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BHARAT-and youth

College life gave me a window, from where I could look around and get a glimpse of the society. Living with students from almost all states of a country like India, is a great experience. The India that I used to see as school kid and the India that I see today have a lot of dissimilarities . As a school student, I was taught, that India is a country where lord Rama goes to the kutiya(hut) of Shabari(a bheel) and eats the fruits served by her (which she tasted before serving.). India is a country where Gautam Budha took birth and spread the message on non-violence and brotherhood throughout the world. The India that I see now is a crowd of young people, fasinated by the developed nation and their technological advancement.

The youth of today(in India) find rock music and western culture more appealing and try to follow that. Most of the Indian youngsters found banging there heads in a rock concert, are hardly aware of what is being played. I am not against western mu…

KYA KAHOON(Hindi poem)

Mere kavitaaoon ko lekar, aasmaan mein udd jaana
barish kee boondon mein ghull karr, dhartee pe phir gir jaana

Dharte mein ek beej millega, mill karr ussko battla
"baahar duniya bahut matalabi, soch-samagjh baahar aana"

Ey mere aawaz tu jaana, chataanon se takkrana
Waheen ghaatiyon-phoolon ke pehloo mein tum soo jaana..



Emptiness

Closing my eyes I asked to Thee,
Why there's this darkness, this vanity...?
Speechless and thoughtless, I lay here..
feeling sad in this jocund company .

Lost in these thoughts I went asleep
'n' woke-up with the door-bell beep
here comes one more pal I had
face having smiles, 'n' bulls buried deep

This emptiness, so profound
with not a giggle 'n' any jolly sound ..
leaves me wondering who we are
Again I lay here alone 'n' astound.

KATHPUTALI(Hindi poem)

Sone kee kathputali(puppet) hai- chaande kee dor(strings)
Na jaane kisske hanth mein hain doroon ke chor(ends)

Aate hai kathputali aur oothta hai shoor
naache hai kathputalee jaisse banbaa mein mor
haaye re kathputali, haaye-haaye re dor

girrte hai kathputali, phir uthatee hai dor
na karrte kuch kathputali, sabb karaatee hai dor
na jaane kisske haanth mein hain doroon ke chor.

Sone kee kathputali(puppet) hai- chaande kee dor
Na jaane kisske hanth mein hain doroon ke chor

CHALTA CHALA GAYA(Hindi poem)

Samay kee tej dhaar pe machalta chala gaya
main khud hee appne aap ko challta chala gaya

Kabhee kisse raah parr koi milla nahi
Aankhein kissee yaar ke liye taras gayein
Kabhee bhare bazaar se nikallta chala gaya
Main khud hee appne aap ko challta chala gaya

Samay kee tej dhaar pe machalta chala gaya
main khud hee appne aap ko challta chala gaya

Bhaiya jee

"India is a sovereign nation. Here we have unity in diversity."
Stuff like these were taught to us when we were in school. I used to feel so proud to be a citizen of such a great nation. I dreamed of spending my whole life in India, trying to explore it to the fullest.

Now, when I am young enough to understand the things around me, I find that the teachers actually lied to us. India is not what the books say. Where is the unity in diversity? Candidates from north India go to Maharastra for their railways exams and there they find their brothers with their knuckles tight. Then the violence against the Christians, the Hindu-Muslim issues.....
Well, if I leave India aside for a while and look around, I see my college. This place has got students from all parts of the country..but again, the same old story...who goes wrong?...me, you or is it human nature.

I don't want things to be this way, you don't want the things to be this way then why are the things t…

GOD WEPT ALL NIGHT

(The wide-spread violence all around the world, leaves God in tears)

A drop of dew on a blade of grass
asked me to lay and look across

So I do, what it say
keep staring, dead I lay
I can't find anything there
except the glitter and a glare

the dew now slowly disappears
making me sad and leaving me in tears
A drop slips down my sad face
now the grass-blade holds it with grace

The tear looks same as the dew I saw
'n' before any conclusion I could draw..
I hear the red skies shout from that height
-"God wept his eyes-out all night"...

Pursuit of happiness

My pursuit of happiness, made me pursue knowledge
Knowledge dragged me away from the materialism, so profound
and here I am, thinking about my country
The "I" is gone and what I see is a crowd of billions of people and
their journey in their pursuit of happiness.....................

सरिताएं

ये मेरी कैसी कविताएँ, कवियें ये आखर सरिताएं
सरिताएं की जिनमें डूब में जाऊं
डूब के इन्में क्या में पाऊँ
अब तुमको कैसे बतलाऊँ
ना पाऊँ में सीप या मोती
मोती के अन्दर जो होती
वो ज्योति ये सरिताएं
ये मेरी कैसी कविताएँ

सरिताओं की धार में आया
आ कर अपना जी बहलाया
पर बोलो सरिताओं ने क्या पाया
न पाई वो सीप या मोती
न पाई वो निर्मल ज्योति
फिर क्यूँ बहतीं ये सरिताएं

ये मेरी कैसी कविताएँ,
कविताएँ ये आखर सरिताएं

BALLOONS

When a child gets a balloon, he becomes very happy. He plays with it for some time and then either the balloon bursts or flies away from him. the child starts crying. He feels as if he has lost something.
Now, why does someone develops any sort of attachment to a thing which a property to fly away or to get destroyed, like a balloon? People around us are like balloons and they all will one day fly away. But we still make relationships with them....after all, the child within us is still there.

STOP GUIDING ME

Stood there, all alone and I was happy
I was exactly what I wanted to be
Someone whispers from behind my shoulders
and asks me to move and lift those heavy boulders
They say that I have got "That" in me
something which great and only they can see

They push me in the battle field
with a sword and a heavy shield
Now I am a warrior and they are happy
but I am not what I wanted to be.....
I am not what I wanted to be....

I was free, with not a single desire
They were the one, who lit the fire
I had to jump in the web of pain
The fire is gone in a single rain

Now I am troubled and am wondering were to go?
There's no one to tell and I don't know
surrounded by these ugly creatures
these haveing deadly features
I'll be stabbed, once I show my back

I am afraid and I am tired
don't know when I'll be fired
give me a hand and pull me out
I need nothing, o' i am sure
my heart was, and is still very pure

Thank you , O' dear CREATOR for your precious gift(life)
but it's now too heavy…

MY TASK AND MY SOUL

It's me and you here, the only two
There's a task ahead and there's a lot to do
The path ahead is long and a treacherous one
We'll have to walk and sometimes run
We can't wait and have any fun
as, there's a task ahead and there's a lot to be done...

My feet may bleed, as I don't have any shoes
but ii don't have anything..(and thus)
have nothing to loose
A single path lays ahead, none to choose
There's a task ahead and there's a lot to do

I can walk all day and night
all I need is a ray of light
I'll need you , if I loose my sight
the task can't be left undone
so walk by dear chase the sun.......

NOISY SILENCE

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Your silence is disturbing me
You are hiding something ,I know
and that's all what I can see

Please tell if I ask you
as true friends like me are very few
share your happiness and sorrows too
show your wounds, whatever they may be
Your silence is disturbing me.

You need not walk alone any more
All your wounds, I'll cure
from all your pains, I'll make you free
But still....Your silence is disturbing me...