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चिराग लेके मैंने ढूँढा ,  चौखट चौबारा! निगोड़ी रात में फिर  अपने हाथ पे लिखा नाम तुम्हारा!! जब तुम जाते हो ,  कुछ रोज के लिए   बाहर , तुम्हारे पीछे पीछे  ये मन भी हो जाता है बंजारा! अकेली रातो में फिर,  अपने हाथ पे नाम लिखती हूँ तुम्हारा!! सुध बुध खो कर,   बैठती हूँ उस कोने में, चाय की प्याली के संग,   तुम्हारी यादें बनती है मेरा   सहारा! तनहा   रातो में फिर,   अपने हाथ पे नाम लिखती हूँ तुम्हारा!! चिराग लेके ढूँढती हूँ,  चौखट चौबारा! निगोड़ी रात में फिर, अपने हाथ पे नाम लिखती हूँ तुम्हारा!! ~सरू सिंघल~

Last week I completed a year in Blogosphere. Though it’s a great feeling but I would love to be a newbie again, it was so much fun. Now I am old, a year old here. Expectations have increased manifolds, there is less scope for mistakes and no pampering.  Last year was one of the best in my life -   I was interviewed ,   given awards ,   won a contest ,   called for a discussion on a TV Channel ,   Editors featured my posts .   It was a learning experience for me, I evolved with every writing. I didn’t take the criticism to my heart or the appreciation to my head. I imbibed everything in my art and tried to become a better author. I took this journey with a mission to reach out to my audience and touch their hearts with creativity. I’m glad with the response I received from all of you. It has been a humbling experience. Thank you for being a part of my life! I aspire to take my work to the next level in the coming year, starting with  ...

Alissa Milford stepped in the living room to arrange some fresh flowers in the vase; though nobody was visiting her but she liked everything in a particular fashion. She lived alone and managed her life really well; she kept herself occupied with work, reading and gardening. Intrigued by a single lady living alone in a big house, her elderly neighbour started observing her. As Alissa sat down on the steps of her house on a sultry summer day, Mr Caffery moved away from the window so she couldn’t spot him. As an old man who was new to this neighbourhood, he was certainly looking for excitement but not trouble. He opened the bottle of Merlot and poured himself some wine. Unaware of her neighbour’s curiosity, Alissa spent the entire evening sitting outside. Mr Caffery secretly observed her. For Mr Caffery, she was a little strange, her movements properly scheduled and her life unbelievingly systematic. But she was also someone who occupied this retired man’s life in this new neighbo...

The April sun was shining harshly and the mercury was breaking all previous records. In the sunlit garden, with even the birds resting under the shades of leaves, they walked hand in hand. The roundness of her baby face was highlighted by a hint of pink to her cheeks. Both were unaware what ‘moving’ meant; they thought he is going to London and will come back after the vacation. After an hour, when they finally waved hands with a smile, a budding love story was dashed with the craze to settle abroad. Tans from that April day faded easily but the memories were preserved in the corner of their growing hearts. Life moved on, even her family to a bigger city with more pollution and less time. With a faint memory of a childhood friend, Anjali grew up as a Lecturer in a College in Mumbai. She was happy, she was good at what she does and for the rest, she never cared. One Saturday afternoon when she opened her Facebook account, she received a friend request from a long lost fr...

Drove seventy miles, On a sultry summer day, Crushing all the fallen trees. I'm driving against every tiny breeze... Neither a quarter, Nor a full value of dollar. I'm priceless, you dare think me seize. I'm driving against every tiny breeze... Ain't a season without me, Of flowers if you speak; I multiply the value of all by many degrees. I'm driving against every tiny breeze... All yearn to adorn me, when I'm eighteen. Foregone I am, I cease to be a queen. Stronger I am, even then, in all my beliefs. I'm driving against every tiny breeze... *Dedicated to every woman. We drive and will drive against everything which tries to suppress us. Cheers to our way of life. Cheers on being a woman!!!

Anticipating the fun that was coming my way, I hugged my Dad when he gifted me my first mobile in 2002. With enthusiasm, I started pressing the keys and embarked on the journey of discovery. It has been a long and exciting journey since...A journey, which not only soothed my senses in times of stress but helped me in finding three of the most beautiful relationships of my life. Initially, with high rates and expensive downloading, mobile was just a gadget to flaunt. But with the rush of technology and competition, not only the rates were slashed but the mobile market was flooded with better models. My encounter with internet on mobile happened when I bought a multimedia phone. From then on, there has been no looking back. Listening to music, watching videos, texting, even finding a groom for myself...Seriously, I have done it all on this tiny gadget. One day, curious to discover more on my mobile, I activated the GPRS. And, that opened the boundless gateways. While scanning ...

Dear Body, For all my life, I lived for you; Though, I died on numerous counts. Saddening... it was for me; For you, You never lost ground. You washed your sins every day. Bowing down to your needs, When I was nearing my decay. Fearing I will perish, In the oblivion, Today, I set myself free, Into the Ganges... Your Soul. Muddled soul in a tyrant body seeks recourse. Prisoner for thirty odd years can survive no more. * This poem is published in Rousing Cadence