Writer Anuj

Kar liya ishq humne, ab bs marna baki hai... Saari khavaisye puri hui, saari ummer tumhari hui... Ye Dil bigad ke sahambal bi liya, ab bs thammna baki hai... Daubna sikha, bheena sikha, teerakh bi ho liye... Naadi se zarna bnni, zarne se naadi hui, ab bs sagar se milna baki hai.... Kar liya ishq humne, ab bs marna baki hai… . Saara saansar choota sa lge… Sab log jaane phechane se lge… Mhaoobat ki ek se aur saara jag pyara sa lge... Dekhli saari duniya hummne, ab bs alvida khena baaki hai… Kar liya ishq humne, ab bs marna baki hai… . Aisi khusi dekhi teri mushkan me… Ki saare gumm pyaare se lge… Teri aankhon me sach saare sapne hogye… Teri baaton me sab saare apne hogye… Tujhse mille khuda se mille… Ab pta ni aur kis se milna baki hai… Kr liya ishq hummne, ab bs marrna baki hai… . Mahoobat ka har rang dekh liya… Sara aasman khud me dekh liya… Idd manani, Diwali sazzai uske sath… Quran sunni, Geeta phadi uske sath… Hindu hue, Muslama hue… Inshan bi holiye ab bs Khuda banna baki hai… K

Ilaa…                                Close to the city of Paithan, in a small village called Sauviragram, which lay along the banks of the great river Godavari, lived a woman named ilaa. Being cotton farmers, her family was well to do, but not among the richest in their area. It was the harvest season, and cotton had to be picked from the plants. The wholesalers and traders from Paithan would be arriving in just a few weeks, carrying gold and goods for barter. They would exchange what they carried for the cotton that the farmer grew. The bales of cotton had to be ready in time! Work was at its peak! But ilaa was not to be found in the fields. She was not working. Instead, she was sitting by the banks of the great river Godavari. “I am sick of this!” she grunted loudly. She was talking to her best friend; Godavari - The river. ilaa used to come here almost daily to talk to her friend. ilaa always spoke and Godavari used to listen. Sometimes Godavari used to show her reaction by mak