MOTHER AND CHILD

May 15, 2015

When left bare, unprotected, unsheltered under burning sun,

When left in lonely in forests,  infested with noxious creatures,

When left alone to sink in tsunami, tornado and tempest,

Blessings of mother is always there to protect you and hug you.

She is always there to take all the pains, sorrows and miseries,

Protects her child from burning sun but she open to hot sun;

Protects her child from biting cold but she is bare under snow;

Mother remains hungry and thirsty but feeds her child a plenty.

Mother lives and dies with only a religion, to bless and to pray;

To shower all the joys and pleasures of the world,

And ready to suck all ill omens and bad luck;

So that her child can live with highest joy and bliss.

In the lap of mother lies the Heavens on earth,

In her blessings, blesses the angel Himself.

TERROR AND JIHAD

May 15, 2015

Fixed and tyrannical mind,

Demanding  blind submission,

And ready to  slay one and all,

Who questions the dreadful faith.

Jihadis claim unlimited rights,

And brand him infidel,

And subject to brutal death,

Who tries to make them man.

Kills for a cause quoted in hate,

Crime against humanity,

For him the highest faith,

Killing is his only faith and ideology.

Abhor peace and silence,

Game of death he finds in Book,

For his green paints the land red,

Soul dead and body in shroud.

Never spares neither man nor God,

He is not a man but a killing machine,

Killing and death is his game,

Pray for the death of Jihadi and with his faith.

JOY OF LUXURY

May 15, 2015

Joy is an epithet, hunt for recognition;

Carried by all souls, leading to completeness.

Yearning  to march apart and noticed;

With a declaration of fulfillment,

Announcement of best self.

Dazzling the finest persona and uniqueness.

Alluring luxurious elegance,

Designed for excellence for life and living,

Craving flawless, graceful and  beautiful,

Add majesty and splendor of Joy of Luxury …

LIFE AND MAN

May 15, 2015

Life and man move together,

Like life and death living together.

He is a fraction of,

The walking shadows,

Dead or alive,

Only Almighty God decides,

Haunted by graves and graveyards;

Black Mondays to Sundays;

Cold and dark January to December,

Where game of death is,

The only reality of life and time…..

QUOTA MADNESS

May 15, 2015

Quotas and quotas,

The swelling of sluggishness, digging the nation down,

Never ending holocaust and depression,

For merit and excellence.

Here the Koel stammers its dying throat,

Here the naught smells all the flowers,

Here great gurus and scholars are unemployed,

Dying un-noticed and un-recognized.

Here pot-bellied Buddha only smiles,

On this game of death.

In this sleeping nation,

The great all – all knowing,

Know nothing,

Who remembering the dark days,

Shown by false Messiah V.P.Singh,

Who declared merit a curse,

To be zero, a hero but with a tag of quota.

N.B: This poem is a tribute to Late Sarita Dewedi, a Brahman girl, from Village Malha, Kakori, UP., India who committed suicide for not getting job due to caste based reservation/quota system in India.

V.P.Singh- Former Prime Minister of India, who implemented Mandal Commission recommendation, which gave reservation/quotas to certain castes in India. Large number of youth committed suicides and self immolated, opposing caste based quota system.

Read –  Amar Ujala, Friday, 8 May, 2015.

Read – rajastanpatrica.com, 14 May, 2015.

Read – News18, 14 May, 2015.

Read – www.jagran.com, 14 May, 2015.

NEPAL EARTHQUAKE

May 15, 2015

Lives were rattled in a moment,

Only devastation and devastation!!!!

The empire of death and destruction,

Deaths, blood, wounded and  Hunger!!!

Crying, wailing but no solace.

The hunger, the sweat, the cries,

Trying to beat – the death and time.

Wounded hands – assisting wounded;

Broken back, legs and hands,

Struggling to re-start – once again.

Disheveled hairs, malodorous bodies,

Yet from sunrise to moon rise,

Struggling between life or no life;

Even stars hide and refuse to shine for them,

Only silence of dark and death – their dreams.

They need love, care and blessings,

But media, NGOs, activists, all jostle;

Like butchers, scrap dealers or grave diggers;

Heaven does not smile nor hunger stop;

Death and death all the way and day, and keeps smile at bay…..

N.B: This poem is a tribute to the victims of earthquake in Nepal. ( First on 25 April, 2015 and second on 12 May, 2015.)

Indian Babu

May 14, 2015

Denouements and files;
But no work, all lies;
It came as no surprise,
To the nation or to wise.

Delusion of disaster, can’t say;
Pain and hurt, all the way;
Returning, with heavy pace, grey;
Darkness and darkness and no bright ray.

It is no shocker, low or foggy;
How much soon in life hazy,
He falls so madly in love crazy,
With the ever-lasting lethargy,

With the enduring, awe-inspiring;
Beauty of files and ugly dealings;
To endow him with a assured greasing,
But no comfort and assurance while sleeping.

Sad! We share so many of the same;
Attitude for when it starts driving insane,
I too feel a similar sense of hibernation,
Of breathing space and liberation.

N.B: This poem is a mild sarcasm on Indian bureaucracy which is ill-famous for corruption, incompetency, poor merit, un-professionalism and lethargy.

AAKASHWANI—VOICE OF THE NATION

April 3, 2015

“Hello my dear, what is that,

Radio station, I love it!”

‘It is happy listening.’

O not only me, but my father;

And his father, all loved it.

Used to awake in the dark of dawn,

Like a spirit of information.

Father, mother, brother, sister,

Neighbors, villagers, all used to rush,

To listen the world event.

Not even knowing what the voice was,

But, “You inform my Life, unknown voice.”

Same rituals go- would go on day by day.

Heart and mind were used to it,

And still startled to listen,

Perfect metaphor for news and knowledge,

Vibrator of consciousness.

–“Honey what is new…?”

–“If you give us few minutes,

We will give you the world.”

Listen to Aakaskwani,

Over and over again,

We will know the world,

–One would ever know,

To know many times over,

And open this sky-blue world,

To eyes-heart and mind.

It is Aakashwani—one and all;

Voice of the nation.
N.B.: AAKASHWANI—It is the official broadcasting radio station/system of Government of India, famous for un-biased and wide coverage of news.

ANTERDHWANI

April 3, 2015

While all of Delhi was on blaze,

Our University of  Delhi yearns–

“I’ve come here with my best gems!’

Cadets from the one corner of Delhi,

Marching out with,

Girl cadets of another corner.

While students acted with moral sense,

Arguing  with serious issues of life.

Coming out the best of all these years,

And exemplify “A self-made best,

Got into exhibiting around .”

Parade, flower show, dramas,

Project exhibition, Gyanodaya,

Music, songs, competitions;

All under one sky.

Spirit like a soldier,

Rejecting, fatigue and fear;

Like a true sports man,

Like a team and in love with

The great show ‘Anterdhwani’.

It keeps young souls going,

Rock’n roll by the grateful bolds.

Idea taken from our eventful past,

I hear the wild-exotic guitar solo,

Inspiring themes chiming in,

Get all high and took us to cloud-‘9.’

Even if I close my eyes,

Senses like I can get high,

After enjoying that fine sweet.

“Goddess Saraswati will bless again,

In the Temple of Knowledge again–.”

N.B:  ANTERDHWANI—is the cultural festival , organized by the University of Delhi, every year.

–नर हो न निराश करो मन को

March 25, 2015

नर हो न निराश करो मन को

कुछ काम करो कुछ काम करो
जग में रहके निज नाम करो
यह जन्म हुआ किस अर्थ अहो
समझो जिसमें यह व्यर्थ न हो

कुछ तो उपयुक्त करो तन को

नर हो न निराश करो मन को ।

संभलो कि सुयोग न जाए चला
कब व्यर्थ हुआ सदुपाय भला
समझो जग को न निरा सपना

पथ आप प्रशस्त करो अपना
अखिलेश्वर है अवलम्बन को

नर हो न निराश करो मन को ।

जब प्राप्त तुम्हें सब तत्त्व यहाँ
फिर जा सकता वह सत्त्व कहाँ

तुम स्वत्त्व सुधा रस पान करो

उठके अमरत्व विधान करो
दवरूप रहो भव कानन को

नर हो न निराश करो मन को ।

निज गौरव का नित ज्ञान रहे
हम भी कुछ हैं यह ध्यान रहे
सब जाय अभी पर मान रहे
मरणोत्तर गुंजित गान रहे
कुछ हो न तजो निज साधन को

नर हो न निराश करो मन को ।

– मैथिलीशरण गुप्त (Maithili Sharan Gupt)

You are Man; Don’t Upset your Heart

 

You are man; don’s upset your mind,

Do some work, do some work;

Living in this world, get some name,
Understand the value of this birth,
Ensure, that this is not wasted;
At least made suitable this body as,
You are man; don’s upset your mind.

Mind, that positive moment is not gone,

When the good act is wasted,
Don’t think this world a mere dream,
Lighten your own path yourself,
Divine powers respect self honour,
You are man; don’s upset your mind.

While you are getting all elements,

Then where can that truth go,

You taste the nectar of self respect,
Get up to legislate immortality,
Let your existence live long,

You are man; don’s upset your mind.

Always care for your self pride,

Keep this in mind, you are something;
Can loose every thing now but not the honor,
Echo the song after death
You are something , don’t see personal means;
You are man; don’s upset your mind,
Translated by : Dr.Yogesh Sharma


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