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Indian Writing

written by: Sunny Rana


Oh, what should this heart say?
Who’ll hear it in this noise of the crowd anyway?
Maybe, the voice is not too strong,
or maybe this crowd doesn’t like the voice of my heart.
Noise passed by,
Without being heard.
Your consent to be together
Of which I dreamt,
It got scattered in the roar of the crowd,
Could not stay steady on our path.
That moment got lost.
Neither could I be of the crowd
Nor could I voice my heart’s desire.
Alone in the crowd
I got lost.


Indian Writing


उफ् ये दिल अवाज़ भी क्या लगाये,
इस भीड की शोर में कौन सुन पायेगा,
हो सकता है शायद आवाज़ में दम न हो,
या इस भीड़ को ये आवाज़ पसंद न हो,
शोर कर गुज़र गए ,
बिन सुने गुज़र गए,
साथ कि रज़ा से
जिसका बुना ख्वाब था,
वो भीड़ के ही शोर में बिखरता चला गया,

संभल सके न राह में,
वो पल खोता चला गया,
न भीड़ का रह सका,
न शोर-ए-दिल सुना सका,
मैं भीड़ में अकेला,
बस खोता चला गया।


Sunny Rana

Sunny Rana

Sometimes life goes in an unfavourable direction, presenting unfitting situations, but i am trying to give my life a chance.
My name is sunny, sunny mahesh rana and my father's name is mahesh.
I am lucky that i am an artist, i have something - from which i can re-adjust my life with the scope of favourable climate.
Sunny Rana

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