I wish there were eyes to see the unseen………
बड़ी मुद्दत्तों से आज देखा रूप तेरा,
ढूँढता फिरता था ना जाने कहाँ कहाँ,
एक बच्चा, एक अधेढ़, था खड़ा चार पैरों पे जो,
मुस्कुराकर मिला था कहीं भागता हुआ,
मौसम भी आज ओढ़े तेरा तराशा हुआ वो मलमल का कुर्ता,
पूछा उससे मैंने कहाँ है तू ऐ महामहीम,
आवाज़ आयी तब हर ज़र्रे से,
Once again English won’t do justice but here it goes…. I hope all of you like it. 🙂
Saw your beauty after ages,
I was searching in things And places,
A kid, an aged, standing on feet of four,
Running somewhere I met him smiling the weather,
Wearing that silky robe that you had weaved,
I asked him where are you O mighty,
A sound came from every atom,
This blog started when a friend of mine thought that I should write everything in one place. I remember the time before I started my blog. Coming with name took me a lot of time but then I thought of my motive of starting the blog. Just like geography or history, I wanted to create something unique, something that has never been used. Caring for art- Caringraphy that is how I came up with this name. Throughout my journey of blogging, there were days when I was disappointed. The first two years rarely anyone even read what I wrote except my close friends and my family. But I kept writing just because I wanted to write whatever I wanted to write. Not everything I wrote was good. But whatever I wrote was still mine. My blog started getting attention when I started using tags.
The essence of blogging are the people who comment on whatever you have written. Feedback carries the writer and reader to the same level. It is just like the stream of river. The river carries the fish to its destination.
I had stopped using other forms social networks when I had involved myself more and more with blogging.
Blogging or blogosphere is one such space where the amount of exposure one gets is phenomenal. I have shared many experiences with so many people from so many different parts of the world which I couldn’t have even imagined if it was not for this wonderful space. Anyone and everyone can read and comment on whatever you have written and that is the beauty of WordPress. It doesn’t apply privacy filters to the content one can view or write. It is your personal mind for everyone else to read. This form of writing is best for every type of people. Be them be the talkative ones, those love to talk or the ones who rarely speak.
Whatever one has written, usually the discussion is related to that topic and it gives each of the writer and the commentator a view different from what they might have understood from the writing. I have been left speechless many a times when I was involved in a conversation with someone on a post I had written or they had written. It’s too many emotions when one can feel the amount of weight a writer put in while writing something.
This is something not any Facebook or WhatsApp can provide. Although their use is completely different from the every other form.
Blogging is something a little more personal and yet so accessible for everyone else that once affected by it, the person usually never leaves it again.
Many people who I have met here may share the same thought. But then other forms may be necessary for many other people.
What is your view?
For me blogging is the best and only form of social networking, except the days when me and my group of friends are out, checking out every new thing that has come up in the city during the time we were gone, asking about each others life.
Except blogging, I prefer a deep, long conversation over a cup of roadside tea, a little bench, the cool wind and some noise to cover up the instant loudness our voices sometimes catch up.
In life there are days when nothing seems right and all you want to do is to lie down.
And while you lie down, take a good book with you.
And a soothing music in your ears.
Mind can only tolerate such orgasm….
The biggest hearts sometimes come in humble vessels….
The fire had burnt his face, given him scars for life.
He opened the door to his house.
A furry ball of love came wagging near him.
Filled his scars with a liquid warm…
They say love happens once a lifetime..
He fell in love every moment…..