Cave of darkness

Koshish kara rahi thi ye ankhe uss ee dekhne ko..
Rauk raha tha kaun jane isko...

Tarash rahe the ye kaan awaz uska
Sunn ne ko...
Rauk raha tha kaun jane isko...

Badh rahe the ye kadam hazil karne manzil ko...
Rauk raha tha kaun jane isko..

Nikal rahe the sabd dil se iss rukavat hatane ko...
Rauk raha tha kaun jane isko..

Socha sab ne milke fariyad iski karte he hum apne dimag ko...
Khola dimag rukavat bane huve iss taale ko...
Dekha ankho ne uss roshni ko..
Suna un kanno ne wo awaz ko...
Hazil kar liya un kadamo ne wo manzil ko...
Milke bole sab ye dimag hi tha jo laya bahar wo andheri gufa se humko

One last ride

"The Struggle of life continues irrespective of the place you are " ,

With this simple thought i was on my one last ride to pune , assuming it would as simple as packing the bags and sit in the bus but believe me it's way more difficult to leave a place which taught you some of the important lessons of life. when i came here for the first time i carried just bag of clothes, a laptop and a box full of hope thinking how will i survive in this place without friends or rather say without everyone but it all begin with bus ride from room to institute , a evening walk on the streets exploring myself , set of interviews teaching how to digest defeat and much more, it didn't made me weak but changed me to a stronger person then i was before. though i am not achieving a grand thing from this place but the things this place taught i can definitely say no one could have ever taught me. Well not with over confidence but with a belief , Whenever the story of my struggle will be open to world , pune would be a important chapter of it.

Though officially it would my last ride to pune but i will keep coming to you to learn more , to explore more. Keep me motivated and bless with more strength then you gave me till date.

Thank you pune :-)