Colonel Walter E. Kurtz: Are you an assassin? Captain Benjamin L. Willard: I'm a soldier. Colonel Walter E. Kurtz: You're neither. You're an errand boy, sent by grocery clerks, to collect a bill. (Francis Ford Copolla's Apocalypse Now)
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Khul kabhi tho …
Khul kabhi tho, khul kabhi kaheen Main aasmaan, tu meri zameen Lab tere yoon khule jaise harf the Honth par yoon ghule jaise barf the Tu hi tu hai, main kaheen nahi.. Jhuk ke jab jhumka main choom raha tha Der tak gulmohar jhoom raha tha Jal ke main sochta tha Gulmohar ki…
Tu jaane na…
Milke bhi hum na mile tum se na jaane kyun Meelon ke hai faasle Tum se na jaane kyun Anjaane hai silsile Tum se na jaane kyun Sapne hai Palkon tale tum se na jaane kyun... Kaise batayein kyun thujhko... (Lyrics by Irshad Kamil from the aptly named film: Ajab Prem Ki Ghazab Kahani)
Khamakha nahi
Halki halki aahen bharna takiye mein sar de ke dheeme dheeme sargoshi mein baatein karna pagalpan hai aise tumpe marna ubla ubla kyun lagta hai ye badan, ye jalan to khamakha nahi ye khalish jo hai, wo khamakha nahi haan tapish to hai, par khamakha nahi.. Khamakha nahi... (From the song Khamakha…
There is a solitude of space
"There is a solitude of space A solitude of sea A solitude of death, but these Society shall be Compared with that profounder site That polar privacy A soul admitted to itself- Finite infinity." - Emily Dickinson (1830-86) BIANCHI, MARTHA DICKINSON, 1866-1943, & DICKINSON, EMILY, 1830-1886. (1914). The Single Hound: Poems of a Lifetime.…
Sheeshe ka khilauna tha…
Hum kyon! shikhwaa kare jhootha kya hua jo dil toota Hum kyon! shikhwaa kare jhootha kya hua jo dil toota sheeshe ka khilauna tha kuchh naa kuchh to honaa tha, hua Yeh kya hua, kaise hua, kab hua kyon hua, jab hua, tab hua oh chodo, yeh na socho hmmm!! yeh kya hua Humne jo…
Dunkirk…
More non-committal a metaphor the greater is its aesthetic appeal.
Mosaics abound…
Through the windowpane he spots this fragile yet lively streak of light bouncing off the roughest of surfaces to create a chromatic aberration of sorts, but his persistently deluding mind would like to think it is a rainbow. A rainbow that stokes nostalgia, “Aha! Why don’t we take a shot of that?” and “Capture it…
Safar ka hi tha main safar ka raha…
Ab na mujhko yaad beeta Main toh lamhon mein jeeta Chala ja raha hoon Main kahaan pe ja raha hoon… Kahaan hoon? Iss yaqeen se main yahan hoon Ki zamana yeh bhala hai Aur jo raah mein mila hai Thodi door jo chala hai Woh bhi aadmi bhala tha Pata tha… Zara bas khafa tha…