#inka palys

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Angela Olszewska e Inka Palys, por Radoslaw Pujan

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When i was in school i made this edit and the painting i made in 10th std during poster making competition.

I was in school when i feel in love with Mohan Bhatnagar...then bcz of him the story....for like 3 yrs i had madness ruling over me....i wrote sooo many poems... but they are in my old mobile... I'll have to find that stuff.... i was mad for him not completely like you, but kind of this in my own way.... you remind me of me few yrs back....i too use to capture small small details that KKK used to master and had made lots of edits the way you make these gifs.... Thank you so much fir two things, 1- you're keeping the love for kkk alive and as a fan I love to go through your stories!!! 2- you're giving me lovely nostalgia of little me!!! Lots of love to you dear!!! Keep Muskurana

I very sweet message from Kunal Karan Kapoor’s fan to me.

Hey there! It's me again....yaar memories were just doesn't leaving my mind and i looked uo for my old mobile...thankfully i found it at my first guess' place!!! And here you are...

#nbt Alag hai uski har adaa, alag hai har uska dhang, Hai itna pyaara ki har insaan jata hai uske rang me rang, Acchai ka hai bhara varish usme phut phut k, Dusro k bhale k liye apnaye dukh duniya bhar k, Prem ho chahe desh prati ya maa prati, Ya ho chahe megha prati ya addu prati, Chavvanni va jaan ki kasam, tha uska bilkul saccha, Aur than le koi baat to rehne de na koi dhaga kaccha, Auro ki tarah usko bhi aazmaya zindagi ne kafi, Lekin auro ki tarah na hokar zindagi ko bhi di usne maafi, Sikhaya usne dene ko sahara girte hue ko, Sudharne ka mauka pyaarse diya usne harek ko, Nahi pata ki sach me koi aisa hoga ya nai, Par meri iccha v koshish hai banane ko vahi, Bahut sikhe hai path maine is spiderman se, Jise utarne hai jeevan me pure dilse, Na keval Beera par sikhna hai bahut kuch sab ko, Ant me dher sara pyaar pyaare Mohan Bhatnagar ko...

This one is on Mohan Bhatnagar in general

#nbt1 Bole patrkaar saab apni ada se 'bee yaaar', Hui khafa mirchi aur pucha 'kab bani main teri yaaar', Sacchi bolu to yeh jane na vo na Monu na main, Par mazedar iski dastaan yeh hai bilkul pakka tai, Bole patrkaar saab ada se us mirchi madam ko, 'Adha adhura kuch na karo, Chahe vo bharosa hi ho', Kab jag se zyada aitbaar hone laga us par, Malum hua hi nahi, Kab uska faisla antim ban gaya har dafa, Pata chala hi nahi, Bole patrkaar saab dilbar andaz se, Hue jo dono uske uprant juda humnawai se, 'Pyaar to main tumse karta hun Megha', Aur sun kar yeh baras gaye Megha ki aankho se katra, Bole patrkaar badi ho shiddat se, Umeed se the unke nain tarse, K 'jhuth na bolo khud se, Mano hai ulfat tumhe bhi humse', 'Kyu hai yeh galat femi jane tumhe' Kiye phir kuch fizul shikve usse, Bole patrkaar phir bade dard se, Jaan chuke the jo gile the yeh bade bedard se, 'Himmat chahiye sach manane ke liye, Nahi jurrat kyu tuhjme khud ko sach bolne ki, Nahi kyu tu raazi apna pyar kabul karne ko' Jawab me iske wahid muh pher liya Sanam ne, Bebas hue patrkaar aur chal diye gam leke sine me, Phir tuta mirchi madam ka sabra, Jaise phuta ho unki naino se katro ka abra, 'Han hai muhje bhi tumse muhabbat, Han chupati hun tumse yeh baat, Par kya jano tum chayiye kitni takat, Sach janakar bhi reh ne k liye khamosh, Hai tumhari khushiyo ki Dehshat, Tabhi tai kare lab rehne ko khamosh'

This one is on love story of Meghan.... I'm sure the scenes will play in your mind as you go through this poem...Now below is a lonnnnng poem divided in parts....narrator is a tear in Mohan's eye who was left inspite of many occasions Monu cried and has hence seen the whole journey of MB and it describes in some this manner

#nbt1 Part#1 Ek ashk main aur meri yeh kahani, Rehta tha jiski nain me uski yeh kahani, Rok rakha tha muhje behnese, Taki tanik bhi na bura lage unhe, Jinhe vo bulaya karta tha, Jinhe vo pukara karta tha, Maa aur Guru k naam se, Aur ji leta tha desh aur insaniyat k kaam se, Phir maine ek din jhanka apni khidki se, Dikhi ek pyaari pari chalki masumiyat jiske nain se, Mere jaise katre ko, Ankho me na sama kar, Sar sar beh rahe the uski palko se, Dekha nahi gaya jo mere malikse, Bane sahara ve us bacchi k har ek katre ka, Aur tab laga ki aaya samay mera harsh me rang k behne ka, Par tabhi mulakat hui, Dikhai pada tabhi vanhi, Ek satark chehra, Thana jo kiya vo usne, Nahi haar mani jag se kabhi jisne, Aur dhire dhire bhaane lagi jisko, Meri khidki yani malik ki aankhe, Jisme chupa betha tha main ek sacchai leke, Tab shayed jake shuru ek mahan prem kahani, Jo muhje to lagta tha ho gai thi shuru jane kab ki, Manaya gaya sab k dil ko, Manaya gaya duniya ko, Laga aayi ab khushiyo ki bahaar, Jab kiya sab ne ek duje ko pyaar ka izhaar, Par jane kab ve bahaar beet gai aur aaya patjhad, Jane kyu gam ka sama gaya kismat pe chadh, Aa gaya mera malik se juda hone ka vakt laga muhje, Vo bhi gam k mare jisse hue the khidki k kinare suje, Par beh gaye sare sathi aur bach gaya main, Main ek ashk aur meri yeh kahani, Rehta tha jiski nain me uski yeh kahani... 

  #nbt2 Part#2(1) Ek ashk main aur meri yeh kahani, Rehta tha jiski nain me uski yeh kahani, Han to beet gayi phulo ki bahaar, Sang aaye gam k saaye beshumar, Jiski nain me betha betha main udas pada, Lage muhje k ab agle hi pal main khidkise bahar gira, Par tab hua ek karishma, Aur main khidki k kinare ruka, Parilok ki sabse sundar, Svarglog ki sabse pyari, Ek 'angel' thi malik k haath me, Jisse dekh k dil bhar gaya beintaha sneh se, Sang uske jeena shuru kiya dubara, Acchai pe aitbaar hua dubara, Beete aise thodi khushiyan thode gam thodi umeedo me aath saal, Keval main hi dekhu aur jaanu asal kya tha unka haal, Phir hawa ka jhonka aaya, Laya vahi yaade apne sang, Atit aankho k samne khada, Umeedo ki bahar liye sang, Par kaashh zindagi ne thodi rehmat dikhayi hoti, To aise achhe insaan ne aisi nafrat na sahi hoti, Ek aur is nifray ka silsila chalu raha, Duji aur purani muhabbat ka silsila phirse shuru hua, Har chehre pe chahi umeed, Har lamhe pali ek umeed, Laga ab to sare dar khule khushiyon k, Nahi masla koi aur sivay us nafrat k, Tab hi sunayi de ek aur khabar, Us bacchi jo thi ab dusro k liye kafi badi, Saajne ja rahi apne haath mehndi, Mila use malik jaisa pyaar karnewala koi,aisa vo kehndi, Hota aisa to khushi to zarur hoti muhje, Par yah tajurbadhari katra keh raha hai tuhje, Malik ne kiya hai acchai aur sacchai se pyaar sada, Aur chavanni ko unse zyada chah sakta nahi koi kada,

#nbt2 Part#2(2) Par phir maalik hi ne to kaha hai, Har rishte ki ek alag garima hai, Bhai ka pyaar alag, Pita ka pyaar alag, Pati ka pyaar alag, Aur maa ka pyaar alag, Yeh sunke apni nafrat ko ek taraf rakh k, Vo mana to sahi nibhane pyaarbhare rasme bhai k, Aur aaya nazdik vo din, Laga jayega jo mere gire bin, Par bhula main tab ek baat, Juda jab ho ek beti babul se, Aur inka to tha aur bhi gehra saath, Tab kaise bache ek bhi ashk nain me, Aakhri aansu tab banke main tapka, Janha mila aisa hi anmol aakhri katra, Jo gira dulhan ki nain se, Jo nihare meri khidki pyaar se, Muhje laga rehta tha, Khushi k rang me rang k bahu, Gam k saye me chipke bahu, Bebasi ko dikhane bahu, Tanhai ko mitane bahu, Ya naino ko svachh karneko bahu, Aaye pal in sab k, Par bach gaya nain me, Aur aaj main beh gaya jane inme se kaunse dhang me, Thi yeh to meri kahani, Samajhana na use sirf pani, Iske baad hue mere aur malik k do raah alag, Asha yahi k unki zindagi se saare gam jaye sulag, Main ek ashk aur meri thi yeh kahani, Rehta tha jiski nain me uski yeh choti kahani...

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Angela Olszwska e Inka Palys, por Radoslaw Pujan