Self realization

विछट्ट विदुर;रोसम सुराकी मानी

अल्प वाचाल;मस्तिष्क अहममा वितत

डेग महाकाय जगरमा सरी पाउ

स्वयम् शुन्यतामा शून्य भई विलीन

ममा अहम लुप्त;मानव सामान्य

वेदना मेरो,परिताप,शोक म कल्पित;असहयय

प्रियतम प्रेमी मेरो,नितान्त हतास म

जसको अनु,यावत बखत बगी;आँत अशान्त

अथ केही अर्थबिहीन शून्य यहाँ

निदान,निर्मलता,निर्दोष मानस अन्तस्तल

खैर,बेतुका आलाप न तुक कुनै

गगनचरी सरी,हिमगिरी बराली केवल एक्लो

जब कदा अभिजित हिमशिखर,गायन गान आफ्नो

किन्तु प्रश्न?

के आर्जन गायनको ?

द्रव्य गुम र विगत?

प्रतिवचन उत्तर;निरूत्तर

strongly smart;god gifted learner

talked less and my mind full of ego of my smartness

When i step into big world

I was nothing

My ego suddenly disappear

I never was special

I was empty

My pain which i consider as unbearable

My love which i was desperate of

They all mean mean nothing to me

My purity my innocence they strength

But now that won't make any sense and doesn't matter about myself

Like a birds in jungle ,i wander mounfains alone

When i shall conquer mountains ,i will sing for myself

But question is

Will you get all lost things when you will conquer mountains

The irresistible answer ,no

So why you aren't you happy now

Why are you waiting to be happy and celebrate your life only after accomplishing achievement

Celebrate now

Celebrate every moment

Every moment is a bliss to be alive

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ए गंगा किनारे तेरे बगियामे हम चल ए गंगा किनारे तेरे बगियामे हम चल ना साम होना सुबारे तेरे संही हम सागरके और चल पढे ए गंगा किनारे तेरे बगियामे हम चल ना दुख होगी ना होगी मजबुरिया थरथरराती ये जल सी छाल होगी इन्तजार हे सफर कि एक सुबाह और नया आगम होगी ए गंगा किनारे तेरे बगियामे हम चल ना रुके तु,ना टुटे तु ये सफर ये पल ये यौवन ना देना डुबा फिरसे तैराने पढे ना जाने किस मोड पे हम,ना किनारे देखे नाही मञ्जिल ए गंगा किनारे तेरे बगियामे हम चल

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The Last Train

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Tales of tale with Nitesh

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