Jab se wapas aayi hai woh, khush hai
Aankhon ki chamak uski, hamara andhera
Har subah ka tamasha boodhi aankhein kab tak dekhein.
(I have had an expsoure on the issue of migration and prostitution during my earlier work. This triveni has roots in that experience.)
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- Kumar Anshul
- We think. Ideas sometime take the shape of poetry , sometime prose, sometime memory, and most of the time nothing. I stack nothings at Interface (my first blog). For prose, I try and capture them on ‘fiction-in-life’. Poems go in serching for rhythm. Jugalbandi with Piyush has a separate blog, and so has forwards. There are more things, more genres coming. What do I do with them? Start a new Blog page.
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when the thought is beautiful nothing else matters.. sorry i didn't even try to see the poetic excellence in this.. the thought is supreme
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