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Showing posts with label Pencil Sketch. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pencil Sketch. Show all posts

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Ekdant

Posted by Nitin Sangwan at 2:56 AM 1 comment:
Labels: Dadri, Ekdant, Ganesha, Nitin Sangwan, Pencil Sketch, Vinayaka

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Maa

Posted by Nitin Sangwan at 6:25 AM 2 comments:
Labels: Dadri, Maa, Mother, Nitin Sangwan, Pencil Sketch

Sleeping Beauty

Posted by Nitin Sangwan at 6:20 AM No comments:
Labels: Dadri, Nitin Sangwan, Pencil Sketch, Sleeping Beauty

Kaag

Posted by Nitin Sangwan at 6:16 AM No comments:
Labels: Crow, Kaag, Nitin Sangwan, Pencil Sketch

Rage

Posted by Nitin Sangwan at 6:15 AM No comments:
Labels: Dadri, Nitin Sangwan, Pencil Sketch, Rage, Wild

The Thought

Posted by Nitin Sangwan at 6:10 AM No comments:
Labels: Nitin Sangwan, Pencil Sketch, Perplexed

Sunday, February 28, 2010

The Street

Posted by Nitin Sangwan at 6:09 AM No comments:
Labels: Baghdad, Dadri, Nitin Sangwan, Pencil Sketch, The Street

Wanderer

Posted by Nitin Sangwan at 5:57 AM No comments:
Labels: Dadri, Nitin Sangwan, Pencil Sketch, Wandere

Radha Kisna

Posted by Nitin Sangwan at 5:54 AM No comments:
Labels: Dadri, Indian Mystic River, Krishna, Nitin Sangwan, Pencil Sketch, Radha, Radha Krishna in a boat
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Mat ramne do is dhooni me, main pakka jogi ban jaaoonga

Mat udne do itna dur mujhe, main pankh chura le jaaoonga

Mat kahne do itni baatien, naa main bhed koi chupaaonga

Mat judne do mujko sabse, naa juda main fir ho paaoonga




Gar hota hai udas dil ye, toh madmast bhi hota hai yehi

Tanhaai jo chubhti hai, par deti mushkil me saath yehi

Jo jubaan fislati hai labon pe, gunjti andheron me hai wahi

Jalti-bujhti si ik chingari, ban mashaal hai karti khaak yehi


SHINE

A Star is lost in oblivion as the first ray of the dawn hits the horizon, moon isn't spared either.

Shine and smile tonight as bright as if you are a supernova, for sun may not set tomorrow.

IS THIS...

Is the question an answer itself or the solution a riddle new?
Is the road itself the destiny or the destiny is to travel?
Is this moment itself a life or the life a moment to live?
Is this morning a sign of an end of the day or the day is another dawn of hope?
Is this noise meaningless or the silence itself a message profound?
Am I lost in this confused crowd or someone found pal anew?