My Dream


Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

MY dream, a vagabond,
Hovering in endless woe;
Wings tattered like a cloth,
Searching for the color of joy.
My dream, a vagabond,
With a long to taste azure topazes in the sky.

-Tri N Tran

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MUJHE BHI KHABAR NAHI

कोई आहट होती है ना,

तो लगता है जैसे

KUCH LOG KEHTE HAI

कुछ कहते हैं मजबूर हैं हम

उस वक़्त

Foreseeable Truth

I live in most, if not all, children.

Many teenagers neglect me, and usually, all adults

such a wonderful collection

So pause lots,

function at a pace

that doesn’t pull you apart.

Hono

DESH TABHI BNTA HAI

अलग अलग गलियों कुचों में लोग कोन गिनत

pita ki ek umid

JAB AKELE HOTE

Jab akela hota hoon, rula jaati hain unki yaaedin.

Fir wohi beeti baatein yaad dila jaati

uchai ki taraf le jati hai

मेहनत सीढियों की तरह होती हैं,

“औ

Love Relations

Relationships are like lemons,

sour but sometimes sweet,

a kiss is like a cherry,

AAP KA INTZAAR

Ab humein neend nahi aati,

Bas ek dastoor hai jo nibhana padta hai,

Subah hone hi

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