tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105853964040137192024-03-25T05:02:09.890+05:30Barefoot JourneyA spirit in my foot said go, and I went...Vikas Goyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02616049057781079695noreply@blogger.comBlogger209125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810585396404013719.post-35239557130252135672024-02-23T12:26:00.003+05:302024-02-23T14:45:06.594+05:30वाह रे ज़िंदगी <div>कभी धुप है </div><div>कभी छाओं है </div><div>कभी उजाला है </div><div>कभी घोर अँधेरा </div><div>खुशियां और दुःख जैसे </div><div><br /></div><div>कहीं ठहराओ है </div><div>कहीं भागदौड़ है </div><div>कहीं नदियां है </div><div>कहीं पहाड़ है </div><div>उतर चढाव से भरी </div><div><br /></div><div>कई आस्तिक दीखते है </div><div>कई नास्तिक दीखते है </div><div>कई इमारतें दिखती है </div><div>रस्मो रिवाज से भरी </div><div><br /></div><div>इंद्रधनुष जैसी रंगीली </div><div>हर पल रंग बदलती </div><div>कुछ रंग आवारगी के </div><div>कुछ रंग कश्मकश के </div><div><br /></div><div>इस चाहतो के दौर मैं </div><div>इक अनबूझ पहेली सी </div><div>थोड़ी सी सुलझी हुई </div><div>थोड़ी सी उलझी हुई </div><div><br /></div><div>कुछ खट्टी </div><div>कुछ मीठी </div><div>कुछ तीखी </div><div>कुछ फीकी </div><div>वाह रे ज़िंदगी </div><div><br /></div><div>- विकास गोयल </div>Vikas Goyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02616049057781079695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810585396404013719.post-70662927951980956042024-02-21T13:59:00.003+05:302024-02-21T14:03:23.899+05:30जंग - 3क्या है ये <br />कुछ सोचना <br />ऐसा हुआ था <br />वैसा हुआ था <br />क्या हुआ था <br />क्यों हुआ था <br />कब हुआ था <br />कैसे हुआ था <br />किसने किया था <br />क्यों किया था <br />न जाने क्या क्या <br /><br /><div><div>और अब ये इंसान </div><div>खामोश बैठा है </div><div>अकेला इस भीड़ मैं</div><div>जंग अभी जारी है</div></div><div><br /></div><div>- विकास गोयल </div>Vikas Goyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02616049057781079695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810585396404013719.post-18101590026758395002024-02-20T13:51:00.001+05:302024-02-22T13:15:08.533+05:30जंग - 2उफ़ <br />ये धुप <br />ये छाओं <br />ये सुबह <br />और ये शाम <br /><br />उफ़ <br />ये सर्दी <br />ये गर्मी <br />ये बारिश <br />ये मौसम <br /><br />उफ़ <br />ये पहाड़ <br />ये हरियाली <br />ये रेगिस्तान <br />ये नदियां <br /><br />उफ़ <br />ये जंगल <br />पेड़ों के <br />इमारतों के <br />भावनाओ के <br /><br />उफ़ <br />ये अपनापन <br />ये मस्कुराहट <br />ये रोना <br />ये गुस्सा <br /><br />इन सब के बीच <br />बैठा है ख़ामोशी से <br />भीड़ मैं भी तनहा <br />क्यों की .... <br />जंग अभी जारी है <div><br /></div><div>- विकास गोयल </div>Vikas Goyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02616049057781079695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810585396404013719.post-47584012035147964972024-02-19T22:42:00.000+05:302024-02-21T14:05:23.756+05:30जंग - 1ज़िंदादिल हु मैं <br />हौसले बुलंद है अभी भी <br />जज़्बा ज़िंदगी जीने का है <br /><br />थोड़ी से थकावट है, थोड़ा सा सुकूँ है <br />दूर मंज़िल पाने की चाह मैं <br />चल सकता हु मगर वजह नहीं है <br />दिल और दिमाग की जंग जारी है <br /><br />ये फासले और ये रिश्ते <br />ये अजीब से दूरियां <br />वो याद करना, परवाह करना <br />पर अपनापन कहीं खो गया <br /><br /><div>थोड़ा सा अकेला हु मैं इस भीड़ मैं </div><div>अकेला ही चला था, अकेला ही हु मैं </div><div>रिश्तों मैं ज़िम्मेदारी के बोझ से </div><div>अपनापन कही खो गया है </div><div><br /></div>उम्र और तजुर्बे के इजाफे से अक्सर <br />खामोशियाँ ही मेरा जवाब देती है <br />अब तो कुछ कहना भी <br />फ़िज़ूल खर्च लगता है <div><br /></div><div>अक्सर खामोश बैठे बैठे </div><div>अपने आप को सोचता हु मैं </div><div>फुर्सत नहीं कुछ और की </div><div>दिल और दिमाग की जंग जारी है<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>विकास गोयल </div>Vikas Goyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02616049057781079695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810585396404013719.post-82288120639672450232023-08-20T11:30:00.001+05:302023-08-20T11:31:42.957+05:30The Shadow Lines<p>A book by Amitav Ghosh. </p><p>I picked up this book as I like reading post colonial write up (fusion of history and friction) and not much to my surprise, it got me hooked till the end. The shadow line started in 1947 with concept of War, Borders and Boundaries to divide great nation into three pieces. So called partition. Everything is so well connected to each other, the lives of the people, the countries and everything else too. The way wars and riots are described, perceived differently by the people, the pain of such situation, how life changes entirely due to loss of a loved one etc. were felt happening in front of my eyes while reading. It kept me so engaged and wanting to continue reading to know what comes next.</p><p>After reading, it seems that the character Tridib is going to remain in my mind for few months if not years. </p><p>Today, we live into globalized world where border lines separating two nations are only shadow lines. Amitav Ghosh does it very well being Indian by birth and global in his vision. </p><p>The book won two prestigious Indian prizes i.e. the Sahitya Akademi Award and the Ananda Puraskar.</p>Vikas Goyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02616049057781079695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810585396404013719.post-7785474140951608892023-07-23T23:34:00.004+05:302024-02-07T00:50:30.554+05:30It's only a hobby!Two old men were sitting on a park bench. <br />"Well, what do you do now that you are retired?" asked one. <br />"I have a hobby: I raise pigeons," replied the other. <br />"Pigeons? Where do you keep them? You live in a condominium!" <br />"I keep them in a closet." <br />"In your closet? Don't they shit on your shoes and on your clothes?" <br />"No," said the man. <br />"I keep them in a box." <br />"In a box? How do they breathe?" <br />"Breathe? They don't breathe," said the man, <br />"they are dead." <br />"Dead?" exclaimed the friend, shocked. <br />"You keep dead pigeons?" <br />"What the hell, it is only a hobby!"<div><br /></div><div>- OSHO : Dhammapada Chapter 2</div>Vikas Goyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02616049057781079695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810585396404013719.post-37798204896780258302023-06-08T18:15:00.000+05:302023-06-13T20:23:19.470+05:30It's What I Do<b>It's What I Do: A Photographer's Life of Love and War</b><br />A book by <a href="https://www.lynseyaddario.com/" target="_blank">Lynsey Addario</a><br /><br />Lynsey Addario is an American, Photo-Journalist and Author. She photographed for Time Magazine, The New York Times, and National Geographic.<br /><br />I completed reading this book last month and I liked it as she talks about the women in conflict (or War) and how women in different cultures are more affected and not spoken about in the world. It is true that even neighboring communities or nations are not aware and talking about such an important issue. Beautifully captured photos, story of the moment instead of overall war story and done by journalist. There are many points I felt it’s a story for “breaking news” rather than inside story. Every profession has its own advantages and limitations. Or allow me to say brighter side and dark side. <br /><br />Since I travel a lot as an aid worker and have worked different conflicts around the world (Afghanistan, Syria, Sri Lanka, etc. and now in Ethiopia), I was able to understand beyond the story told in the book. <br /><br />I would like to call Lynsey as “Fearless Traveler” with her heart and mind in right place. She has shown bravery where needed and have also shown Lynsey travels with purpose and photographs during key war times. <br /><br />The Afghan people before and after Taliban, the civilian casualties during parties in conflict during Iraq war, burned villages and deaths in Darfur – The Sudan, violence against women in Congo, spellbinding and headline-making story of her kidnapping by pro Gaddafi forces in Libya, tragic lives of starving Somali children etc. stories are well captured, right on time, with her DSLR and with right mix of bravery and empathy. <br /><br />Do I recommend this book? Since I have travelled over 50 countries and understand international affairs / conflicts easily, I enjoyed the book. If you do understand, you will enjoy.<div><br /></div><div>However, i also wonder why there are no such books by aid workers? Usually they would have more details and they live in such context relatively longer. I find very few books and wish there were more. </div>Vikas Goyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02616049057781079695noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810585396404013719.post-83766287628308843452023-05-18T22:21:00.000+05:302023-06-13T20:22:58.827+05:30The Covenant of Water"The Covenant of Water"<br />A novel by Abraham Verghese<br /><br />I picked up this book just because of the title and initial impression. Before reading the book, I researched about the author and his journey inspired me to read his book. <br /><br />Abraham, born in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia to expatriate Indian parents. Started his medical schooling in Ethiopia. During 1974 civil war, parents moved to US, and he joined them that interrupted his study. Then he decided to complete his medical schooling from Madras University in India and a fellowship in infectious diseases at Boston City Hospital. He is best known in the medical community for “being able to read the body as text.”<br /><br />Later on, I listened to his inspiring and enlightening talk about power of human hand to touch, to comfort to diagnose and to bring about treatment. such a passionate insight on a physician-patient relationship from a Physician. <br /><br />I was already into the book now and completed the book in a week time. <br /><br />The multi-generational family saga from twentieth century (1900 to 1977) follows a family in southern India where Atleast one person dies by drowning – and water is everywhere in Kerala. <br /><br />Everyday life in the watery landscape of Kerala is beautifully rendered. The story is build considering political and developmental changes including technological and medical developments affecting day to day life in India which was easy for me to connect and relate.<br /><br />I have decided not to summaries the story as part of the review as the book is well written. The story line is very good and I will not be surprised if there will be a movie or series made on this. <br /><br />However, I would not recommend the book with confidence as it’s too long, does not meet my expectations that was build after reading about author and his Ted Talks. Also, this book with over 700 pages uses difficult words and kept me busy finding meaning. It could have been said in simplified way. Though I plan to read his another book “Cutting for Stone”.<br />Vikas Goyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02616049057781079695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810585396404013719.post-35148098018490042502023-03-30T20:27:00.006+05:302023-05-09T20:18:56.517+05:30Let human learn from natureThe Nature...<br />know what's good<br />has a purpose <div>and is most adaptable<div><br />The nature...<br />ever-changing<br />never in rush<br />endless patience<br /><br />The nature...<br />solace in troubles<br />unconditional love<br />flexible and resilient<div><br /></div><div>How plants, animals</div></div>in nature are living<br />in peace…<br /><br /><div>Why human is in conflict?<br />war terror or animosity,<br />despite the bounty of<br />thinking power reason?<br /><br /></div><div>Even tigers, lions,<br />bears, wolves in jungles <br />exist without<br />causing disorder<br /><br /></div><div>We human being</div><div>part of the nature</div><div>in civilized society</div><div>can we end conflicts?</div><div><br /></div><div>Let humans learn from nature<div><br /></div><div><div><div><div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicKsPqIGUfIKjTQjRFf0VmLv7kmETDIAFvuuyhvCCIRMJhU99nvcPHQ-bFAzFujaipiOZ-YG21mNi4WWQueesoEzPzIdpHuhUrMRpsPJQyImDnLXd_zVYL8KOZ25_D9pYsxvL9TU4zaUagudxD3_TvHwNZVSY9bwgwr1EXCnGxWCxP1f5zGKAoHBJLvw/s2048/DSC_0281.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicKsPqIGUfIKjTQjRFf0VmLv7kmETDIAFvuuyhvCCIRMJhU99nvcPHQ-bFAzFujaipiOZ-YG21mNi4WWQueesoEzPzIdpHuhUrMRpsPJQyImDnLXd_zVYL8KOZ25_D9pYsxvL9TU4zaUagudxD3_TvHwNZVSY9bwgwr1EXCnGxWCxP1f5zGKAoHBJLvw/s320/DSC_0281.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Vikas Goyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02616049057781079695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810585396404013719.post-43556218437813011492023-03-29T16:12:00.000+05:302023-03-30T22:43:42.020+05:30One thing at a time<p>My father taught us this poem during our childhood. In the poem, he made sure that we learn and explained us the meaning of it as part of our growth. I also made some efforts to embed this poem as part of my kid's growth. Here is the poem : </p>Work while you work,<br />Play while you play,<br />To be useful and happy,<br />That is the way.<br /><div><br /></div><div>All things you do,</div><div>Do with your mind,</div><div>Things done by halves, </div><div>Are never done right.</div><div><br /></div><div>One thing at a time,</div><div>And that done well,</div><div>Is a very good rule,</div><div>As many could tell.</div><div><br /></div><div>Moments should never </div><div>be trifled away,</div><div>So, work while you work</div><div>And play while you play. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIamZy-W43Fc-0APKSlC74P_jWQss5xNpFccp0AbwEWZHgWs-EJA-otsIZo9kQd7FadwTDbYKZPQnoeYg6r8afP-90BdCIDcww-YJiVaXAs2PzRTOoj5f-tORPNCJHgjW_tf8htHNJ7C0/s1600/one-thing-at-a-time.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIamZy-W43Fc-0APKSlC74P_jWQss5xNpFccp0AbwEWZHgWs-EJA-otsIZo9kQd7FadwTDbYKZPQnoeYg6r8afP-90BdCIDcww-YJiVaXAs2PzRTOoj5f-tORPNCJHgjW_tf8htHNJ7C0/s1600/one-thing-at-a-time.jpg" /></a></div>Vikas Goyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02616049057781079695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810585396404013719.post-82458831943761613332023-03-28T15:19:00.001+05:302023-03-30T22:56:46.739+05:30I amI am not the mind, <div>nor the thought,<br />And also not feelings,<br />Krishna is in me and I am Krishna</div><div><br />The sky is not I,<br /> nor the earth,<br />neither fire nor wind and I<br />Krishna is in me and I am Krishna<br /><br />I have no pride,<br />nor the touch of envy,<br />I have no duty,<br />Krishna is in me and I am Krishna<br /><br />I have no fear at all,<br />death claims me not,<br />I am change-less,<br />Krishna is in me and I am Krishna<br /><br />I am the lord of,<br /> all my senses, <br />What I am, I am and,<br />I have an individual heart,<br />I am Krishna and Krishna is in me <br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAleLp7-Nn12AL_a-lIySIMXTzcz92-mJWfB4xGRdenPqemgJbhCjR1z_pqHh-2UoVPFv3WYvsUafM50nANtZAogudw6EdqbKrgBk2y4PCjlBWjPxRg8Lh-rKlJZniLaYCmuoYs3Dt2XX9Lv5i3mWie7PNKbpVGnKaLBp8HJU9k-yM7rtkaNWN4CZlUw/s2048/SAM_0577.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAleLp7-Nn12AL_a-lIySIMXTzcz92-mJWfB4xGRdenPqemgJbhCjR1z_pqHh-2UoVPFv3WYvsUafM50nANtZAogudw6EdqbKrgBk2y4PCjlBWjPxRg8Lh-rKlJZniLaYCmuoYs3Dt2XX9Lv5i3mWie7PNKbpVGnKaLBp8HJU9k-yM7rtkaNWN4CZlUw/s320/SAM_0577.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div>Vikas Goyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02616049057781079695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810585396404013719.post-69458823199034612962023-03-23T13:27:00.014+05:302023-03-30T22:45:41.920+05:30What a wonderful life<div style="text-align: left;">Living a life</div><div style="text-align: left;">like a nomad</div><div style="text-align: left;">or a gipsy</div><div style="text-align: left;">and enjoying</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">My barefoot journey</div><div style="text-align: left;">with naked eyes</div><div style="text-align: left;">wondering around</div><div style="text-align: left;">with openness</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Living today</div><div style="text-align: left;">and no tomorrow</div><div style="text-align: left;">with no plans</div><div style="text-align: left;">to settle down</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">No matter what</div><div style="text-align: left;">goes around me</div><div style="text-align: left;">disasters or pandemic</div><div style="text-align: left;">war or conflict</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">No burden</div><div style="text-align: left;">no responsibility</div><div style="text-align: left;">no affection</div><div style="text-align: left;">and quite detached</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Everyday,</div><div style="text-align: left;">I am more calm</div><div style="text-align: left;">more present and</div><div style="text-align: left;">more self-control</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Everyday</div><div style="text-align: left;">new people</div><div style="text-align: left;">new places</div><div style="text-align: left;">new cultures</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">What a life</div> <div style="text-align: left;">indeed wonderful. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAMLS4jK2G7-7e4V_uPNacjyZQmxHOH6oYqT5GE0neRtngA_BPkTTKIS64Z3kbT2MidSzccBmT0tYuAGeH2eLMqBfn6qIurCIVqpVAsd6zNPW54cTGiC2VP5GdZHeAAsILuwpf1OxmIJGIIc3dP_MJVk9cNH6qpGOpyj9eowBROaLRCYPcYZ8_ElAyqg/s2048/DSC_0508.JPG" style="clear: left; display: inline; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAMLS4jK2G7-7e4V_uPNacjyZQmxHOH6oYqT5GE0neRtngA_BPkTTKIS64Z3kbT2MidSzccBmT0tYuAGeH2eLMqBfn6qIurCIVqpVAsd6zNPW54cTGiC2VP5GdZHeAAsILuwpf1OxmIJGIIc3dP_MJVk9cNH6qpGOpyj9eowBROaLRCYPcYZ8_ElAyqg/s320/DSC_0508.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">“</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">We see our eyes with our own eyes, </span></span><div><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">we see our mind with our own mind, </span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">and we see our heart with our own heart</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">.”</span></span></div>Vikas Goyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02616049057781079695noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810585396404013719.post-3591635700068600762023-01-19T16:20:00.000+05:302023-03-30T22:30:34.072+05:30When you are..When you are lonely, <br />I wish you love. <br /><br /><div>When you are sad, <br />I wish you joy. <br /><br /></div><div>When you are troubled, <br />I wish you peace. <br /><br /></div><div>When things are chaotic, <br />I wish you inner silence. <br /><br /></div><div>When things look empty, <br />I wish you hope.</div>Vikas Goyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02616049057781079695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810585396404013719.post-61509844057950770452023-01-13T16:42:00.008+05:302023-03-24T23:26:49.598+05:30The inner sky<div style="text-align: left;">I am going</div><div style="text-align: left;">in the inner sky</div><div style="text-align: left;">clouds are moving</div><div style="text-align: left;">planets are born and die</div><div style="text-align: left;">stars arise and die</div><div style="text-align: left;">the sky remains the same</div><div style="text-align: left;">untouched and untarnished</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Whatever I see</div><div style="text-align: left;">I am not it</div><div style="text-align: left;">I can see thoughts</div><div style="text-align: left;">I am not that</div><div style="text-align: left;">I can see feelings</div><div style="text-align: left;">I am not feelings</div><div style="text-align: left;">I can see my dreams</div><div style="text-align: left;">but I am not them</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">trying to eliminate</div><div style="text-align: left;">all that I see</div><div style="text-align: left;">in the sky</div><div style="text-align: left;">and hoping to see</div><div style="text-align: left;">where there is nothing</div><div style="text-align: left;">the sky is silent</div><div style="text-align: left;">the sky is empty</div><div style="text-align: left;">I am not there....</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpO7ksMj4mbulYoS20HORbr-Vp5PlIkGNjYxGpJ2AatU2V9MCFGBw90PZbSTCnuRkugTUz-Q9f9CdbcuBcsXMbmjBJduT1oR6HUlbD9mR0ybRo-UDhDMgyKPcmymk91mri1-ISjJ_Yen2L7MAOgKacin5qWhfyB6_Y6wSBXWnRGwgBN-jMwkADxUSNgQ/s1152/20191219_073439_2.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="544" data-original-width="1152" height="151" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpO7ksMj4mbulYoS20HORbr-Vp5PlIkGNjYxGpJ2AatU2V9MCFGBw90PZbSTCnuRkugTUz-Q9f9CdbcuBcsXMbmjBJduT1oR6HUlbD9mR0ybRo-UDhDMgyKPcmymk91mri1-ISjJ_Yen2L7MAOgKacin5qWhfyB6_Y6wSBXWnRGwgBN-jMwkADxUSNgQ/s320/20191219_073439_2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><p style="border: 0px; color: #4a4343; font-family: "Open Sans", NotoSansDevanagari, NotoNastaliqUrdu, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: 1.3; margin: 0px 0px 8px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><strong style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">"जिस तन लगया इश्क़ कमाल, </strong><strong style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">वो नाचे बे सुर बे ताल"</strong></p></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Vikas Goyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02616049057781079695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810585396404013719.post-8884878974590552822023-01-12T23:09:00.007+05:302023-03-24T23:45:40.540+05:30I accept<div style="text-align: left;">I accept</div><div style="text-align: left;">the present</div><div style="text-align: left;">the way it is</div><div style="text-align: left;">with no demand</div><div style="text-align: left;">with no desire</div><div style="text-align: left;">and being happy</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Everyone</div><div style="text-align: left;">the way they are</div><div style="text-align: left;">Everything</div><div style="text-align: left;">the way it is</div><div style="text-align: left;">Whatsoever </div><div style="text-align: left;">unconditionally</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;">I accept</div><div style="text-align: left;">it is the way it is</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">more contented</div><div style="text-align: left;">with love</div><div style="text-align: left;">with open heart</div></div><div style="text-align: left;">Life is wonderful</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjK018FxGR8Cm3AGglLjpiCpd5kDyutsqcuKVDEi8h0RmM3RjyzqAQiZoeCbBuu-X0ncGkcp7XEbShcfOTMei8GmpYbXLYcSQ7cSdwe1Hb1f9PQq1t_1VBgTfUHhhOAAxuIVL0ym7fIc3Ad3KqrFtayuoemh08rWGUratq16-oSPhF3LieVc4ofnurGg/s4032/20191219_093536.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjK018FxGR8Cm3AGglLjpiCpd5kDyutsqcuKVDEi8h0RmM3RjyzqAQiZoeCbBuu-X0ncGkcp7XEbShcfOTMei8GmpYbXLYcSQ7cSdwe1Hb1f9PQq1t_1VBgTfUHhhOAAxuIVL0ym7fIc3Ad3KqrFtayuoemh08rWGUratq16-oSPhF3LieVc4ofnurGg/s320/20191219_093536.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">"May I accept myself as I am today"</span></span></div>Vikas Goyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02616049057781079695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810585396404013719.post-57979616179125560572023-01-11T21:21:00.011+05:302023-03-24T23:32:31.532+05:30I lost “I”<div style="text-align: left;">I use to say</div><div style="text-align: left;">I did this</div><div style="text-align: left;">I did that</div><div style="text-align: left;">I can do this</div><div style="text-align: left;">I can do that</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I am clever</div><div style="text-align: left;">I am kind</div><div style="text-align: left;">I know things</div><div style="text-align: left;">Feeling proud</div><div style="text-align: left;">Feeling responsible</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">But where am I</div><div style="text-align: left;">Who was I</div><div style="text-align: left;">What was I</div><div style="text-align: left;">And why was I</div><div style="text-align: left;">Now where is I</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">When I was there</div><div style="text-align: left;">You were not there</div><div style="text-align: left;">When you are here</div><div style="text-align: left;">I am not here</div><div style="text-align: left;">I lost “I”</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And now</div><div><div style="text-align: left;">I am the Krishna</div><div style="text-align: left;">Krishna is in me</div><div style="text-align: left;">where am "I"?</div><div style="text-align: left;">where is Krishna?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6E1OpJK_TLFaRME-GtV3yjQc8xSOz3cMFM_3q1ViVcd9ogVjxUP-MY_K2pDC-w9mSbeNhWvuhXtmEJOFTJyVQDMVm5FkJ9QVPRv_j5YeN0rg1y7THZcc6wnDQ7B6dQsWJxE4vh3I6C01TW5QptV3fLWKJNwkRYcK6_b0O_m9pPodIGpFEmpTo5zhY1w/s872/IMG-20191219-WA0021_2.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="654" data-original-width="872" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6E1OpJK_TLFaRME-GtV3yjQc8xSOz3cMFM_3q1ViVcd9ogVjxUP-MY_K2pDC-w9mSbeNhWvuhXtmEJOFTJyVQDMVm5FkJ9QVPRv_j5YeN0rg1y7THZcc6wnDQ7B6dQsWJxE4vh3I6C01TW5QptV3fLWKJNwkRYcK6_b0O_m9pPodIGpFEmpTo5zhY1w/s320/IMG-20191219-WA0021_2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;">“What you seek is seeking you.”</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;" /></div></div></div>Vikas Goyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02616049057781079695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810585396404013719.post-54807151084394368472023-01-02T17:31:00.012+05:302023-03-24T23:51:18.119+05:30the clock is ticking<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">I enjoy sitting quietly</div><div style="text-align: left;">I’m listening to myself</div><div style="text-align: left;">connecting with my heart</div><div style="text-align: left;">and disconnecting mind</div><div style="text-align: left;">time to put me first</div><div style="text-align: left;">to be gentle with me</div><div style="text-align: left;">finding more love for me</div><div style="text-align: left;">self-love is my religion</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;">Hairs growing white</div><div style="text-align: left;">so let it be…</div><div style="text-align: left;">white stands for purity</div><div style="text-align: left;">sign of distinction</div><div style="text-align: left;">hinted at nobility</div><div style="text-align: left;">sign of dignity</div><div style="text-align: left;">growing with maturity</div><div style="text-align: left;">the clock is ticking</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">wrinkles on face</div><div style="text-align: left;">So let it be…</div><div style="text-align: left;">be proud of it</div><div style="text-align: left;">they acknowledge wisdom</div><div style="text-align: left;">roadmap of every experience</div><div style="text-align: left;">ability to overcome adversity</div><div style="text-align: left;">have a twinkle in your wrinkle</div><div style="text-align: left;">growing with wisdom</div><div style="text-align: left;">the clock is ticking </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I guess I’m growing old</div><div style="text-align: left;">So let it be…</div><div style="text-align: left;">I have gained maturity</div><div style="text-align: left;">I have learned wisdom</div><div style="text-align: left;">there is time for myself</div><div style="text-align: left;">I can listen to my heart</div><div style="text-align: left;">the clock is ticking with me</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-zpPowIgapywNxwok1k8OqWx8UgjeuWR5qrFMQnqwuIHVv2Pj8SND9-boVXEEL2zs7xDO79HAbccRZw_7am5JoB9w0M9F7xXlmttM9H9om7TCsqx_9HfHal_o9Kn_scQXiu_KjsQew5iUFC3Kgwq7vQu30Oip9PH9tZVVxcXWETF1f1FmSU_esYpROw/s2048/DSC_0062.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-zpPowIgapywNxwok1k8OqWx8UgjeuWR5qrFMQnqwuIHVv2Pj8SND9-boVXEEL2zs7xDO79HAbccRZw_7am5JoB9w0M9F7xXlmttM9H9om7TCsqx_9HfHal_o9Kn_scQXiu_KjsQew5iUFC3Kgwq7vQu30Oip9PH9tZVVxcXWETF1f1FmSU_esYpROw/s320/DSC_0062.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #121416; font-family: "Open Sans";"><span style="font-size: x-small;">“I’m happy to report that my inner child is still ageless.”</span></span></div>Vikas Goyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02616049057781079695noreply@blogger.com0Mek'ele, Ethiopia13.4935504 39.46573812.423383232722465 38.3671051875 14.563717567277536 40.5643708125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810585396404013719.post-30732880847454890182022-12-22T18:40:00.006+05:302023-03-25T00:02:35.545+05:30Smile - never goes out of style<div style="text-align: left;">smile with love</div><div style="text-align: left;">smile in silence</div><div style="text-align: left;">intoxicated with</div><div style="text-align: left;">exchange of smiles</div> <div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">the moment of smile</div><div style="text-align: left;">becomes memory</div><div style="text-align: left;">go ahead and smile</div><div style="text-align: left;">all the way along</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">it costs nothing</div><div style="text-align: left;">and gives so much</div><div style="text-align: left;">incomparable love</div><div style="text-align: left;">absolutely priceless</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">some too busy</div><div style="text-align: left;">to give you a smile</div><div style="text-align: left;">give them one of yours</div><div style="text-align: left;">they’ll give it, back.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">no matter what happens</div><div style="text-align: left;">always free to pass a smile</div><div style="text-align: left;">this smile - </div><div style="text-align: left;">never goes out of style</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e73be; font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Segoe, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: left;">"You are not fully dressed until you wear a smile"</span></a></div>Vikas Goyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02616049057781079695noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810585396404013719.post-28994930688021637132022-10-19T16:17:00.000+05:302023-03-30T22:31:00.858+05:30You are..You are the truth &<div>You are the dream,<br />You are a stranger &<br />You are my very own.<br /><br />You are the lover's cry,<br />You are god's wish.<br />You are the very creation,<br />You are a moment, </div><div>of meeting with god...<br /><br /></div><div> - Amrita Pritam<p></p></div>Vikas Goyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02616049057781079695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810585396404013719.post-38419322056699365382022-10-12T16:23:00.003+05:302023-03-30T16:23:53.125+05:30BE AN OPTIMISTICToday is going to be a great day! <br />I can handle more than I think I can, <br />Things don't get better by worrying about them, <br />I can satisfy if I try to do my best, <br />There is always something to be happy about, <br />I am going to make someone HAPPY about, <br />Its not good to be down, <br />Life is wonderful, make the most of it, <br />"BE AN OPTIMISTIC"Vikas Goyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02616049057781079695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810585396404013719.post-74718865593782394662022-09-21T21:15:00.005+05:302023-03-27T10:45:41.044+05:30the beautiful life<div style="text-align: left;">These moments</div><div style="text-align: left;">Of beautiful life</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I witnessed</div><div style="text-align: left;">different moods</div><div style="text-align: left;">different tones</div><div style="text-align: left;">different times</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">In people</div><div style="text-align: left;">in places</div><div style="text-align: left;">smile and joy</div><div style="text-align: left;">As a mask</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: left;">I wish to go</div></div><div style="text-align: left;">and give hug</div><div style="text-align: left;">and say</div><div style="text-align: left;">I am here</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;">Every day I learn more about simplicity, patience, compassion</a></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Vikas Goyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02616049057781079695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810585396404013719.post-28691602690236917622022-09-14T20:08:00.000+05:302023-03-24T23:36:07.162+05:30Life belongs to those who can go deeperThere is an old Sufi story - Hikayat. <br /><br />In a very ancient family, there was some musical organ, but people had completely forgotten how to play it. Generations came and people even forgot that it was a musical organ. It was gathering dust. <br /><br />It was a very big organ, and it was taking up a lot of space. One day the family decided to throw this nonsense. <br /><br />They said, ‘This is just a nuisance. Why should we keep it?’ They took it out; they threw it on the road. <br /><br />They had just reached home when a beggar started playing on the organ. <br /><br />Time stopped. They simply turned. The whole traffic stopped; people came rushing from their houses; they forgot everything. For one hour the beggar was playing on it. <br /><br />It was so beautiful, so enchanting — they were just hypnotized. And when the music ended the family demanded their organ back. <br /><br />The beggar said, ‘It is not yours, because a musical instrument belongs to one who can play with it. There is no other ownership. It may have remained in your house for many centuries, but it doesn’t belong to you. You are not worthy of it. I am the owner!’ <br /><br />And of course, the whole crowd agreed with the beggar — that he was the owner — because what does one mean by ownership? <br /><br />A musical instrument belongs to one who can play with it. <br /><br />And that’s how it is: life belongs to those who can go deeper and deeper and deeper into it. <br /><br />OSHOVikas Goyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02616049057781079695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810585396404013719.post-39869699048699129332022-09-14T14:07:00.009+05:302023-03-27T10:46:25.255+05:30Truth, Love and Compassion<div style="text-align: left;">The three words</div><div style="text-align: left;">Truth, Love and Compassion</div><div style="text-align: left;">heard from "Bapu"</div><div style="text-align: left;">still learning ..</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I am the truth</div><div style="text-align: left;">truth is in me</div><div style="text-align: left;">mind for truth</div><div style="text-align: left;">heart for truth</div><div style="text-align: left;">to myself</div><div style="text-align: left;">inside me</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I am the love,</div><div style="text-align: left;">love is in me,</div><div style="text-align: left;">heart for love</div><div style="text-align: left;">for everyone</div><div style="text-align: left;">for everything</div><div style="text-align: left;">everywhere</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I am the compassion</div><div style="text-align: left;">compassion is in me</div><div style="text-align: left;">voice for kindness</div><div style="text-align: left;">ears for compassion</div><div style="text-align: left;">hands for helping</div><div style="text-align: left;">with passion</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTj_JDBbg4ctwejDnRIKdnBjCtjIx2ObopC76dt_KTSMz8ux_NfIH4G6M1M5PnP4FU-DZ_dx2wd0sKWt6U1_OuGqLwnf-VM8kazAi2yX7GgNWtvWIEGeoq7EnsV5FawowVoPbGoegWJC3-ibxjzGfNeWnwWilXHyaQ9IGiUFW1ioE3EfIYEdIpcqoZbw/s2048/photos%20008.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTj_JDBbg4ctwejDnRIKdnBjCtjIx2ObopC76dt_KTSMz8ux_NfIH4G6M1M5PnP4FU-DZ_dx2wd0sKWt6U1_OuGqLwnf-VM8kazAi2yX7GgNWtvWIEGeoq7EnsV5FawowVoPbGoegWJC3-ibxjzGfNeWnwWilXHyaQ9IGiUFW1ioE3EfIYEdIpcqoZbw/s320/photos%20008.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Vikas Goyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02616049057781079695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810585396404013719.post-7114246549583505342022-09-10T14:48:00.005+05:302023-03-27T10:56:34.648+05:30I see my eye with my eye!<div style="text-align: left;">I feel proud</div><div style="text-align: left;">When you show</div><div style="text-align: left;">More than I expect</div><div style="text-align: left;">When you argue</div><div style="text-align: left;">To make a point</div><div style="text-align: left;">Innocently and</div><div style="text-align: left;">consistently</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I support you,</div><div style="text-align: left;">When you dream</div><div style="text-align: left;">When you speak up</div><div style="text-align: left;">When you show talent</div><div style="text-align: left;">When you dominate</div><div style="text-align: left;">And show authority</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The feelings I had</div><div style="text-align: left;">When you were born</div><div style="text-align: left;">For the first time </div><div style="text-align: left;">holding you in my arm</div><div style="text-align: left;">Are still same</div><div style="text-align: left;">Every time I see you</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I just want to tell you</div><div><div style="text-align: left;">You are a blessing to me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLuNlYWOIGDyVfxjcLQjVb9_MRkmnlCHDoDn2ZgIOmhQll4bAb_0DIWzFasgL7xdNkfIIMZqwLz1kjaHXFFGZuaIZeujRq_H5EY_NyEka58CuumBHVT5nPWYtVof0vJ46CqwFNFXvWlRkVDs2Tyk5Ycb1K4v-Olm--ht3JCPtT5uKb3KEhm-nFtM5Rvg/s1565/IMG_20160527_105319831.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="880" data-original-width="1565" height="154" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLuNlYWOIGDyVfxjcLQjVb9_MRkmnlCHDoDn2ZgIOmhQll4bAb_0DIWzFasgL7xdNkfIIMZqwLz1kjaHXFFGZuaIZeujRq_H5EY_NyEka58CuumBHVT5nPWYtVof0vJ46CqwFNFXvWlRkVDs2Tyk5Ycb1K4v-Olm--ht3JCPtT5uKb3KEhm-nFtM5Rvg/w274-h154/IMG_20160527_105319831.jpg" width="274" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-small;">A daughter is someone you laugh with, dream with, and love with all your heart.</span><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>Vikas Goyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02616049057781079695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810585396404013719.post-11450240864951720062022-09-06T19:23:00.011+05:302023-03-27T10:58:36.719+05:30This uncertainity<div style="text-align: left;">I look towards sky</div><div style="text-align: left;">With narrow probing eyes</div><div style="text-align: left;">To fly in the sky</div><div style="text-align: left;">Like a free bird</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The sky is cloudy</div><div style="text-align: left;">Moving somewhere</div><div style="text-align: left;">Rain is pouring down</div><div style="text-align: left;">Like tears of crying sky</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">This uncertainty</div><div style="text-align: left;">And I know</div><div style="text-align: left;">What is impossible</div><div style="text-align: left;">What is possible</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I am waiting</div><div style="text-align: left;">For my turn</div><div style="text-align: left;">to fly again in the sky</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Like a free bird…</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="text-align: left;">Trust the wait</span></a></div></div>Vikas Goyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02616049057781079695noreply@blogger.com2