Iss din ka mann nahin karta

Ki woh jage, angdayi le

Ki woh aankhein khole

Aur saapnon se dhoond ko neechode

Ki abhi naiya ne raat ke sagar ko par karna hai

Usmein behti gutthiyon ko suljana hai

In gutthiyon ka jawab bas kuch meel door sagar ki tat par hai

Iss din ka mann nahin karta

Ki woh aankhein khole

Ki gutthiyon ka jawab ab bas mutti bar door hai.

Christmas time! Home Decor

Really enjoyed doing up home for Christmas again. Its such a must to bring on the seasons flavours. Mom started with cake baking and then we did up the house together. From putting up the Christmas tree to mom's innovative crib making styles, they'll all a part of treasured growing up memories for me.

1. The Christmas Tree

2. The room from behind the veiled curtains

3. The tree to the right corner of the room and the crib to the left

4.The crib

5. The angel over the crib

6. The king who lost his balance :)

7. Red lamps and wine and fairy lights

8. Sequenced velvet red cushions to go with white laced sofa covers

9. Stockings, snowflakes and fog curtains

10. Santa sits alongside the bible on our red Christmas tree skirt

11. Santa sits thinking on the tree. He's joined by one of the camels of the three kings

12. Red christmas ornaments and paper cut flakes swing above the head.

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We are Birds of the Boundless Sky

This would be one of my favourite poems. Used to recite it pretty innocently while at school. Here's a translation of the same off a website:

We are Birds of the Boundless Sky- ShivMangal Singh Suman

We are birds of the boundless sky

Caged, we cannot sing.

Battered against these golden bars

Break, shall the delicate wing.

We who drink of free flowing waters,

Shall die of hunger and thirst.

Far better is the bitter berry

Than grain in a golden cup.

Within these yellow prison bars

We forget our speed, our flight

And visit only in lucid dreams

Our open swings within trees.

Such were our desires and more to soar

Beyond the boundaries blue

To devour the scarlet rays with beaks

And stars like grains, chew.

To blend with the horizon seamless

These wings shall thrash and throe,

To be one with that same horizon

Or only to be no more.

Pay no heed to the tree-bough

Destroy and wreck my shelter

but if these wings I am to have,

Do not distress these frantic flights.

Qissa Ek Raat Ka

Raat khamosh kade intzaar kare mera, ki mai kuch kahoon,

Ke wada tha oon se ki aaj guphtagu hogi.

Kuch raaz honge, kuch sikayatein hongi, kuch izhar hoga.

Par na jaane kyun, aaj zubaan khushk si hai.

Din masroof tha.

Uske raftar mein mehfil nahin jami.

Ke woh kabhi sawaloon pe utthe jawab, toh kabhi jawabon pe utthe sawaalon ki pemaish kar sake.

Lehaza, kuch der, kisson ko dibbe mein baand kiya gaya.

Kisse barte gaye, dhakkan kasakta gaya.

Aur phir,

Raat aata hai.

Sabr ka chadar bechata hai, sukoon ka wada karta hai.

Par na jaane kyun, ab zubaan khushk si hai.

The Perfume

Wisps of winter in the air,

An ever so slight fog hangs here and there.

Orbs of yellow streetlights look so much warmer,

The smell of a burnt off cracker around the corner.

There's the sweet whiff of the Gulachin flowers.

Memories of gift boxes arriving home, shining like stars.

Of holidays when children played around without a care.

Of love that hung gingerly in the seasonal air.

And so like an alluring perfume you could never perfectly define,

Are sweet October memories of mine.

- By the Witch