Neither will it forget, nor will it forgive, but yes it won't be vengeful too.
Shield of a wide bridge full of thorns, which no one can cross from either side, the shield will be the protector, protecting the soul from injuries of worldly conspiracies.
The peaceful soul is burning now, the flames is slowly engulfing it, but still it choses to keep burning, the flames are sacred the flames are divine.
Tied in four knots, the soul screams, all four ropes pull in their own direction, ripping off tearing it badly, the soul screams madly, but the flames fall weak enough to burn these knots, but i do believe these knots too will burn some day.
The fifth knot though being softest and strongest, newest and young will keep it binded bit longer than all, but i do believe that too will break some day and then liberty will kiss its feet, divinity will embrace, tranquility will take upon it, blowing off the flames which won't be required anymore, breaking the bridge of thorns travelling to cosmos from this chaos, the journey will be liberating and ultimate.

Manusya ki Manasa

Re maanav, re maanav, ye kesi teri manasa he ??

Mili saari prithivi uphaar tujhe, pavan, dhara, fasal aur jal, chaand, taare aur suraj ujjwal.

Parantu na para ye sab pura tujhe,
bana liye tune vidyut se jalne waale diye, bana liye kai naye upkaran, jisse milti he tujhe ab thandi krutrim pavan,

Par is sabse v to, na tera mann bhara, aisi v kya thi hae teri manasa !

Chala tu koti koti meel paar,
dhund lene ko ek naya he sansaar, jahan ho sake jeevan ka nav nirvaah, bana k is urvari prithvi ko bandhya.

Re manusya ye kesi ajeebo gareeb thi teri manasa.

Karne poori apni ye swaarthpar nasamajh mansaa, kar diya tune naash manu k vansh ka, ab kis udhed bun me laga para he,
Ye vinaash tera he to kiya dhara he.

Re manusya ye kesi madh bhari he teri mansaa.

Tu ab v swaarthaandh drig liye kese dosharopan k khel hai khelta,
Tu aaj v lobh k madh me jhumta he bolta:-

"mera ghar meri sampatti sun mera yash gaan , mai hu manusya me he sabse hu mahaan, mujhe meri mansaa pe rok lagana nahi aata, ise swarth nahi mai safalta hu maanta, mai manusya hu mitunga par mere mitne ki v apni alag kahani hogi, meri mansaa mera madh, mere aham ki wo nisaani hogi, me jaanke v banta hu anjaan isi me mere budhdi ki pusti hai, mai rahu na rahu meri mansaa puri karte, isi me mere aham ki santusti he."

Re manusya aisi v kya teri mansaa hai jiska koi anth he nahi hota, aur jo anth abke ho v gaya to, tere anth me he wo anth lipta hua hoga.

The enlightening pandemic.

Man 1 : God ! End this destruction let me out of my home, m suffocated, am exhaust let me out of my home.....

God : But son do u remember a month ago or so, u prayed u r fed up of ur job and so u wanted to relax at home, see I granted ur wish n now u do complain that u want urself now out of home !

Man 2: God! End this destruction let me reach my home, tired of walking, worn out of hunger, want to rest in my mother's lap in my cozy home.

God : But son do u remember a month ago or so, you prayed u r sick of helping ur mom at her chores, you are sick of staying at home and wanted to explore the roads and explore the unknown, I granted ur prayer n now u do complain u wanted to go back to ur mom !

Man 3: God! End this destruction, end my sickness, end my pain, this dark room is haunting me, the fear of death every moment killing me, the smell of sanitizers, the doctors covered from head to toe, their service to us so godly yet their appearance so ghostly to scare us n remind us that we are not at home instead we are dying, dying a ruthless death... please let me be well I wanna live again.

God: But son do you remember a month ago or so, u lost ur loved one and prayed at my door, that the pain of their parting is the worst of all and even death is better than what u were facing those days, you asked for a death more deadly than that pain, I granted ur prayer now u do complain, now u want a life, the life without those loved ones, to live again and to end this pain !

Man 4: God ! End this destruction. I am a Man I am aware of my faults, u have blessed me what I have asked from you, u have returned me the fruit of the seeds I have sown, and it is just my prayer please don't think its complain, o god, my merciful lord! I m ever a sinner n u r forgiving n full of compassion, i repent and confess, I pray for for your forgiveness i beg for ur kindness. Please let the world rise of this dark tunnel let ur name stand tall and ur mercy be glorified.

God (with a smile on his face) :Oh man!oh man!ur thirst can never be quenched...I plan for you the best you deserve but still u keep on asking for the least...I admonish you for what you must refrain...You take my words for granted and invite the perils...Then why do you cry and put the burden of your flaws on me as if I have penned it down in your destiny.. Remember, I love my creations and so I put them to life... Giving them wounds is not my act.. It is something U decide... So pose your faith in me and listen to your conscience... I"ll enlighten your way to your deserved destiny...

chalo aaj door kahin chalte hai...
jahan sar pe aasmaan na ho, na pairo tale jameen...
hawao ka daaman thame saath saath tahalte hai...
jahan na aag ki garmi ho, na barf ki thandak...
bas nadiyo k lehro me behte huye nikalte hai...
jahaan koi gulshan na ho, na veerana he rahe...
bas do logo k duniya me subah, shaam dhalte hai...

chalo aaj door kahin chalte hai...

আমি দেখেছি জীবন কে আমার কাছে আস্তে॥
আমার হয়ে আময়ে ভালোবাসতে.....
আমি দেখেছি জীবন কে আমার হাত থেকে ফসকে যেতে...
আমায়ে নিষ্প্রাণ করে চলে যেতে...
তাও আমি ঝরে পরি নী...
আমি দাড়িয়ে আছি.........

আমি মাটি হয়ে ও ॥মাটি তে দাড়িয়ে মাটি কে অনুভব করেছি....
আজ আমি নিজেই নিজের জীবন হয়েছি ॥
আমি নিজেই নিজের.......
আমি ই জীবন...জীবন ই মাটি...
এই মাটির জীবন এ আমি ই চারি দিকে.......

Meri kavita

मेरी कविता मुझसे होके गुजरती है, हर वक़्त से जो वाकिफ़ है , हर रंग से संवरती है, कभी सुबह की रोशनी सी हर जर्रे पे बिखरती है तो कभी रात की चाँदनी सी सबके दिल में उतरती है....... मेरी कविता मुझसे होके गुजरती है.....

मैंने अपने ही कविता को बदलते हुए देखा है, जीवन के हर कदम से कदम मिलाके चलते हुए देखा है, कभी धूप में बर्फ सा पिघलते हुए देखा है, तो कभी चुपचाप शाम की तरह ढलते हुए देखा है....... मैंने अपनी ही कविता को बदलते हुए देखा है...........

मैंने माना है मेरी कविता सबसे खास है, इसमे जीने की आस है, इसमे एक दृढ़ विश्वास है, इसमे जुनून है, पागलपन है, सच की तलाश है...... मैंने माना है मेरी कविता सबसे खास है.....

मेरी कविता अभी पूरी नहीं अधूरी है, क्यौकी कई पंक्तियां और जुडनी जरूरी है, इसमे कई खामियाँ है जो इसकी मजबूरी है, पर फिर भी ये अपने आप में अधूरी होके भी पूरी है...... मेरी कविता अब भी जारी है इसलिए अधूरी है.........

मेरी कविता जारी है........ जारी है.... जारी है......

                                                                 प्रियंका.........

Kuch sikke maine badal diye
Pittal se taamba, chaandi se sona,
Mera naya khel ye naya tamasha
Par wahi khilona, haan wahi khilona
Bara naam hua, bara kaam hua,
Thora thora magar badnaam hua,
Maine kaha jung ye safal hua,
Mai v kya kavi tha wifal hua....
Rone waalo ki aadat hai,
Laga he rehta hai unka rona...
Mujhe laga maine sab badal diya
Kaale andhere ko nigal gaya,
Aur mand mand muskata mai,
Laga gira gira par sambhal gaya...
Ab vijayghosh bajwa dunga...
Mai yatra tatra sarwatra hua..

Maharaaj jay ho teri ....
Par prasna to sun le tu meri?
Mujhe mere hisse ka sikka...
Kab dega keh na kab dega ....
Kab kheto se mai aane par
Sukhi na roti khaunga??
Kab mere ghar bijli hogi ?
Mai v gaane bajwaunga ...
Kab mai v kaagaz patro pe
Anguthe nahi lagaunga...
Kab mai v pakke rasto me
Motor car chalaunga?
Kab mai na marunga
Gale me daal k fanda pero se jhula jhul k
Kab vastra hare na jayenge
Meri maata aur behno ko
Kab mere bachche nasha mukt
Ho sutte na lagayenge?
Kab mere nan dhan khate me
Sunyo ke pehle sankhya hogi?
Kab mera hoga sahi ilaaj?
Mai aur na rahunga koi rogi
Kab mere khet khalihaano me
Sach me hariyaali chayegi?
Kab sinchan aur takniko se
Upaj me vridhdhi ho jayegi?
Kab mere gaon me dharm jaat pe
Aur nahi dange honge...?
Kab saanp sanpere log
Na bhukhe na nange honge.???

बस एक चुटकी राख़

बस एक चुटकी राख़

बस एक चुटकी राख़ की रह जाती है ।

वह भी तो जल की धार संग बह जाती है ।

शेष फिर क्या रह जाता रे मनुज तेरा ?

जिसके लिए तू मरता है जीवन सारा ।

तेरा किया करा भी संग तेरे कहाँ जाता रे ?

तेरा प्रिय था जो वो भी उस घाट से लौट आता रे ।

तेरी जमा पूंजी को घेरे तेरे प्रिय फसाद रचते ,

देख तेरे राख़ के ठंड होने तक को भी न रुकते ।

क्या इस घड़ी के लालसा मे तू जीवन भर जला है ?

देख कैसे इस यथार्थ ने तुझको आज छला है ।

कैसा रे तेरा अभिमान आज माटी मे जा मिला है ।

देख सत्य की लीला ने मिथ्या जीवन को यू कुचला है ।

देख तेरी राख़ जल मे बहती हुई जाती है ।

घुल के जल मे खोते वक़्त भी कुछ कहती हुई जाती है ।

रे मनुज मै माटी हूँ , तू मुझसे निर्मित प्रतिमा है ।

रे मनुज मै सत्य तेरा तू केवल मात्र कल्पना है ।

हो कृतज्ञ तू उस कुम्हार का जो तुझको गढ़ देता है ।

अहम है मिथ्या, सत्य ब्रह्म है , ये प्रमाणित कर देता है ।

तुम्हें प्रणाम

उन कठोर चट्टानों को तोड़ कर वे रास्तो के निर्माण में व्यस्त थे

मै कार पे सवार उन रास्तो पे चली जा रही थी

पहाड़ों के मोहक नजारों का लुफ्त उठाने

बर्फ के सफ़ेद चादरों को देखकर मन बहलाने

ऊपर ऊपर कुछ और ऊपर , वाह क्या दृश्य है

फिर कार को रोक कर मै उन रास्तों पे उतरी

चाहती थी उन छटाओं को उन वादियों को कैमरे में उतारना

चंद ही पल में सांसें फूलने सी लगी थी

काँपने लगी थी रूह तक रक्त जमने लगा था

मै दौड़ती हुई कार मैं प्रवेश कर चुकी फिर

चल पडी गाड़ी मंजिल अभी और ऊपर थी

अब मुझे इन नजारो के साथ दिखने लगी वो सुंदरता

जो छिपी थी उन मजदूरो के कर्मठता में

जो छिपी थी उनकी जीवन की कटुता में

अब मुझे दिखने लगा एक और खूबसूरत नजारा

जो छिपी थी उन वर्दी वाले प्रहरियों के जज़्बे में

दया की दृष्टि से नहीं मै उन्हे प्रेरणा की दृष्टि से देख रही थी

वो सीखा रहे थे मुझे बाधाओं से लड़ना और मै सीख रही थी

सब कुछ बड़ा सुंदर सा लग रहा था

मै मन ही मन उनके कृतज्ञ हो चली थी

उन्होने ही तो मुझे उन उच्च चोटियों तक पहुँचने का मार्ग दिया है

मै उनको बार बार शुक्रिया कह रही थी

कोटी कोटी प्रणाम तुम्हें मेरा हृदय कर रहा था

हे मजदूर वर्ग हे सेनानियो तुमपे गर्व सा हो रहा था ।

"The language of eyes"

eyes are said to be the mirror of a persons character. its a true saying. a perfect reading of a human eyes and the way a person is looking gives a great hint of what sort of person he or she is. it also tells a lot about what's going inside the person's mind i.e what he is feeling that time. eye reading is a sort of art which each of us can perform, all we need is involvement of our own eyes and observe the eyes of the person we want to read.

a thousands of human feelings are expressed through their eyes each and every moment. they express anger as well as love, feeling of being lost as well as in search, pain and happiness, worries and care, affection and lust, intentions and reactions and so on .....

a painter while painting a portrait if could chalk out the eyes well the painting is majority done. and a teacher while giving lecture goes through the eyes of the student he will be knowing they are getting the lessons or not. the glow in the eyes tells the success of one whereas the blankness tells the grief of the other. 

sometimes a look can merely tell us the story of a person's life.

eyes speak a lot in silence..... start reading it ........

looking for u ........

give me another heaven, i wanna transcend.
give me a new ocean i wanna drown deep again.
give me a new dream and then just check out my passion.
give me a new life i wanna just live it up again.

give me a new colour i will show u its hundred shade.
give me your faith on me, i promise i wont let it fade.
give me your smile , i will make sure it multiplies
give me your pain, i will take care it gets divide.

give me a touch of peace, i will embrace u in happiness
give me a life .... a life with u .... where u, me n we confide..

happy women's day ..

lady u can't grab the world in ur fist, its okay to let go what slips away, u haven't taken a resolution to make each and everyone happy, let some of them be angry on u, a yes all the time is not the duty alloted to u, let few of them be disappointed by ur no, trust me u don't need to look presentable all the time, u r beautiful even with a messy hair n a flumpy figure, u r the one of ur own kind, let them compare u with others and satisfy themselves, u need not feel guilty coz of this nature of them, coz u know u r not lux or hamam but a lady, don't pretend to smile and prove urself happy when u r not, its better to cry and shed few tears and feel light, and life is not an exam, u need not to fair out well all the time, its ok to let the world think u have failed, after all to fail is not a sin. its not necessary to suffer to keep all ur commitments, u see neither of our PM's had ever been the "chulbul of dabang" isn't it. love urself , live life like life not a battle to fight, an exam to fair out, a responsibility to fulfill, or an oath to prove urself at everything..... love all my ladies ... u all r special in ur own special way ..... happy women's day ......

Here It goes .......

Here it goes , this way that way ,

sailing through the river , to meet the bay.

it's eager to find out, what waves do say ?

where does the ocean ends up,

and in it where does the river stay ?

How pearls are formed in shells ?

at once or day by day .

do the shells too cry out ?

when the pearls are lost and empty they lay.

and the ever silent sand coasts

are of course so peaceful

but is their heart too silent?

they are sad or are gay ?

Here it goes, this way that way .

allover the earth, with the warm sunray .

its eager to find out, what the deads have to say ?

after losing this beautiful life .

for what, do they pray ?

do they want another life ?

or just sleep silently below the clay ?

and in that undisturbed darkness,

of course they are in peace.

but are they sad or gay ?

In Search of peace

In search of peace,

         i went to the lands of the deaf and dumb.

i thought they can't shout, they can't hear.

         so there will be no noise to break the peace.

i was taken by surprise, to find no peace there.

         they were less of peace, as they could not just express

their pains and hidden fears, and so they shut their doors

         when i asked the address of peace.

In search of peace,

       i went to the land of rich men.

i thought they have all luxuries and all sort of comforts

      so they might be dwelling in peace.

Alas! i returned hopeless from there

       as all of them lost peace , in acquiring more riches

and spend and save as much and so,

       no peace for me in the rich men's land.

In search of peace,

      i went to the land of poors.

i thought they earned nothing and nothing they saved.

      so no fear of loosing and peace might prevail.

one more vague attempt of mine to find out peace

      the cry of hunger and sickness haunted me.

and i lost even that peace which i already had.

In search of peace.

       i ran through mountains, desserts, plateaus and plains

but all i could find out, was worries, problems, sadness and pains.

      infinite causes leading to loss of peace existed allover

and even vacuum was vacuumed of peace was what i learnt.

i returned to my couch, and lay with despair.

    i closed my eyes and asked the supreme where's peace ?

i was answered , as soon as i took his name.

    i found little peace lying within me, the moment i relaxed.

all i needed was to be myself and give myself some time

    and connect to my lord who is supreme and divine.

the moment of surrender is where the peace is hidden.

    for peace is not external it is completely soul driven.

मेरी प्रार्थना

हे प्रभु मेरी प्रार्थना सुन ले

मेरे मैं को हर ले , स्वयं में कर ले

अभिमान रहित कर दे

हे प्रभु मेरी प्रार्थना सुन ले ।

हे प्रभु मेरे हृदय में वास कर

तम रूपी लोभ का, क्लेष का क्रोध का

विकारों का द्वेष का , ईषया का आवेश का अंत कर

प्रकाश रूपी शांति का, बुद्धि का, धैर्य का

विवेक का संतोष की स्थापना कर

हे प्रभु मेरे हृदय में वाश कर ।

हे प्रभु मुझे स्वयं सा सशक्त कर

मैं सह सकु और प्रबल बनु

मैं रण में अभिमन्यु बनु तो प्रण में पितामह

सारथी बनु तो कृष्ण सी , परमार्थी तो सूर्य सी

सीखु तो एकलव्य बनु  सिखiऊँ तो गुरु द्रोणा

दान करू तो कर्ण बनु, बलिदान करू तो दधीचि

हे प्रभु मुझे स्वयं सा सशक्त कर

हे प्रभु मेरी प्रार्थना सुन ले ।