Monday, 8 August 2016

Goblet of heart

Rumi said: Whoever is loved is beautiful, but this doesn’t mean that whoever is beautiful is loved. “There are girls more beautiful than Laila,” they used to tell Majnun. “Let us bring some to you.” “I do not love Laila for her form,” Majnun would reply.

“Laila is like a cup in my hand. I drink wine from that cup. I am in love with that wine. You only have eyes for the goblet and do not know the wine. A golden goblet studded with precious stones, but containing only vinegar, what use is that to me? An old broken gourd with wine is better in my eyes than a hundred goblets of gold.”

Monday, 6 July 2015

Old Women:A letter written by an old man for his beloved

बुढिया रे

बुढ़िया, तेरे साथ तो मैंने,

जीने की हर शह बाँटी है!


दाना पानी, कपड़ा लत्ता, नींदें और जगराते सारे,

औलादों के जनने से बसने तक, और बिछड़ने तक!

उम्र का हर हिस्सा बाँटा है 

तेरे साथ जुदाई बाँटी, रूठ, सुलह, तन्हाई भी,

सारी कारस्तानियाँ बाँटी, झूठ भी और सच भी,

मेरे दर्द सहे हैं तूने,

तेरी सारी पीड़ें मेरे पोरों में से गुज़री हैं,


साथ जिये हैं 

साथ मरें ये कैसे मुमकिन हो सकता है ?

दोनों में से एक को इक दिन,

दूजे को शम्शान पे छोड़ के,

तन्हा वापिस लौटना होगा ।

बुढिया रे!

Sunday, 5 July 2015

A poem on sacrifice of two lovers



मां बाप की इज्जत को बचाया होगा उसने बेटी होने का फर्ज निभाया होगा




प्रेमिका की शादी कहीं और हो जाती है तब प्रेमी कहता है...


आज दुल्हन के लाल जोङे में उसकी सहेलियों ने सजाया होगा

मेरी जान के गोरे हाथों पर सखियों ने मेहंदी को लगाया होगा

बहुत गहरा चढेगा मेहंदी का रंगा उस मेहंदी में उसने मेरा नाम छुपाया होगा 


रह रहकर रो पङेगी जब भी उसे मेरा ख्याल आया होगा

खुद को देखेगी जब आइने में तो अक्श उसको मेरा भी नजर आया होगा

लग रही होगी एक सुंदर सी बाला चांद भी उसे देखकर शर्माया होगा


आज मेरी जान ने अपने मां बाप की इज्जत को बचाया होगा उसने बेटी होने का फर्ज निभाया होगा

मजबूर होगी वो बहुत ज्यादा सोचता हुं कैसै खुद को समझाया होगा

अपने हाथों से उसने हमारे प्रेम खतों को जलाया होगा

खुद को मजबूर बनाकर उसने दिल से मेरी यादों को मिटाया होगा

भूखी होगी वो मैं जानता हुं पगली ने कुछ ना मेरे बगैर खाया होगा

कैसे संभाला होगा खुद को जब फैरों के लिए उसे बुलाया होगा


कांपता होगा जिस्म उसका जब पंडित ने हाथ उसका किसी और के हाथ में पकङाया होगा

रो रोकर बुरा हाल हो जाएगा उसका जब वक्त विदाई का आया होगा

रो पङेगी आत्मा भी दिल भी चीखा चिल्लाया होगा 

आज उसने अपने मां बाप की इज्जत के लिए उसने अपनी खुशियों का गला दबाया होगा

Saturday, 20 June 2015

Koi Deewana Kehta Hai

Koi Deewana Kehta Hai 
- Dr.Kumar Viswas

“Koi Deewana Kehta Hai Koi Pagal Samajhta Hai
Magar Dharti Ki Bechani Ko Bus Badal Samajhta Hai
Mein Tujhse Door Kaisa Hoon, Tu Mujhse Door Kaisi Hai
Ye Tera Dil Samajhta Hai Ya Mera Dil Samajhta Hai
K Mohhabat Ek Ehsason Ki Pavan Si Kahani Hai
Kabhi Kabira Deewana Tha Kabhi Meera Deewani Hai
Yahan Sab Log Kehte Hain Meri Aakhon Mein Aansu Hai
Jo Tu Samjhe To Moti Hai Jo Na Samjhe To Pani Hai
Samander Peer Ka Aander Hai Lekin Ro Nahi Sakta
Ye Aansu Pyar Ka Moti Hai Isko Kho Nahi Sakta
Meri Chahata Ko Dulhan Tu Bana Lena Magar Sun Le
Jo Mera Ho Nahi Paya Wo Tera Ho Nahi Sakta
Bhramar Koi Kumudani Par Machal Baitha To Hungama
Hamare Dil Mein Koi Khawab Pal Baitha To Hungama
Aabhi Tak Doob Kar Sunte The Sab Kissa Mohhabat Ka
Mein Kisse Ko Hakikat Mein Badal Baitha To Hungama”

Sunday, 29 March 2015

Song Of Love



I am the lover’s eyes, and the spirit’s wine, and the heart’s nourishment.
I am a rose.
My heart opens at dawn and the virgin kisses me and places me upon her breast.
I am the house of true fortune, and the origin of pleasure, and the beginning of peace and tranquillity.
I am the gentle smile upon his lips of beauty.
When youth overtakes me he forgets his toil,
And his whole life becomes reality of sweet dreams. 

I am the poet’s elation,
And the artist’s revelation,
And the musician’s inspiration.

I am a sacred shrine in the heart of a child, adored by a merciful mother.

I appear to a heart’s cry; I shun a demand;
My fullness pursues the heart’s desire;
It shuns the empty claim of the voice.

I appeared to Adam through Eve
And exile was his lot;
Yet I revealed myself to Solomon, and he drew wisdom from my presence.

I smiled at Helena and she destroyed Tarwada;
Yet I crowned Cleopatra and peace dominated the Valley of the Nile.

I am like the ages – building today and destroying tomorrow;
I am like a god, who creates and ruins;
I am sweeter than a violet’s sigh;
I am more violent than a raging tempest.

Gifts alone do not entice me;
Parting does not discourage me;
Poverty does not chase me;
Jealousy does not prove my awareness;
Madness does not evidence my presence.

Oh seekers, I am Truth, beseeching Truth;
And your Truth in seeking and receiving
And protecting me shall determine my behaviour. 

Song Of The Soul

In the depth of my soul there is a wordless song 
A song that lives in the seed of my heart. 
It refuses to melt with ink on parchment; 
It engulfs my affection in a transparent cloak 
And flows but not upon my lips. 

How can I sigh it? 
I fear it may mingle with earthly ether; 
To whom shall I sing it? 
It dwells in the house of my soul, 
In fear of harsh ears. 

When I look into my inner eyes I see the shadow of its shadow; 
When I touch my fingertips I feel its vibrations. 

The deeds of my hands heed its presence as a lake must reflect the glittering stars; 
My tears reveal it, as bright drops of dew reveal the secret of a withering rose. 

It is a song composed by contemplation, 
And published by silence, 
And shunned by clamour, 
And folded by truth, 
And repeated by dreams, 
And understood by love, 
And hidden by awakening, 
And sung by the soul. 

It is the song of love; 
What Cain or Esau could sing it? 

It is more fragrant than jasmine; 
What voice could enslave it? 

It is heartbound, as a virgin’s secret; 
What string could quiver it? 

Who dares unite the roar of the sea 
And the singing of the nightingale? 
Who dares compare the shrieking tempest 
To the sigh of an infant? 
Who dares speak aloud the words 
Intended for the heart to speak? 
What human dares sing in voice 

Thursday, 6 November 2014

She's only a friend, and nothing else--

Did you ever fall for someone you know you shouldn't?
Tried hard to fight your feelings, but you just couldn't?
You fall deeper with each passing day,
But try to hide it in every possible way.
She's only a friend, and nothing else--
That's the lie you keeping telling yourself.

You keep on saying she's just a bud,
But deep inside, you're falling in love.
You get so giddy when you meet her eyes,
But keep reminding yourself it isn't right.
A simple glance turns into a stare,
But you pretended that you don't care.
It's "not right" for you two to be.
Is that why you hide it so no one can see?
But how long will you pretend?
Keep lying that she's just a friend?
Perhaps your feelings you can never show.
Perhaps it's "wrong" for her to know.
Your friendship can't be risked over this,
So being her's is an impossible wish now...

She's only a friend, and nothing else--
Be happy dear will always love you ... 

Wednesday, 5 November 2014

Story of 2 Best friends.....

10th grade 

As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before and handed them to her. She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

11th grade 
The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. 

Senior year 
The day before prom she walked to my locker. My date is sick" she said; he's not going to go well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as "best friends". So we did. Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she isn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. 

Graduation Day 
A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, "you're my best friend, thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

A Few Years Later 
Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married now. I watched her say "I do" and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said "you came!". She said "thanks" and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Funeral
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my "best friend". At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read: I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me! `I wish I did too...` I thought to my self, and I cried.

Tuesday, 14 October 2014

The voice that speaks inside


"There is a voice inside of you
That whispers all day long,
"I feel this is right for me,
I know that this is wrong."
No teacher, preacher, parent, friend
Or wise man can decide
What's right for you--just listen to
The voice that speaks inside.”

Saturday, 11 October 2014

From mom and dad - a heart touching letter

 From Mom and Dad..

My Child,
When I grow old, I hope you understand and have patience with me.
In case, i break a plate, or spill soup on the table because I’m losing my eye sight.
I hope you don’t yell at me.
Older people are sensitive , always having self-pity when you yell.
When my hearing gets worse and I can’t hear, what you’re saying.
I hope you don’t call me, “Deaf.”
Please repeat what you said, or write it down.
I’m sorry, my child.
I’m getting older.
 
When my knees get weaker, I hope you have the patience to help me get up.
Like how I used to help you while you were little, learning to walk.
Please bear with me.
 
When I keep repeating myself like a broken record,
I hope you just keep listening to me.
Please don’t make fun of me or, get sick of listening to me.
Do you remember when you were little and wanted a balloon?
You repeated yourself over and over, until you got what you wanted.
 
Please also pardon my smell.
I smell like an old person.
Please don’t force me to shower. My body is weak. Old people get sick easily when they’re cold.
 
I hope I don’t gross you out.
Do you remember, when you were little?
I used to chase you around because you didn’t want to shower.
I hope you can be patient with me, when I’m always cranky. Its all part of getting old.
You’ll understand when you’re older and if you have spare time, I hope we can talk, even for a few minutes.
I’m always by myself all the time, and have no one to talk to.
I know you’re busy with work.
Even if you’re not interested with my stories, please have time for me.
Do you remember, when you were little?
I used to listen to your stories about your teddy bear.
When the time comes and I get bedridden, I hope you have the patience to take care of me.
 
I’m sorry.
If I wet the bed or make a mess
I hope you have the patience to take care of me during the last few moments of my life.
I’m not going to last much longer, anyway when the time of my death comes, “I hope you hold my hand and give me the strength to face death and don’t worry.
When I finally meet our Creator ………………..
I’ll whisper in His ear ………………….. to bless you because you loved your mom and dad.

Thank you so much for your
We love you
With much love
Mom & Dad

Respect your old parents



Parents - The most valuable thing you have in your life

Often we are so busy growing up that we often forget that our parents are getting older.We never truly appreciate the things our parent did for us until we start doing the same thing for our children.Your parents did not leave you when you were young ,so don't leave them when they are old and need your attention for you will only know their values when you see their empty chairs.

Now a days children are forgetting that they have a duty towards their parent,the only thing they require at their old age are just some moment of your so called precious time and some pleasing word,these things are sufficient to make them happy.

"If I could give you one thing in life, I would give you the ability to see yourself through my eyes, only then would you realize how special you are to me",this is not just a quote this is what you are for your parents.

Old Parents are not a burden they are the most valuable things you have in your life so start respecting your old parent because they are the reason for what you are today. 

Thursday, 9 October 2014

Marriage-The Prophet

On Marriage- The Prophet



You were born together, and together you shall be for evermore. You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days. Aye, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God. But let there be spaces in your togetherness. And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another, but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup. Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf. Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music. Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping. For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts. And stand together yet not too near together for the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.

― Khalil Gibran

Love-The prophet

                               
                                 ON LOVE -THE PROPHET 
When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And When his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And When he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden...

But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of
love’s threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, 
and weep, but not all of your tears...

But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.” 


― Khalil Gibran

Saturday, 4 October 2014

You should date a girl who reads or a girl who writes ?


You should date a girl who reads.
Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she has found the book she wants. You see that weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a secondhand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow and worn.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas, for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry and in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who read understand that all things must come to end, but that you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.” 


― Rosemarie Urquico

I have learned - A column from Maya Angelou

I've learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. 
I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. 
I've learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life. 
I've learned that making a "living" is not the same thing as making a "life." 
I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. 
I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back. 
I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. 
I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one. 
I've learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. 
I've learned that I still have a lot to learn. I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel. 
― Maya Angelou 

The Story of the Pencil - The teaching of a grandmother to her grandson

A boy was watching his grandmother write a letter when interrupted his grandmother stopped writing her letter and said to her grandson: ‘I am writing about you, actually, but more important than the words is the pencil I’m using. I hope you will be like this pencil when you grow up.

Intrigued, the boy looked at the pencil. It didn’t seem very special .Then his grand mother said that depends on how you look at things. It has five qualities which, if you manage to hang on to them, will make you a person who is always at peace with the world


First quality:
you are capable of great things, but you must never forget that there is a hand guiding your steps. We call that hand God, and He always guides us according to his will

Second quality:
Now and then, I have to stop writing and use a sharpener. That makes the pencil suffer a little, but afterwards, he’s much sharper. So you, too, must learn to bear certain pains and sorrows, because they will make you a better person.

Third quality:
The pencil always allows us to use an eraser to rub out any mistakes. This means that correcting something we did is not necessarily a bad thing; it helps to keep us on the road to justice.

Fourth quality:
What really matters in a pencil is not its wooden exterior, but the graphite inside. So always pay attention to what is happening inside you

Finally, the pencil’s fifth quality: it always leaves a mark. In just the same way, you should know that everything you do in life will leave a mark, so try to be conscious of that in your every action.


Monday, 28 July 2014

Because I'm A Soldier Born to Die..

A heart touching poem by a Soldier

If I die in a war zone,
Box me up n send me home,
   
Put my gun on my chest,
And tell my mom i did my
best,
N tell my dad not to bow,
He will never get tension
from me now,
.
Tell my bro study perfectly
Keys of my bike will be
his permanently,
.
Tell my sis dont be upset,
.
Her bro will not rise after
this
sunset,
.
Dont tell my friends they are
hearties,
and start 2 ask for parties
.
Tell my LOVE not to cry....
.
Because I'm A Soldier Born
to Die..

Sunday, 20 July 2014

Story Of Every Girl..


This is for girls who have the tendency to stay up at night listening to music that reminds them of their current situation. Who hide their fears, hurt, pain and tears under the smiles, laughs and giggles on a daily basis. The girls who wear their heart on their sleeve. The girls who pray that things will work out just once and they'll be satisfied. The girls who sceam and cry to their pillows because everyone else fails to listen. The girls who have so many secrets but wont tell a soul. The girls who have mistakes and regrets as a daily moral. The girls that never win. The girls that stay up all night thinking about that one boy and hoping that he'll notice her one day. The girls who take life as it comes, to the girls who are hoping that it'll get better somewhere down the road. For the girls who love with all their heart although it always gets broken. To girls who think it's over. To real girls, to all girls: You're beautiful

Thursday, 17 July 2014

Marriage-A Bond till eternity


Every mother should tell her son these things

Tomorrow you may get a working woman, but you should marry her with these facts as well. 

Here is a girl, who is as much educated as you are; 
Who is earning almost as much as you do; 

One, who has dreams and aspirations just as 
you have because she is as human as you are; 

One, who has never entered the kitchen in her life just like you or your Sister haven't, as she was busy in studies and competing in a system that gives no special concession to girls for their culinary achievements

One, who has lived and loved her parents & brothers & sisters, almost as much as you do for 20-25 years of her life;

One, who has bravely agreed to leave behind all that, her home, people who love her, to adopt your home, your family, your ways and even your family ,name

One, who is somehow expected to be a master-chef from day #1, while you sleep oblivious to her predicament in her new circumstances, environment and that kitchen

One, who is expected to make the tea, first thing in the morning and cook food at the end of the day, even if she is as tired as you are, maybe more, and yet never ever expected to complain;
to be a servant, a cook, a mother, a wife, even if she doesn't want to; and is learning just like you are as to what you want from her; and is clumsy and sloppy at times and knows that you won't like it if she is too demanding, or if she learns faster than you;

One, who has her own set of friends, and that includes boys and even men at her workplace too, those, who she knows from school days and yet is willing to put all that on the back-burners to avoid your irrational jealousy, unnecessary competition and your inherent insecurities;

Yes, she can drink and dance just as well as you can, but won't, simply

Because you won't like it, even though you say otherwise

One, who can be late from work once in a while when deadlines, just like yours, are to be met;

One, who is doing her level best and wants to make this most important, relationship in her entire life a grand success, if you just help her little and trust her;

One, who just wants one thing from you, as you are the only one she knows in your entire house - your generous support, your sensitivities and most importantly - your understanding, or love, if you may call it.

But not many guys understand this....... 

Saturday, 7 June 2014

A hope of return


You are no more a person madly in love with me,you hate me like a sinful creature of hell,although there is no silver lining on the cloud that covers you,there is still a hope of your return.

You are no more a person caring for me like your son,you're searching for reasons to hurt me,although there is no silver lining on the cloud that covers you,there is still a hope of your return.

You are no more a person jealous of my female-friends,you just want me to stare every girl but you,although there is no silver lining on the cloud that covers you, there is still a hope of your return.

You are no more a person angry at my haters,you have become their friend now,although there is no silver lining on the cloud that covers you, there is still a hope of your return.

You are no more a person identifying my voice every time i try changing it,you can't even recognize my phone number now,although there is no silver lining on the cloud that covers you, there is still a hope of your return.

You are no more a person loyal to me,you have replaced me with someone else, although i will love you throughout my life, there is just no hope of your return.
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