छोटे से इस मकान से, घने भरे श्मशान से, हर कब्र को मैं गिन रहा मैं जुगनुओं को सुन रहा है रात का खौफ यूं, मैं मोम सा पिघल रहा पर अकेला चल रहा पर अकेला चल रहा कफ़न की भी क्या जाति है? कितने चले बाराती है? मासूम से क्या छीन रहा मैं साथ … Continue reading Poem 7 : पर अकेला चल रहा..
Author: Ganesh Mobu
Excerpt 5 : Maya Bay
"Are we going to Maya Bay now"? She asked the boatman. He shrugged, steering the long tail boat. She grunted and tied a black scarf around her low-rise yellow bikini. She was probably pissed off with the boatman but her reflective sunglasses hid her scowled eyes. She removed her sunglasses and kept it in her … Continue reading Excerpt 5 : Maya Bay
Book Review : Rich Dad, Poor Dad
Author : Robert T. Kiyosaki To be a millionaire or billionaire you don't necessarily need to have a degree. Hard work in your 9 to 5 job will never make you rich. Maybe one need to work hard, not in the job but in financial knowledge and investments. This book is about a person who … Continue reading Book Review : Rich Dad, Poor Dad
Poem 6 : Door behad door chalte he..
Nukkad me chai ki chhuski lete Tees saal ki chutti leke Chal Himalay se behte he Door behad door chalte he Sadkon pe bekhauf naachenge Aasmaani jharonkon se jhaakenge Chal aa baarish sa barsate he Door behad door chalte he Kabootar se chitti bhijwana he Khajaana gullak me chhipaana he Chal ghane jungle me bhatkate … Continue reading Poem 6 : Door behad door chalte he..
Poem 5 – Mere Jaane Ke Baad…
Mere Jaane Ke Baad... Tuti yaari ke fasaane na kehna Maayusi ke naye bahaane na karna Jhoothe kisi gam ki aaad me, Mere ghar ko naye mehkhaane na karna Mere Jaane Ke Baad... Nazron se labon tak ashkon ko na aane dena Shok me chehre ko murzaane dena Har roz phulon ki narmi mumkin nahi, … Continue reading Poem 5 – Mere Jaane Ke Baad…
Excerpt 4 : Evening Walk
When she asked if it would be possible for me to accompany her for an evening walk, I was confused. I read that translated message again on WeChat and rechecked it on Google Translate. I immediately texted her "Yes, what time?" She told me to meet her outside ICBC ATM at 5pm after her dinner. … Continue reading Excerpt 4 : Evening Walk
Poem 4 : and that’s my fame..
A beautiful frame of you and me with no name. Lets play a small game..you win or lose, no one to blame.. A dark night, candle & its flame..Fall on your face with no shame.. Draw an arrow with no aim..Because you are my gem & that's my fame..
