Poem 3 for #MayForMotherTongue

Yadon ki Barsaat Kuchh galiyaan yaad aathin nahin. Kuchh yaaden bhulaai nahin bhulteen.                                                                 Chod diya tha jisko Un haseen raahon pur Aaj bhi pahunch jaathein hain zahen ki fariyaadon mein. Hazaar koshishon Ke baavajooth tum zinda rahe mere dil ke tarannum mein. Kise yaad rakhoon, Kise bhulaaoon. Aye Parvardigaar, Ab thoo hi batha. For My Friends – a Close Translation of the Above Poem in English Rain of Memories Some lanes, try as I might I just don’t remember. Some thoughts, no matter how hard I attempt to forget, I still remember. That someone, who I left stranded on … Continue reading Poem 3 for #MayForMotherTongue

Whatever happened to the pen being mightier than the sword?

Remember the last time you wrote a letter? Remember the last time you received a hand written letter? Ages it seems, doesn’t it? Who has the time now-a-days to write with a pen? Leave alone lack of time, who takes the trouble to pen a few words on paper when the computer is always there? And if you are not the very writing kind then, the email or the SMS is always there to communicate and keep in touch!! Continue reading Whatever happened to the pen being mightier than the sword?