the Romantic Friday Writers Challenge- 27  It was about couple of days before they were together embracing each-other with belief .For when, they stayed together no matter what's the day and night. They were friends since their childhood. How does the time flied they never realized .At tender age, words never mean a lot to her but very soon she come to know, words are the reflection of heart and feelings so every word was encountered by her now even after knowing his humorous nature she couldn't tolerate his bantering because she started loving him and he accommodated a special place in her fragile heart. She thought to let this reality within her and to let him read her eyes flowing love with every glimpse. But a little misunderstanding that bubble love diffused. Those few words spoken in few seconds broke a relationship continuing since their childhood. There has been not a single day that they stayed away from...

ओ भविष्य  तेरे गर्भ में मनुष्य की नियत है  O  the future man in your womb is assigned  तुम्हारे अंधकूप में उसके पलों की विरासत है  The legacy of his moments  is your ambiguity हर्ष विषाद के अनिश्चित पल भी  Uncertain moments of great sadness सुख दुःख की सुबह और शाम भी  Sorrows and happiness of morning and evening  चढ़ते उतरते जीवन के  पड़ाव भी  Also the climb and descending stages of life और अचुड आशा का दीप भी  And the lamp of hope still gleams तुमसे अभिज्ञ उछाह से भरा जीवन सफ़र भी  From you the festivity full of perspicacious life ...a journey कब किस पल मन का क्या होगा उसकी अचेतना भी  What will happen when the moment when his subconscious mind will assault with uncertain हे अदृश्यमान अरुपित अविचल तुम मानव की स्वर्णिम अभिलाषा हो  O invisible faltering desire you are man's gold   अनंत सपनो की तुम प्रभूतमयी  तृषा हो Infinite dreams you are नव शेशव की तुम अभिनव...