वक़्त थम सा जब जाता है बदलता हुआ यह मौसम भी कुछ कह नहीं पाता है मन भटकते हुए पूछता है. बस अब आगे क्या ? हर कोशिश पर नाकामी की एक छाप लग जाती है हर उम्मीद ना-उम्मीद मे बदल जाती है दिल भी करहाता है . अब आगे क्या ? आते आते मुस्कराहट होंटो का एक कोना छु जाती है गुदगुदी भी चीख चीख के चिल्लाती है क्या हुआ है तुझे - अब आगे क्या ? अब आगे क्या ? अब आगे क्या ? सवाल कम उलझन ज्यादा लगने लगती है मां के कोख से शुरू हुई यह कहानी बेहद सी दास्ताँ लगने लगती है आज मे जीना भी एक कला है हर एक है इस कला का कलाकार बस कुरेद रही हूँ खुद को आज फिर उसकी ही चाह मे !!!!
Came across this absurd board at the Luton Mall. Ignore what’s written below on the board(barring the Red line). Will only make you sad.. :-) But seriously think about it.. What would you do if you really are invited for “Lunch with God” What would be your first thoughts ?? Would you ponder over what the menu would be like or would you just jump like a child for an opportunity to take his autograph or photograph Would you thank him for your existence on this earth or curse him for sending you to Mrityulok. Would you narrate the best possible stories that have happened to you till now or the worst experiences Would you care if it’s a he or she or what he/she is wearing ? A white n white from Bruce Almighty or a shiny blue sari from Jai Santoshi Maa Would you try and talk about only you or a bit of world peace & poor people as well Would you make him listen to your wishes or bother to listen to his as well ...