I have many Jaat friends. There are mostly jaat in my village. We have grown a good bond with the Jaat community. Our Sarpanch is a jaat; he is a good friend of my father. (It means my father has a political influence in the village.) He is a Sarpanch, but his dad is a Pro-Sarpanch. He always wears white clothes, having a hukka in his hands. Once he had a gossip with my dad, my cousin, an electrician, arrived there.

\ Sitting on the bench under tree In the green field, you with me Sharing earphones and the song We spend time there, hours long. Talking and watching the sunset Shoulders make your head rest We take the dream of rest of life How good is having you as wife.\ Looking deep into your gray eyes Lethem go where the love birds fly Getting closer, then our lips met

Hi, My name is Shyam Sunder. People call me Shyam, sam, and many more. If you want, you can give me another name, I really don’t care. For the last few months, this blog has been a lot to me; it has converted from just a platform to share my poems to a source of inspiration for writing. This blog has been an essential part of my life. Every day of every week, I think about this blog, and I care about the content.

सपनों को बना ले अट्टालिका और ध्यान भुला दे मतवाली का तू अकेला अलग अनेकों में है, पर मिलेगा वही जो तेरे लेखों में है। पुरानी यादों को बेच बाँट जला दे यूँ कबाड़ी सा कबाड़ना अच्छा नहीं वर्तमान में जी, भविष्य की सोच यूँ गड़े मुर्दे उखाड़ना अच्छा नहीं। किसी के नाम के आगे दिल लगाया तूने भी किसी से था दिल लगाया पर क्या इश्क़ करके कुछ पाया