<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2495379104323997673</id><updated>2012-01-24T05:40:32.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meri mahfil</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brajesh-merimahfil.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2495379104323997673/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brajesh-merimahfil.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brajesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10927428909002790241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2495379104323997673.post-5552308201202407366</id><published>2007-02-05T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T01:27:30.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I was in Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am writing this description about a pretty girl who was my classmate but no one has noticed her before class trip of Ooty. Here is a little description about whole Ooty trip relating beauty and effect of my friend. Actually in first sight I couldn’t recognize that she is the same girl who used to sit in the class with us so I got a little confused and it took a little bit time to find her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kya batayun mai tumhe ki&lt;br /&gt;kis tarah se tum hamari jindagi&lt;br /&gt;me aa gayi ho ,&lt;br /&gt;aur sheetal chandani see&lt;br /&gt;chhanv bankar chha gayee ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bhool sakta hoon kabhi kya !&lt;br /&gt;ek bhi pal&lt;br /&gt;jo tumhari yaad me maine bitaye ,&lt;br /&gt;sang jinke saath hokar&lt;br /&gt;bhav kitne hi sajaaye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaad hai har ek kshan(chhan)&lt;br /&gt;jab ajnabi si&lt;br /&gt;tum achanak&lt;br /&gt;dhadkano me chha gayee thi ,&lt;br /&gt;ban shama tum&lt;br /&gt;raushani bikhra gayee thee .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sach kahoon main us samay&lt;br /&gt;ghabra gaya tha,&lt;br /&gt;kaun hai yah najini&lt;br /&gt;is prashn se takra gaya tha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaad hai acchhi tarah ki pair&lt;br /&gt;mere sidhiyon me jam gaye the ,&lt;br /&gt;aur nigahen dhoondhti smrition me&lt;br /&gt;sneh ras me ram gaye the .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ki achanak&lt;br /&gt;mai kisi ki chot pa gussa gaya tha&lt;br /&gt;waqt ki is krurta par(cruelty of time)&lt;br /&gt;mai jara jhalla(irritate) gaya tha .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lag raha tha&lt;br /&gt;khwab sundar tootkar&lt;br /&gt;jaise hamare saamne&lt;br /&gt;hi gir pade hon ,&lt;br /&gt;aur man ki shktiyan&lt;br /&gt;ek doosare se lad paden hon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;par nisha ke saath hi&lt;br /&gt;yah vaham(confusion) toota ,&lt;br /&gt;tum nahi anjaan thi&lt;br /&gt;par thi sumita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tere roop ki chandani se&lt;br /&gt;jaadoo jaisa chha gaya tha&lt;br /&gt;tej saanse chal rahi thi&lt;br /&gt;babara(mad) sa ho gaya tha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now the description of her face:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;surkh honth reshmi rookhsar(cheek) pe&lt;br /&gt;jhoom rahi thi geshuon ki baaliyan ,&lt;br /&gt;aur bich unke jhankte wo mrignayan&lt;br /&gt;chanda jiase kar rahi athkheliyaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aur kya mai bhool sakta hoon,&lt;br /&gt;tumhari us chhavi ko&lt;br /&gt;jis samay tum geet koi ga rahi thi&lt;br /&gt;bhav antah(heart) ke hamare&lt;br /&gt;samne tum laa rahi thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khool raha tha dar parat dar(step by step)&lt;br /&gt;jindagi ke rang tere&lt;br /&gt;thi abhi tak jo chhupaye&lt;br /&gt;dil ke andar kanth tere .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;par jaanne ka silsila&lt;br /&gt;yah chal na paaya&lt;br /&gt;baat aadhi bhi na pahoonchi&lt;br /&gt;aur achanak laut aaya .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laut aaya fir wahi us jindagi me&lt;br /&gt;jo ki koshon(miles) door thi&lt;br /&gt;oos ooty ki parchhaiyon se&lt;br /&gt;safar ke sahnayeeon se&lt;br /&gt;jisme maine khoj ki&lt;br /&gt;oos najini ka&lt;br /&gt;jo kirahti hai abhi oonchaiyon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now we came back to our college where talking with girl is like a crime so i was loosing my chance day to day even for a talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dheere dheere&lt;br /&gt;beetate ye pal mahine saal&lt;br /&gt;bante ja rahe the ,&lt;br /&gt;aur sari chah meri&lt;br /&gt;dil me hi kumhla rahe the .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ki ek din aisa hua ki mand baithi&lt;br /&gt;saamne kooch padh rahi thi ,&lt;br /&gt;dard ka shola choopaye&lt;br /&gt;aap hi se ladh rahi thi .&lt;br /&gt;ki shaktyiyan saari jutakar&lt;br /&gt;maintumhare paas aaya ,&lt;br /&gt;baat ke fir silsile se&lt;br /&gt;main tumhe kooch jaan paaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oos samay socha nahi tha ki&lt;br /&gt;tum hamari jindagi me&lt;br /&gt;is tarah se chha sakogi&lt;br /&gt;ki tumhari yaad me&lt;br /&gt;mai likh sakoonga&lt;br /&gt;wo sabhi kooch&lt;br /&gt;jo hamari jindagi se yun&lt;br /&gt;kabhi naa mit sakega..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now the college days are over And this is time for bidding adieu… And I knew that this is going to be last time when we are facing each other but still I hope I will meet her someday some where...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;aur....&lt;br /&gt;aaj fir jab sonchta hoon,&lt;br /&gt;ki kooch hi samay me&lt;br /&gt;ye milan ka silsila&lt;br /&gt;shesh(end) jab ho jayega&lt;br /&gt;har shaksh(man) is jahan ki&lt;br /&gt;bheed me kho jaayega&lt;br /&gt;to kaun sunega pahron pahar(for hours)&lt;br /&gt;bak bak (nonsense) hamari&lt;br /&gt;kaun bolega chidhkar&lt;br /&gt;ja too jeeta mai haari .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aur yaad karke&lt;br /&gt;in palon ko&lt;br /&gt;main sada hi ghoomta rah jaunga ,&lt;br /&gt;ashq(tears) aankhon me chhuppaye&lt;br /&gt;main tumhe dhoondhta rah jaoonga.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;--Brajesh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2495379104323997673-5552308201202407366?l=brajesh-merimahfil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brajesh-merimahfil.blogspot.com/feeds/5552308201202407366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2495379104323997673&amp;postID=5552308201202407366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2495379104323997673/posts/default/5552308201202407366'/><link 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