tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-111842302011-12-30T02:18:38.385-08:00moronic verses !!Sarashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07118265710316783180noreply@blogger.comBlogger141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11184230.post-69467485348563955082009-05-29T04:39:00.000-07:002009-05-29T04:40:13.937-07:00I have to face it that I am not gifted. I love music, I love literature, and I can appreciate art but... <br />I feel like I have a lot to express but I am not gifted. It’s sad, really.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11184230-6946748534856395508?l=crazymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07118265710316783180noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11184230.post-26326936278712104612009-04-29T02:11:00.000-07:002010-08-31T11:46:24.326-07:00There's an old joke. Two elderly women are at a mountain resort, and one of them says, "Boy, the food at this place is really terrible." The other one says, "Yeah, I know, and such small portions." <br />Well, that's essentially how <span style="font-style:italic;">I</span> feel about life. Full of loneliness and misery and suffering and unhappiness, and it's all over much too quickly.<br /><br />~Annie Hall (1977)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11184230-2632693627871210461?l=crazymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07118265710316783180noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11184230.post-39994229487259514472007-12-31T13:25:00.000-08:002008-06-26T00:50:42.178-07:00Dil ki choton ne kabhi chain se rahne na diya<br />jab chali sard hawa maine tujhe yaad kiya<br /><br />iska rona nahin kyunn tumne kiya dil barbaad<br />iska ghum hai ke bahut der se barbaad kiya<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11184230-3999422948725951447?l=crazymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07118265710316783180noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11184230.post-1164663599243055202006-11-27T13:35:00.000-08:002008-06-26T00:50:01.239-07:00A must see.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">When I was your age they used to say you could become cops or criminals. What I'm saying to you is this: When you're facing a loaded gun, what's the difference? -- Frank Costello </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11184230-116466359924305520?l=crazymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07118265710316783180noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11184230.post-1160761509337742442006-10-13T10:32:00.000-07:002006-10-30T12:19:07.053-08:00<span style="font-style:italic;">Happy </span>Anniversary<br /><br />I Love You<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11184230-116076150933774244?l=crazymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07118265710316783180noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11184230.post-1146893751412386692006-05-05T22:31:00.000-07:002006-05-05T22:35:51.426-07:00Socha nahi tha taqdeer yahan layegi<br />Manzil pe aate hi jaan chali jayegi<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11184230-114689375141238669?l=crazymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07118265710316783180noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11184230.post-1141230085326133312006-03-01T08:19:00.000-08:002006-03-01T21:59:14.870-08:00It's been raining since you left me <br />Now I'm drowning in the flood <br />You see I've always been a fighter <br />But without you I give up <br /><br />Now I can't sing a love song <br />Like the way it's meant to be <br />Well, I guess I'm not that good anymore <br />But honey, that's just me <br /><br />And I will love you - Always <br />And I'll be there forever and a day - Always <br />I'll be there till the stars don't shine <br />Till the heavens burst and <br />The words don't rhyme <br />And I know when I die, you'll be on my mind <br />And I'll love you - Always<br /><br />~Always by Jon Bon Jovi<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11184230-114123008532613331?l=crazymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07118265710316783180noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11184230.post-1140467917106841112006-02-20T12:29:00.000-08:002006-02-20T12:38:37.126-08:00Yeh naa thi humaari kismat ke wisaal-e-yaar hota<br />Agar aur jeete rehte yahi intezaar hota<br /><br /> [ wisaal-e-yaar = meeting with lover ]<br /><br />Tere waade par jiye hum to ye jaan jhoot jaana<br />Ke Khushi se mar na jaate agar aitbaar hota<br /><br />Koi mere dil se pooche tere teer-e-neemkash ko<br />Ye Khalish kahaan se hoti jo jigar ke paar hota<br /><br /> [ teer-e-neemkash = half drawn arrow, Khalish = pain ]<br /><br />Huye mar ke ham jo ruswa, hue kyun na Gharq-e-dariya<br />Na kabhi janaaza uthata, na kahin mazaar hota<br /><br /> [ Gharq = drown/sink ]<br /><br />Kahoon kisse main ke kya hai, shab-e-Ghum buri bala hai<br />Mujhe kya bura tha marna ? <span style="font-weight:bold;">agar ek baar hota</span><br /><br /><br />~Ghalib<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11184230-114046791710684111?l=crazymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07118265710316783180noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11184230.post-1140217198176490012006-02-17T14:58:00.000-08:002006-02-17T14:59:58.186-08:00Mujhe Maut Ki God Mein Sone De<br />Teri Rooh Me Jism Dubone De<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11184230-114021719817649001?l=crazymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07118265710316783180noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11184230.post-1140166928482577662006-02-17T00:56:00.000-08:002006-02-20T12:40:05.950-08:00Ek Hi Khawab, Kai baar Dekha hai Maine,<br />Tune saree mein uras li hai,<br />Chabbiyan meri ghar ki.<br />Aur chali aayee hai, Bas Yunhi<br />Mera haath Pakad kar.<br />Ek Hi Khawab, Kai baar Dekha hai Maine,<br /><br />Mez par phool, sajate hue, Dekha hai kai baar,<br />Aur bistar se, Kayee baar jagaya tujhko<br />Chalte Phirte tere kadmon ki<br />Vo Aahat bhi suni hai.<br />Ek Hi Khawab, Kai baar Dekha hai Maine.<br /><br />Gungunate hue, nikli hai, Nahake jab bhi<br />Aur apne, bheege hue,<br />Baalon se tapakta Pani.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Mere chehre pe chitak deti hai</span>.<br />Ek Hi Khawab, Kai baar Dekha hai Maine<br /><br />Tash ke patto pe ladti hai, kabhi kabhi khel mein mujhse.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Aur kabhi ladti hai, aise ke bas khel rahi hai mujhse</span><br /><br />Aagosh mein nanhein ko liye<br />Ek Hi Khawab, Kai baar Dekha hai Maine.<br /><br />Aur janti ho ____, Jab tumhara Yeh khawab Dekha tha.<br />Apne bistar pe Main us waqt, Pada JAAG raha tha.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11184230-114016692848257766?l=crazymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07118265710316783180noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11184230.post-1139343556050131562006-02-07T12:16:00.000-08:002006-02-07T12:19:16.066-08:00How long how long will I slide<br />Separate my side I don’t<br />I don’t believe it’s bad<br />Slit my throat<br />It’s all I ever<br /><br />I heard your voice through a photograph<br />I thought it up it brought up the past<br />Once you know you can never go back<br />I’ve got to take it on the otherside<br /><br />Centuries are what it meant to me<br />A cemetery where I marry the sea<br />Stranger things could never change my mind<br />I’ve got to take it on the otherside<br />Take it on the otherside<br /><br />Pour my life into a paper cup<br />The ashtray’s full and I’m spillin’ my guts<br />She wants to know am I still a slut<br />I’ve got to take it on the otherside<br /><br />Scarlet starlet and she’s in my bed<br />A candidate for my soul mate bled<br />Push the trigger and pull the thread<br />I’ve got to take it on the otherside<br />Take it on the otherside<br /><br />Turn me on take me for a hard ride<br />Burn me out leave me on the otherside<br />I yell and tell it that<br />It’s not my friend<br />I tear it down I tear it down<br />And then it’s born again<br /><br />~Red Hot Chilli Peppers<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11184230-113934355605013156?l=crazymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07118265710316783180noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11184230.post-1138829887907334972006-02-01T13:34:00.000-08:002006-02-01T13:39:31.856-08:00Sapnay hain sooni aankhein<br />Jaane kyun kho gaye<br />Socha tha saahil pe milega<br />Thahra sa ek pal..<span style="font-weight:bold;">ek pal</span><br /><br />Chandi hai ye raatein<br />Phir bhi toote sitare<br />Dhoondhte hain ye zameen pe<br />Thahra sa ek pal..<span style="font-weight:bold;">ek pal</span><br /><br />Andheri daastan kho gaye kahan<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Hum to rah gaye..phir wahin</span><br /><br />Aati hai ik sada<br />Waadiyon se kahin<br />Ajnabi raahon pe milega <br />Thahra sa ek pal..<span style="font-weight:bold;">ek pal</span><br /><br />andheri daastan kho gaye kahan<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">hum to rah gaye..phir wahin</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11184230-113882988790733497?l=crazymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07118265710316783180noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11184230.post-1138656482609057762006-01-30T13:24:00.000-08:002006-01-30T13:30:00.690-08:00Maut tu ek kavita hai<br /><br />Mujhse ek kavita ka waada hai milegi mujhko<br />Doobti nabzon me jab dard ko neend aane lage<br />Zard sa chehra liye chand ufak tak pahunche<br />Din abhi paani me ho, raat kinare ke kareeb<br />Na andhera na ujala ho, na aadhi raat na din<br />Jism jab khatm ho aur rooh ko jab saans aaye<br />Mujhse ek kavita ka wada hai MILEGI MUJHKO<br /><br />~ From Anand (Movie)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11184230-113865648260905776?l=crazymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07118265710316783180noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11184230.post-1137170484016945172006-01-13T08:38:00.000-08:002006-01-13T08:41:24.016-08:00Us tanmayta me tumhare waksh me<br />Mooh chupa kar lajaate hue<br />Maine jo jo kaha tha<br />Pata nahi usme kuch arth tha bhi ya nahin<br /><br />Aam-manjariyon se bhari hui maang ke darp me<br />Maine samast jagat ko<br />Apni besudhi ke kashn me leen karne ka<br />Jo daava kiya tha<br />Pata nahi wah sach tha bhi ya nahi<br /><br />Jo kuch ab bhi is mann me kasakta hai<br />Is tan me kaanp kaanp jaata hai<br />Wah swapna tha ya yatharth<br />Ab mujhe yaad nahi<br /><br />Par itna jaroor janti hoon<br />Ki is aam ki daali ke neeche<br />Jahan khade hokar tumne mujhe bulaya tha<br />Ab bhi mujhe aakar badi shanti milti hai<br /><br />~Kanupriya Sangrah (Ansh-III)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11184230-113717048401694517?l=crazymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07118265710316783180noreply@blogger.com8