Experience the Ecstasy

An attempted collection of some verses penned down by me in ink or voltages. Whatever be the form, choice of words or context; these have acted as the belvedere to vent out my thoughts and emotions.

Also visit: My Urdu poetry http://humarikalamse.blogspot.com/
and My Views at Whimsical Discourse (http://khushi.wordpress.com/)

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"With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion"

Monday, January 30, 2006

The Difference

Now that I wake up, my mornings are not the same
I try to imagine, my visions are not the same
I recharge my brain, my thoughts are not the same
I freshen up my mind, my memories are not the same
I close my eyes, my dreams are not the same
I know why !!
You are the DIFFERENCE


Blogger gaurav garib said...

i can feel da difference
bcoz i m nomoreme,every morning i wake up ,
jst to salute da virtuso of poetry,
n cant cant salute u bcoz m nomore me,my soul denied to me to b wat iwas ,when i cried tears dabbled my face with....
guess wat..??.
it was KHUSHI

Thursday, July 13, 2006 4:46:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

i revisit your blog, your blogs are not the same....

great one again..


Saturday, January 06, 2007 11:15:00 AM  

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