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Decide where you want to reach and then you will be able to choose your path well and enjoy it thoroughly. You will know which opportunities are enriching for you and could make the best out of them. Of course, little digressions on the way are always welcome to make the journey even more interesting. But the bottom line is, KNOW WHERE YOU ARE HEADING TO!
But then you meet people of all sorts on this journey. And the dangerous species, or rather let’s call them influential species, are those with no destination at all! Now attention, there are two sub categories under this: the loafers or the wanderers are the first sub category. Simply put, they are lost! There is no purpose, not even a short term goal of pleasure in what they do. They do things just because they are told to so or because someone else is also doing it.
And the second sub category is the:
Behti hava sa tha woh…
Udti patang sa tha woh..
Humko toh raahein thi chalati, wo khud apni rah banata
Girta, sambhalta, masti se chalta tha wo!
It’s the kind who change, or at least change your perception. Is it possible to travel just for the fun of it? Without worrying about what lies in front of you? About the time and efforts it’s going to take? Why not? It’s the time and effort put in for the destination called life- the MAJOR one! Who cares if did not achieve the pointless milestones that don’t even matter once they are achieved?
But then again, don’t these little milestones make the whole called life? Isn’t it great to do things with some beautiful dreams on your mind one after the other? Of course, it restricts your path to a certain things but there is a lot of joy in this kind of discipline too.
Finally, to each his own. Personally speaking, I belong to the “know your destination” category. But it should be fun sometime to cross the threshold and go over to the other side 

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  1. wow.. its amazing..!! what inspired u?? who rather??

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  2. totally like it and agree with what you say here I would like to cross the threshold at least once..

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कविता

कविता लिखना किसी इंसान के बस की बात नहीं है
कविता ख़ुद ही अपने आप को लिखती है
इक ज़रिया है बस हम तो
कविता ख़ुद ही ख़ुद को आईना में दिखती है

यह ख़ुद अपनी ज़ुबां चुनती है
लफ्ज़ अपने ख़ुद ही ढूँढ़ती है
कोशिश कर लेना तुम कभी
झूठ लिखते ही ये टूटती है

देर रात यह सपने में आती
मन के दरवाज़े पर दस्तक देती
लिफ़ाफ़े में बंद चिट्ठी में
अपने आप को तुम्हें दे जाती
लिखावट काग़ज़ पर तुम्हारी है बेशक़
पर कलम में सियाही तो वो ही भर जाती

कभी यूँ ही शाम को मिलने आती
खिड़की के पास बैठ चाय की चुस्कियाँ लगाती
रोम रोम में इक महक सी भर जाती है
दिल की धड़कनें कानों तक गूँज जाती है
बाहर की खिड़की खोलते खोलते
यह रूह के दरवाज़े खोल जाती है

एक बार कविता हर किसी को छूने आती है
जब टुटा हो दिल प्यार में, तो यह कुछ ज़्यादा जी लुभाती है
जब हाथ बढ़ाए तुम्हारी ओर, झट से थाम लेना, साहीर
यह बार बार गले नहीं लगती है।

Take pleasure

Perfection is an obsession
Give yourelf some concession
Its perfectly alright to not know it all
Where's thé pleasure of getting up unless you fall?

There is, and will always bé compétition wherever you see
Thankfully, participation is not mandatory even with no entrance fée
Pick and choose your battles and fight them with all might
And keep fighting until you get it right
Do not confuse à momentary setback with an ultimate defeat
À strategic recul is sometimes necessary to achieve thé final feat.

Sing in thé shower and dance in thé bedroom
Thé best moments are those that never make it to facebook
Learn à new art just for thé heck of it
And i ll leave thé poem unrhymed just because i feel like it.

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In the corner of a room Clustered only with a
rusty stove And an old bed, A tattered book he read to his sister Trying to put her to bed.
The day had been long He had to cook with Baba And clean and dust, The woman of the house Had lads she could trust
At night Baba watched over the neighborhood And him, over their humble abode For his earnest parents This was his gentle ode
Finally came home Mommy Who was playing nanny To another little angel Whose parents took turns too Earning their hefty packages