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जीवन में अंधेरा है अंधेरा घना हैपर अब अंधेरे से डर नहीं लगताकिशोरावस्था की आहट सेजीवन के अब अंतिम पड़ाव तकपहले भी अंधेरे से समागम हुआ थाकभी प्रकाश की चमक-दमकफिर लम्बे अंधकार का साम्राज्य एक नि:शेष जीवन बीता हैअंधेरों के बीच अंधेरे से जूझते हुएपर कभी हार नहीं मानी… हाँ क्षण भर के लिए थोड़ी निराशा और […]
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स्वभावत: प्रतिक्रियावादीतो मैं पहले भी बहुत कम थासमय और रिश्तों के अनुभवों नेतो जीवनदर्शन ही बदल डाला है अब जब कोई अनादर करता हैमैं प्रतिक्रिया देने से बचता हूँवाद-विवाद तो बिल्कुल ही नहींव्यक्ति से मात्र दूरी बना लेता हूँ बहस से कुछ हासिल नहीं होताअतिनाटकीयता सृजनात्मक नहींबिना दोष माफी मांगना हल नहींखुद को छोटा करने […]
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About the global order in the present agePolitics has become such a dirty gameAny thoughtful person of a good lineageAvoids interface with men of this genre. The resultant nemesis, the mankind suffersCommunist regimes with ruthless dictatorsAnd democratic ones with lacklustre rulersCountries rarely find a truly selfless leader. For the illustration’s sake… Look at the leader […]
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During an official tour overseasOf a group of the civil servantsFrom different streams and cadres,Following group dynamics for daysA distinguished member of the teamMade the following observationsAbout his belongings & attributes: Be it a traveler’s luggage gearOr his formal and casual attireA persona with a graceful glitterSynergized with his suave demeanourOf an assured man with […]

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​Where Adriatic stone runs quite deep and coldIn karst-locked rivers, pretty dark, silent and oldDeep in the dark, where silent waters crawlThe baffling olm abides within its limestone hall. Pale and unpigmented, like phantom lace arrayedA slender and subterranean proteus is portrayedCrimson plumes of lace adorn its sightless headAnd three-toed limbs through silent waters tread. […]

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​Where Adriatic stone runs quite deep and coldIn karst-locked rivers, pretty dark, silent and oldDeep in the dark, where silent waters crawlThe baffling olm abides within its limestone hall. Pale and unpigmented, like phantom lace arrayedA slender and subterranean proteus is portrayedCrimson plumes of lace adorn its sightless headAnd three-toed limbs through silent waters tread. […]

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