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हवा का रुख है बदला , या जुड़ गई दो तकदीरें , कहने को गुज़रा एक लम्हा , पर बन गई यादें यह तसवीरें ....  आईना है साफ़ पर, नज़र धुंधलाई सी है , सवाल हा आज पर , कल की फ़िक्र छाई सी है ..  फिर आँखों में न खो जाएँ , मोहब्बत की लगाम को थामो , यूँ हम बहक न जाएँ , फिर न ऐसे मुस्कुराओ , तकदीरें बदलने के शौक रखने वाले का , ऐतबार करना चाहे दिल अब उपरवाले का  Medhavi, 11-01-13

 हूँ मैं खूबसूरत , या  तेरी नज़र का कमाल है , आज फिर तुझसे पुछा , वही एक पुराना सवाल है , क्यूँ करते हो मोहब्बत हमसे इतनी , की सांस भी नहीं आती हमें देखे बिना , क्यूँ करते हो इबादत हमारी इतनी , की खुदा को भी हम में ढूंढते हो सदा ... Medhavi 11-01-12

प्यार की शायद कोई हद तय की जा सकती , कोई गिनती, कोई सरहद तय की जा सकती , प्यार को काश कोई नाम दिया जाता , कोई मंजिल , कोई अंजाम दिया जाता ... तो शायद प्यार की सीमाएं होती, शाखाएं होती , सदायें होती , दायरों से घिरा वजूद भी होता , प्यार का फिर कोई नया रूप भी होता ... मगर प्यार तोह यूँ ही सही है हर मायीनों में , क्यूंकि नहीं घिरा है यह कायदों से , प्यार को आज़ाद , पाक ही रहने दो, क्यूंकि प्यार में मिलावटों की जगह नहीं होती , इससे यूँ ही बेपरवाह  सा ख्वाब रहने दो , की इसमें घब्राहतों की जगह नहीं होती ...

Life is a circle of events. The chapter we left incomplete and moved  on thinking that it would never come in our way, crosses our life in a  manner that we certainly can't afford to ignore. We have to face  it, answer all the questions and justify the past acts. Its not  possible to complete everything that you start, but make sure you don't  leave it incomplete at the cost of hurting someone or breaking someone  down and if u do it then be prepared and be man enough to face the same in  future. Its not possible to win every argument or fight or  competition, but its possible to perform and give your best. Yo u may not get the result there and then, but you'll certainly get the  result of the hard work at some point of time, if not for yourself  then for somebody else and you'll get it and then you might get the answer of why you  failed the last time. Your friends change with age and time. Not because they stop caring  but they stop investing. By investing I mean

I have been falling in love since I was just 4 years of age. I remember coming back from school and telling my mother that mom, I'm gonna marry this cute guy in my class. He had to change his school and eventually we got out of touch. Then for me, love happened when I was in 4th grade and it was my actual first crush. Oh my god, I remember that all day long I used to gaze at him, even during my exams. He shifted to the senior branch the next year and after almost a year I got to see him. It was a great feeling. I remember that I was so crazy that I followed him wherever he went. I knew everything about him, his favourites, his bus number and his phone number. Oh, I can still memorise it as I used to call him 'n' number of times in a day and couldn't speak a word when he picked up the phone. I could never gather the courage to talk to him but just sent him greetings without my name on it but a tag 'secret admirer'. My friends told him about my feelings for him