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Older than civilization itself there's a city; Yes you guessed it right, holy serene Kashi. Abode of the one who is even older than time; Yes you guessed it right, Yogi Shiva of mine. Serene holy Ganges and beautiful Ghats; Kashi lives in all social and solitary hearts. Daswamedh, ManMandir, Scindia, Manikarnika; Ghats explain life and death as pious as Swastika. Kashi connecting ancient wisdom to modern philosophy; Opening the attributes of epistemology. Different dimension in Kashi Vishwanath Temple; Environs of enlightening energy is ample. Aside from hustle-bustle of life; together say, Harhar Mahadev Shambhu; Kashi Vishwanath Gange. -dpbian Serene holy Ganges and beautiful Ghats; Kashi lives in all social and solitary hearts.

These walls among-st whom I lay down, The warmth and bleak life pronounce, Haziness shuts all paths that you may find, Muzzy thoughts makes you anxious and then blind. Several rays of lame hope you're with, To find the true hope is the real twist. This where I realized, What growing up be like. I've grown from“bits of paper” to “binary bits”, And I’ve seen many goods and some filthy shits. Life for me is sometimes a hell sometimes heaven, How nice would it’ve been if I had a friend. Who would listen me, care me and not leave me like a trend. Well whatever one great thing I learnt, You should be friend not trend, You should make friend not trend. -dpbian

Wondering what happiness is for me, Is it some material thing, well what can it be. Driving a fascinating car or a swifty bike, Nah that's not near for what I like. For me happiness is to just go there, Sit for hours and watch them appear. Not being surrounded by many human beings, Silver water flowing, I love them seeing. Sitting on the walkway bridge, I saw, Beneath me passes a pigeon with shiny claw. Birds from trees singing dulcetly, And then nature goes musically. Hanging are my legs down the walkway bridge, Soul healing environment can't be bought by prestige. This is the place where ends my suffer, Nature wants to tell me something but I can't infer. Wind blowing gently, followed by a breeze. Rustling are the leaves like they are dancing with ease. Water and stones quarreling, making the clatter, All the time they did was giving me a flatter. -dpbian The "Walk Way Bridge" "Hanging are my legs dow...

"Some day....." I wrote like this to her, We were not good but friends of each other, That's what she perhaps thought,  But for me it was definitely not.  She didn't knew I was in love with her, I don't know whether it was her soul or body, Because for me it was still shady.  Well whatever it may be I was attracted, To a girl who borrowed her skin from moon, Her eyes from stars and smile from a table spoon. Her heart is clear as Ganges in Gangotri And her mind is sharp like the top of an X-mas tree. Ah! Her hair, sign of extreme beauty, Not quite long but black and silky. Melody of a sitar and pitch of a flute, Both come together and made her voice cute.  I'm not born to see god so let it be her, I would love to spend all our life together. Never got a chance to spend time neither to talk,  Oh yeah! I was absolutely not supported by my clock.  Or I had many but never pulled up 'Cause I thought I'll get t...

Walking through the streets, I saw Someone was breaking the law. In the corridor of the market, He was wearing a thin blanket. It was sizzling cold, Though he stood bold. Starving to death by hunger, He was in the shop. Had no money and asked to give him some bread, Shopkeeper had no mercy only dread. Because of his dressing sense, Shopkeeper grew more tense. Hunger killed the shopkeeper, And the creature ran up like creeper. Having something to eat in his hand, He was much above the land. After the hunger stopped, He had many thoughts. Convict was in fear, And had some tear. Whether the food comes from grace or sin, But he didn’t want to become thin. To satisfy needs of his tummy, Everyone needs money. To earn money; one needs work, And with work life becomes perk. ……… So we must work very hard, To not feel guilty from our heart. And we must remember work shouldn’t be rude, But instead,it must be good. -dpbian ...

Earlier I had a look, To a beautiful brook, But day by day and night by night, As the sands of time passed by, The brook turned into a gigantic cry, With water dirty black and plants did die, And humans wanted a overfly. It took thirty seconds to cross that bridge, But many years for that brook to come beneath bridge. That thirty seconds gave me a look, How intelligently we drained that brook. That's why I say humans are great crook. Earlier I had a look, To a beautiful brook. Now I look it again, That horrible sight gives me pain, Again and again more pain I gain. That sight keeps flashing in my mind, And broke my dream of utopian world, Now I believe my dream was inert. That bridge was sign of developed human civilisation, What faces of ours will be portrayed to our advanced future generation. -dpbian                       ...

Well Divya Prakash Bhardwaj is a company of atoms making an interesting pattern so that it is a perfect medium to contain my soul. For the time being these atoms do not break the deal among themselves and stop functioning I will exist and most probably respond to all your hiis. The complex version of who I am is I’m a human being. I’m a human being with a few in fact very few talents at some of the most useless things known to the mankind. So since my birth I’m having a very tough time living on this planet; adjusting to it’s environment, animals and it’s people. Though plants are the kind of species that I like (not all of them, obviously) because they have tendency to not react on how much you bore them, either with your talks or with your face. I belong to that privileged section of society where humans got houses to live unaffected by weather, more than enough food to eat, access to the internet, some pair of good clothes to cover my naked born body and enough money to cover...