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Then I glanced at upon that hill

As I was moving along the road I glanced upon that hill and for some strange reason I got drawn toward it.

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Green Valley

Such a contrast to tall concrete structures
my horizon is not shaped by the straight lines and arcs...

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रूखा सूखा थका हारा जब मैं वहां पहुंचा
सोचा था कुछ देर आराम करूंगा उस पेड के नीचे
पर इस सूरज ने तो मेरे हिस्से की छाँव भी जला दी
थका हूँ तो क्या... अभी हारा हूँ तो क्या...
चलो अब इस सूरज से ही दौड़ लगाते हैं... देखते हैं कब तक ये जलेगा
शाम बस होने को है

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Pink flowers of Nashik

Pink Flower Trees , Tarun Chandel Photoblog

Happy 15th of August!!!
Wishing pink of health for our nation in the coming year!!!

Pink flowers of Nashik

Pink Flowers Wind Mills , Tarun Chandel Photoblog

Pink flowers of Nashik

Pink Flowers Farm Wind Mills Nashik , Tarun Chandel Photoblog

Pink flowers of Nashik

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Wind Mills up and close

Wind Mill Blades, Tarun Chandel Photoblog

तेज़ हवाओं से डरना क्या
उनसे तो बिजली चुरा लाता हूँ मैं

सपनो से लड़ना क्या
उनमे तो एक संसार बसा लेता हूँ मैं

Wind Mills of Nashik, up and close

Wind Mills Nasik, Tarun Chandel Photoblog

Wind Mills of Nashik, up and close

Nashik Wind Mill, Tarun Chandel Photoblog

Wind Mills of Nashik, up and close

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Nashik Wind Mills

रात भर सर्द हवा चलती रही
रात भर हमने अलाव तापा
मैंने माज़्ही से कई खुश्क सी शाखें काटी
तुमने भी गुज़रे हुए लम्हों के पत्ते तोड़े
मैंने जेबों से निकली सभी सूखी नज्में
तुमने भी हातों से मुरझाये हुए ख़त खोले
अपनी इन आँखों से मैंने कई मांजे तोड़े
और हातों से कई बासी लकीरें फेंकी
तुमने पलकों पे नमी सूख गयी थी, सो गिरा दी
रात भर जो मिला उगते बदन पर हमको
काट के डाल दिया जलते अलावों मै उसे
रात भर फूकों से हर लौ को जलाये रखा
और दो जिस्मों के इंधन को जलाये रखा
रात भर बुझते हुए रिश्ते को तापा हमने

- गुलज़ार

Nashik Wind Mills

Tarun Chandel

Old Green Tree

A small kid used to play around my trunk
As he grew stronger, he started climbing my branches
He used to spend all his evenings trying to scale the branches
He wanted to look beyond the hills, where sun used to hide in the evening
I remember as a young boy he carved some lovely names on me
I also remember him excited when he got a chance to go beyond the hills to pursue his dreams
He did return one day full of smiles had a young boy of his own and lovely wife
They sat in my shade unpacked their lunches and ate
The father tried chasing the son on my branches as the mother collected some dried leaves for the fire
It was a cold evening yet they stayed way beyond the sunset
The mother, father and son had a nap under my shade maybe dreaming for a safer future...

Sometimes in the evenings, like a child, I stand on my tiptoes and spread my branches to see beyond those hills...