Sondhi's writing journey

                                                                        मेरा चंदा मेरा चंदा घुमे   पृथ्वी   के चारो   और एक दिन   मैं   तार जैसा दुसरे दिन मोटा ओर हर दिन बड़ता जाय एक दिन फिर ऐसा ऐया मेरा चंदा खूब फैलया आसमान मैं पूरा चमका चारों और फलाई चांदनी ये   दिन सबको याद है रहता तबी ये चोदवी का चाँद   कहलाता मेरा चंदा मेरा चंदा आसमान मैं दिखता रोज़ मैं भी चमकूँ चंदा   जैसा रोज़ रोज़ और हर रोज़

Licking wounds and   waiting for luck to come my way   appears to be prediction of unsatisfied soul. Luck is what is   made by you you wish to get it no where to go find in yourself it is waiting for you You are licking your wounds luck is waiting to listen her sounds come out of engulfed   bounds The sun is shining and you will shine Luck is nothing but a   matter of fate May not be   found in the wind or spate you are the one to win over the luck Many paths are waiting   strong and sound just stop licking your own wounds.; old sad memories if remembered forever it may alive many a burn and smolder keeping these gathered in heart so deep whenever we thing we loose our sleep Get rid of past steer your life On a wheel that go fast making no sounds And just stop liking your wounds.