FISTFUL OF HOPE :FULL FILE WITH CONTENT LIST 1-50
1. Always around Me
2. Horizon
3. Potter
4. Doubt
5. Inauspicious Signs
6. Identity
7. Towards which Direction
8. Chameleon
9. Fistful of Hope
10. Transformation
11. Resolution
12. Dignity
13.Clamor
16. India Dwells in Villages
17. Dreams
18. Darkness
19. Karan
20.The Earth Imparts Strength
21. Chakarvyuh
22. Silence
23. Hills Changing Attire
24. Parents are Our God
25. Tortoise
26. Traffic
27. Greetings
28. Confusion
29. Tiny Girl
30. Home Turning into House
31. Don't Women Get Tired?
32. White and Black
33. Criticism
34. Rural Evening Walk
35. Paint
36. Red Ink
37. Wings of Love
38. Rectification
39. News
40. Boundaries of Time
41, Village Awakens
42. Dawn in Village
43. Meanness
44. Ground
45. Noble Deeds
46. Labyrinth of Moments
47. Wave of Pang
48. Diamonds and Pearls
49. Joy
50. Let Love Persist
1. ALWAYS AROUND ME
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I have innervation, every moment
That you are with me,
In darkness, you appear
Like first ray of dawn,
Ushering in of Autumn,
Bud blooming on tree,
Diffusing fragrance,
In ambience
Mild aroma
Mingling in physique
Inhaling and exhaling breath
Effortlessly
Persistent hope
Hovering all-around
Pleasure dwells
Inward and outward.
Innocent infant
Sees with unblinking eyes
Full- moon showers
Coolness
After intense humid heat
Clouds drizzling,
Crazy Monsoon arrives
Thumping
Dance of peacock,
As if dance of soul
Musical notes of *Mridang
Overpowering of trance
In each and every pore of body
Makes me feel that
You are around me
Waves surge in heart,
Always remain around me!
*Mridang : a drum used in Indian music
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Persistence of the Earth
Vastness of sky,
Comprises in you
Comprises in us,
Complete reality of
The whole Universe is
As much unsolved riddle
As horizon,
Horizon is the mid-point of
Meeting of
The Earth with sky,
The centers are physical embodiment of,
The touch
From birth to death,
Perceptible alike, beyond grasping
Beyond our reach, across
What is contained in these,
Wherefrom it originated
We are like horizon
Or horizon is like us,
Of what kind we are
How is horizon,
Only He knows
Whom nobody could understand,
Creator of horizon
And of human-beings.
3. POTTER
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What sort of clay
Those moulds, those colors,
Those pulsating sounds,
Life-nurturing herbs,
With which are moulded countless
Individuals, birds and animals, moths
Ants, aquatic animals, chirpers,
Rivers, streams, vegetation
Thickets-orchids, clouds, sky,
Diverse varieties
Nothing is identical.
Distinct in itself,
Variety of shapes, of different kinds.
Countenance is unique
Complexion, features, sound
All shapes are different,
Planets, constellations, the Moon, the Sun, stars
All are unique
For creating variety of
Distinct creations,
How do you manage material--
Where from you fetch--
Mottoed, bright
Clay and efficiency
We are not able to create dito no
Even a statue of clay,
Nor even a flawless painting,
Each and every object of nature/ creation,
Diverse creatures,
Fetch us a glimpse only,
Of that great, refined craftsmanship,
Limitless vigour and capability,
Endless, beyond imagination is
That manufacturer, that Creator,
Predominance that is apparent
Seems like a drop in ocean.
We all perform, what He makes us perform
We all see, what He makes us see
He endows us with vision
He is the Creator of this Universe
Puppets-like
Countless creatures are
Created at His will
Dance to his tunes
But where is He, how does He look-like--
That juggler, our potter
Where is that construction site
Wherefrom has been fetched
Variety of clay
Those moulds, those colors
Those pulsating sounds
Those life-nurturing herbs.
4. DOUBT
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You always have your way
Whenever you feel like
Whatsoever you wish
You jot down
Am I a poem?
Doing utmost efforts
So many times
I reached at door of Salvation
Kept waiting in queue of
Emancipation
Prior to entering
Throw me again
On paper of world
For diffusing and wandering
Beholding black and white landscape
You pick brush
Put colours in it
Am I a painting?
Observing me sitting still
You install battery in me
So that I start moving
Am I a toy?
You decorate a background
To amuse me and cheat me
Baffle me with
Enchanting scenes
Am I a character of movie?
Throwing nets of
Greed and illusion
Capture me in these
Am I your prey?
Entire day-night
You make me perform
So many tasks and
Exhaust me
Am I a machine?
What do you consider me
Just clarify this much
Remove my doubt
After that make me do
Whatever you wish.
5. INAUSPICIOUS SIGNS
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The Sun is more fiery
These days
Ocean turning more fierce
Is crossing limits
Quakes of the earth
Are increasing
These days
Wind, too, has increased speed
In an abnormal way
Storms with more ferocity
Are causing havoc
Birds shriek these days
Instead of chirping
Clouds forgetting thundering
Are roaring these days
Lightening strikes
More than usual
Human-beings are getting ill-tempered
Laugh less, speak less
These signs are inauspicious, not good
What do these denote
What do these want to express
These are indications of
Mishappenings in future
Everything is topsy-turvy
So many happenings are not the way
As these should be
This is a truth
Since ancient times
These occured
But, so much of anger is not right
It is not good to lose senses like this
O, Representatives of the earth!
Supreme creation of the universe
Embrace peace
Muse patiently
Find alternative
To embellish
Whatever is spoiled
Baffled in jittery
Don't cause any
Don't ignore the root-causes
Try to find solution
For diminishing pollution
Spreading greenery
To regain
Serene pure environment
Favourable ambience.
6. IDENTITY
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Whatsoever we are
Let us remain like that only,
Neither overestimate,
Nor underestimate
Us.
The Sun has his own dignity,
The Moon has his own grace,
If they exchange their attributes
Will lose their recognition.
Let them stick to their identity.
We don't need
Honour and dishonour,
Their entering and exiting
Do not influence us,
Only, we should aspire for
Self-respect
We don't want honour
Dishonour is not acceptable,
We don't want to match us
With anyone else
And, thereby lose
Self -recognition,
Don't deem it as arrogance
Whatsoever, we are
Let us remain like that only
Don't over-estimate
Don't underestimate
Us.
7. TOWARDS WHICH DIRECTION?
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Riding on wheels of time
Which way, are we heading?
Tearing under wheels
Grinding our very existence
Just bend and see once
Halt for a moment, observe,
Hundreds of joys are being crushed,
Beyond worldly comforts
View ethereal beauty.
Just revert and view,
Your love is calling you,
With stiff eyes, waiting for you
Whole day and night
For those moments, when carefreely
Beloved glances at her
Snatching away those moments
Flight of time is taking us
Far away
Creeks of heart are getting filled
With void
Turning blank are
Relations and concerns.
Lack of time has snatched
Near and dear ones from us
Pleasing meetings, those get-together,
Long gossips
That mirth, merry making,
Taking away all fatigue,
Parents now crave for seeing
Their progeny
Derive happiness, my meeting in reveries
Children go to bed, waiting for parents
In dreams, express their grudging
Tell them their demands, get satisfied.
Friends often converse
But, only on phone
Co-sharing pain and pleasure
Is only a formality.
Roots of *Sanskaras are deep
Hence, persist
But shrinking by and by
In WhatsApp, face book and e mail
Homes are turning into night-shelter.
Dominance of time has snatched
So much from us.
Descending from chariot of time
Care to view ground
O, supreme creature of this earth!
Physical comforts, internet etc.,
Are for you, you are not for them.
Those are not measuring-scales of
Your success and comfort,
In craze of touching
Unlimited heights of success,
What is actually desirable
Actually, the most requisite for us are
Peace and happiness
We are ignoring these.
Riding on chariot of time
Towards which direction, are we heading?
8. CHAMELEON
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In unbending body
Existence of reluctant heart
Is a surprise in itself
In joyous mood, flies lightly
Taking distant flights
Measuring azure
In each and every moment.
Heaves deep sighs
In moments of desperation,
As if confining fierce storm within.
Stuck with misery
Sinks in pond of desperation
Limitless ocean seems
A dwarf in front of him.
Aspirations stretch their wings
Flutters wings anxiously
Just like a bird confined in cage
Tries to seek freedom.
In annoyance, emits fire
As if volcanoes are erupting in inner cores.
Moves disoriented
Detached with all
Ignores.
If love overflows
Is not confined in earth
Like flowing wind
Mingles with all
In unbending body
Dwells chameleon-like heart
In itself, a surprise
This chameleon-like heart.
9. FISTFUL OF HOPE
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Crazy hope
Moved in quest of
A fistful of light.
Diving in it.
Depurate
That gets dusty
Often due to pollution,
Diffused all around
Inside and outside
In all four directions
In diverse ways
And why---
All are aware of it
Then, why to repeat
Just ponder over
How to remove
Its havoc
That is mingling in breath
Like slow poison
Assuming form of diverse frustrations
Stretches in mind
In each and every street
In each and every city
Every *Prahar
It is getting very difficult
To breathe and live perfectly
Under such circumstances
Observing effort of
Passionate hope
Why to make fun of her,
Indulged in quest of light
Diffusing it on all
Embellishing herself
She is all set to view
Graceful -beautiful
Inside and outside
Pure and chaste
Pray that efforts are successful
Crazy hope, attaining light
Remain cheerful always
Crazy hope seeks
Fistful of light
Fist remains full of it
Never gets empty.
Hope of all are cherished
All remain joyous
For satiety and happiness
Suffices
Fistful of hope!
* prahar : In Hindu calculation of time, a day is divided into 8 broader divisions of three hours each, called Prahar.
10. TRANSFORMATION
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A gust of urbane wind
Got up to some mischief
And framed a conspiracy,
On slopes of lush green hills
Drew some crisscross lines
Digging pits
Sowed seeds of concrete
In a few days, was visible
Plant of concrete,
With passing of few months
Plants assumed shape of
Solid trees of concrete,
In which, nests were built by
Creature known as human-being
In the boundaries of wild-animals
Several more fistfuls of seeds
Were sown
Thrived, flourished and spread
All of these, gradually
A jungle of grand buildings
Grew by and by
Stretching foot in all directions
Changing ethereal beauty of
Lush green hilly slopes
It seems as if
In this race of development
In vying to move ahead
Hills don't want to leg behind
This is very true
But after gap of some time
These are not identifiable
When they part with their
Green unique attire
Dyed by colors of modernity
Like sentiments-deprived human- beings
Losing their natural appearance
Lose their ethereal charm as well
Hills don't appear like hills.
Change is the law of universe
Transformations go on
This is called Nature
But, I don't know why
This progress doe not seem progress
Devoid of humane attributes
Human beings don't seem human-beings
Leaving their natural appearance
Without ethereal greenery
Changing looks daily
Hills don't look like hills.
Viewing all this, I saw
Gust of urbane wind smiling.
Witness to it are time, we and nature
Helplessly observing continually
Hills changing colour
And unhindered transformation.
11. RESOLUTION
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Cleaving
Solid rocks
Seed extended
Hands of resolution
Peeping through crevices,
With efflorescence blossoms
Charming flowers
Hill is ornamented
Just as *tilak fetches glow
On forehead,
Pleases heart,
Will to live glorifies life,
A flower-vase decorates room
Pours beauty in
Observant eyes
Entrusts winds with fragrance
Imparts a message to life
Entering our hearts, same resolution,
Whenever
Makes up mind
Assessing inner strength
Own capability
Cleaving rocks
Creates tunnel-like holes
Passes with perspcuity
12. DIGNITY
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Are we living in primitive period
Again, these days,
We did not possess
Sufficient clothes
To clad
Foliage from trees
Hide of animals were used
To serve the purpose of covering body
Clothes were manufactured later on
To cover dignified body.
We still possess clothes
We are human-beings still
Then, why
We put on limited clothes
Almost naked
Viewing these,
It seems
We are again
Dwelling in primitive age.
14. CLAMOR
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Clamor all-around
Internal and external,
Clamor and clamor
Prevailing all-around.
Noise of vehicles and factories
Noise of people conversing,
Even forests ae not untouched
By this noise
Beetle, peacock, hawk-cuckoo
Nightingale sings, thrush bird cuckoos
Lions and elephants roar
Gurgling of streams is melodious, but
Clamor is clamor
Internal and external.
Internal noise is caused by
Overflowing thoughts
Uncountable fancies
Dwelling in mind every moment
Worries and doubts about
Past, future and present
Vociferance of
Hundreds of desires
Scrouge to turn into reality
Giggle on accomplishment
Breaths form waves,
Breaths jingle,
Don't remain calm
Even for a moment
Clamor and clamor
Prevails everywhere.
Let internal clamor
Remain inside
Let external clamor
Hang outside
Ignoring both
Close your eyes
Whenever
Arises from soul
Surging
Sound of *Anhad
It echoes in apertures
Dissolving Nectar
Sweet sound
Moves in ears
No clamor
Internal or external.
15. MASK
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As many characters are
Confined in a body
Enfolding inside
That much masks
We are moving in this world
Heart is our advisor
As per requirement of occasion
Examining properly
A particular mask
We impose on our face
And get ready.
Success in life
Often depends on
Proper choice of mask
As per circumstance
And efficient demeanor
Accordingly
In process of continually
Changing masks
We lose our
Original nature by and by
In crowd of characters
It is very troublesome
To identify real countenance
Mask bestowed by nature
Is suppressed under mask
It is necessary to understand
And identify
Natural self-identity
Keep yourself protected from
Worldly masks
Daily, for a few moments
Wear your original mask
For sake of self-upliftment.
16. INDIA DWELLS IN VILLAGES
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I observed, what I had heard
India dwells in villages
Relations flourish here
Under shade of affection
Love and fraternity still exist
Only in villages.
If someone dies,
No festival or celebration
Takes place in the whole village.
Rehearsals for performance of *Ramleela
Are carried more than one month in advance.
It is possible
Only in village these days
Preparations for wedding of a daughter
Entire village gets involved
Chopping wood
Pruning of grains
Becomes responsibility of every home
Social responsibility
Still is assumed
In villages these days.
In case of rift
It is tackled collectively
By persuasion
Honouring the societal conventions
Spiritual rites
Regard for elders
All rituals and customs
All * sanskaras are preserved
In villages, still
I observed, what I had heard
India dwells in villages
* Sanskaras : in Indian Philosophy mental impressions
17. DREAMS
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Dreams have flourished
On land of heart
Seem to be very much own,
Seeds of plenty of dreams
Were sown in eyes
We derive as much pleasure
As many of them sprout.
Remaining float in eyes
Probing for spreading roots
Keep us encouraging
Keep on hopping
In courtyard of heart
Uncountable dreams
From groves of dreams
Progress sprouts
Existence of dreams
Kindles hope
In palaces as well huts
Invokes for efforts
Statues of bones and flesh
Dreams flashing in our eyes
Motivate us to
Quit coziness of quilt
In early morning
In spite of shivering cold
To indulge in hard work
In fiery heat of June
Make is do efforts
These pitiless dreams
Don't let anybody
Dwell in peace
Even for a single moment
Such is charm of these dreams
Keep instigating us
Diffusing restlessness
Keep us entangled
Make us do miracles.
Inventions are born
In womb of dreams
Might not provide us anything special
Impart to life
Purpose of living
Due to existence of dreams only
You are you and we are we
Universe is there, there is creativity
All are immersed in bliss
Viewing dreams.
Neither leave dream
Nor, sow
Dazzling dreams in
Barren eyes of others.
O, heart! Be well aware
This world is a dream
And we ourselves are
Embodied form of
Dreams viewed by God
Be ready
To be dream again
Keep sowing dreams
Live dreams
Growing each and every moment
On the land of heart
Plentiful dreams
These dreams seem to be our own.
Let us sow seeds in our eyes
And in eyes of others
Dreams
And keep sowing
Beautiful dreams.
18. DARKNESS
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Pitch darkness
Circulating in veins
Flows out
Within a wink of eyes
Creeping-creeping
In streets and on roads
Everything is lost
In dazzling of
Artificial light,
Under impact of
Materialism,
Attracted towards
Modernism
Indulged in tactics
When can it see and how,
With closed eyes
Darkness
Diffused in inner cores of heart
Spreading all -around
Constantly gulping
Light.
19. KARAN
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Inside everyone is
Hiding a* Karan
A part of generous karan
Why not bring it into light
And attain sea of satiety.
All of us indulge in various deeds
Throughout the year
Mostly personal
At times, for near and dear ones too,
How much satisfaction these fetch
Just try to evaluate,
Compare it to satiety
That we derive by
Emancipating others from sufferings
By serving physically, mentally and financially
Some destitute, at times
On special occasions--festivals
Or, whenever even a fragment of generosity awakens
In Karan, that is hiding inside all of us,
Why not to manifest it
And secure sea of satiety
Assuming role of Karan everyday.
*Karan: a legendary character in Mahabharta, known for his generous disposition
20.THE EARTH IMPARTS STRENGTH
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How does the Earth
Silently bear
Sharp pointed roots of
Trees, plants
Might be pricking her
Sinking downwards
Pointed claws of
Creatures
Scratching her for sake of
Creating their burrows in it
For laying foundation of house
Dig her
How much pain
She might be bearing
When vehicles and we run on her
Sleep might be disturbed at night
Still she is too shy to express it
How does this sweet earth
Keep on smiling
Which divine
Miraculous power
Bestows her with this strength,
O, that, we could attain such power
And gain satiety
Remain blessed
Like this earth.
21. CHAKARVYUH
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In diverse
Bitter, normal
Soft and shattered
Relation's *Chakarvyuh
We get entrapped
Keep on sinking
In hell of unknown ignorance
Self -existence is at stake
In the depths of Chakarvyuh.
We might put utmost efforts
To pull ourselves out of it,
And come out,
Bur, in midway
Start echoing in
Inner cores of heart
Cracking sounds of
Shattered relations.
Deafen us
Curtail our steps
Revolt against
Sounds
That are keen on
Pacing away
From Chakarvyuh of relations.
To find out
And embellish
Self-existence
But
It is hardly feasible
In presence of
Chakarvyuh of diverse relations.
Chakarvyuh
With its magnetic charm
Attracts us towards
Illusory net
To entrap
In Diverse
Bitter, normal
Soft and shattered
Relation's Chakaryvuh.
22. SILENCE
We, you and all are subsisting
In empire of silence.
Silently flowing amidst it
Pure river of occupancy,
We, you and all of us
Have become its opposite banks.
Innumerable waves of sentiments
Have come to stand-still
Due to lack of exchange of ideas,
Creating impression of cold-war
Attack of anguish
All are tolerating silently
Silent viewers of nature and we ourselves
Are aghast at this reign of silence.
We, you and all are dwelling
In this empire of silence
Like good citizens
But, no, this empire is not good
It is fetching restless disposition of mind
Making whole surroundings burdensome.
Come, let us shift somewhere else
Stop living in this empire of silence.
We are two opposite banks of river.
For sake of removing distance and silence
Conversing mutually
While flowing,
Mingle into
Ocean of good-will
Get in unison
With conciliation
Always live in unison
Wherever might live
We, you and all
But not at all
In the empire of silence.
23. HILLS CHANGING ATTIRE
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Hills turning pale
Imparted the impression ,
Autumn has arrived
Spontaneously
From cave of mind
Came out hopping
A bright hope-
Spring is about to follow soon
Started flying up and down
Kite of bubbly feelings
I, too, accompanied them
Viewed from height
Thousands of streams
Flowing melted
From snow-clad mountains
Pure streams of
Silvery water
On branches denuded by
Withering foliage
Tender buds blooming
That will bend
Laden with multi-colored flowers
Only, after a few days
Gloomy hills
Turning rosy pink
Will bloom merrily
Very soon
I have got clue
Of arrival of Spring
Just now, stealthily
Sneaking away,
I am peeping around
Whom to disclose
This breaking news
Spring is about to arrive
Pale, , bored, exhausted faces
Are visible
Facing blows of preoccupations
Withered, luster-less faces
Pressed under burden of books
Children of modern age
Proficient in knowledge of computer
Will they be able to understand
Meaning of Spring
Will they be able to feel
Hilarity of heart in Spring
Will they be able to fly kites.
O!
Loosen your of modernity
On generation of today
Lend them sometime
To view
Hills changing attire
To grasp
Meaning of Spring
To inculcate Spring
In themselves
So that its glory is reflected
On faces of all
And all are smeared
In impact of Spring.....
24.PARENTS ARE OUR GOD
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Keep us awake at night,
Trouble us in day,
Have their own will
Shout, create noise, daylong
Bother us
Children,
More than old persons,
When we don't send them
To orphanage,
Why do we send aged persons
To old age home,
Forgetting their
Incomparable sacrifice and hard work
That they did
For nurturing us
Probably, beyond their means,
They neither had these much facilities
Nor modern appliances,
We might have bothered them
As much as these children,
Or even more
They might have sacrificed
Their sleep and comfort.
Lucky are those
Who dwell under
Shadow of the parents.
Committing unpardonable sin
Of sending them to
Old age home
Why do we want to
Become orphan,
In their life-span.
What lessons are we imparting
To future generation.
This notion has reached to us
From western culture
Be aware, timely
O, new era! Mend your ways
And ameliorate conditions
In such a way that
Your country is glorified
On global scene
Raise slogan
Parents are our God!
Parents are our God!
25. TORTOISE
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Seeing others
Confine within self
Like a tortoise,
Outer cover appears
In the way, they want to display
Very efficiently
They put cover on themselves,
To hide inner geography,
As if done so many
Scams
That might not be
Disclosed.
Formalities are dominating
So much on instinctive behaviour
Mutual exchange of thoughts
Has also turned dramatic
Conceal real temperament
Don't give clue to
Fundamental sentiments
Consequently
Everyone is in loss
Goodness manifested outwardly
Egregious inwardly
Accumulated by and by
Ultimately
Fetches good to none,
All are well aware of it
First of all, contemplate
And be your own friend
Converse with self, with a free mind
Shunning away all puzzlement
Meet with noble-mindedness
Whomever you meet,
Let waves of naturalness
Ripple
Discarding frustrations
Let yourself bloom
Like petals of bud
Leaving shrivelling
Like tortoise.
26. TRAFFIC
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When viewed from summit
View is very charming and pleasant
On serpentine roads
In opposite directions
Fast moving vehicles
Continuous traffic,
On uneven, wavy roads
Running, panting, creepy
Youth, adults and aged travellers
Diverse forms of vehicles
Wherefrom, they have come
Is not known, just as our
And of other creatures
Previous and next destination
Is not known to us
Raising curtain from this secret is
Equally tough
Where is our next destination and when
Who has got clue to it
Let him reveal it to us too.
Till then, let us enjoy viewing
This pleasant view of
Traffic of vehicles
Scattered on earth, journey
Of our own and others.
27. GREETING
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Reaching
On summit
Vision reaches till far
With a fast pace
Views clean, refreshed bright
Serialated mountain range
Overjoyed beholding this beauty
Pleased , sips greenery
Filling cups of eyes to brim
At times, delighted
At times, astonished
Ponder over
How and when the care-taker of
Numerous wide-stretched forests,
Gardens-orchids, flower gardens
And our all crops
Comes and takes care of all these
Crop is so abundant
That it suffices for all creatures
My eyes, moist with gratitude
Gratified to you for satiety, greet you
To the last extent of vision
Viewing ethereal beauty
Blooming farms-fields
Heart bows in obligation
With a fast pace, eyes view
Life-bestowing nature
Clean, pure and bright.
28. CONFUSION
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Reaching on
Summit of
Lush green mountain
Glanced downwards
Within a moment
In both eyes
Got confined
Entire town,
Plains, river, bridge
And serpentine pathways
Passing which
We reached so high,
Capturing this splendid view
In eyes,
Presented it to heart
Heart accepted it
Viewed, examined, praised,
Thrilled
Passed it to intellect
As gift
Intellect examined it,
And exercised mind,
Thought of locating
Own house in that clicked view,
Failed, but
This attempt did not prove futile
Realization dawned
About self-identity
That seemed to be very special
Came to realize
This existence is as much unknown
As his own house
In this entire landscape.
Ego subdued
Internal darkness
Came to an end
Confusion ended
Got polite
Reaching on
Summit of
Lush green mountain.
29. TINY GIRL
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Sweet like doll
Tiny girl
Plays with handkerchief
In fun,
Draws sketch of life
Creates, discards, embellishes
For hours, folds
Handkerchief , with concentration
Unaware of
Crowded ambience
And of her future
Moves handkerchief in air
Moving freely, with playful movements
Would cover her head with
Like a scarf
Keeps it in pocket
Wipes sweat
Makes a ball and bounces
Cuddles it
Putting it in form of doll
Puts it on shoulder
Carrying like heavy burden
Walks bending
Pretends to wipe tears with it
Or acting of coughing
Uses it as pillow
At times, as broom,
Unaware of all.
Is she doing rehearsal of roles
That she has to perform
Till attaining old age.
This chit of girl is so capable
She is master of diverse forms of art
She is progenitor of all
Even then, treated as unwanted
Why is she despised?
Treated as inauspicious
Why is she killed
Even before birth?
Doll like sweet,
Tiny baby, unborn girl.
If you have to kill
Kill your sick mentality
Blemished mental attitude
Clumsy malpractices
Conservatism
Such considerations
And reasons of such considerations
Don't kill that doll like
Sweet tiny girl
Neither before birth
Nor after birth
Or else,
Human -race will extinguish
Without this sweet tiny girl.
30. HOME TURNING INTO HOUSE
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Brick, stones, mortar
Create lovely house,
Love, sacrifice, hard work, patience
Convert house into unique home.
Constructing house is not a cake-walk
Transforming house into home is
More difficult than that,
While strolling, viewed grand buildings
Many palatial houses
Surpassing other in grandeur
But came across, very few homes,
Resources for constructing house enhanced
Virtues that turned house into home
Are diminishing.
Lest this happens
Visible all -around are huge houses
Lifeless-deserted-devitalized
Devoid of affectionate ambience
Houses seem like night-shelter
Without fragrance of affinity
Neither yours, nor mine
Houses seem like inhabitation.
To give them appearance of home
O, Mind! Put some efforts
So that houses don't remain sheer houses
And don't vanish all homes
Smeared with love.
31. DON'T WOMEN GET TIRED ?
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Irrelevant of any weather
Indulge in labour, with labourers
Female labourers
Holding children too,
After sunset
Picking twigs
Cooks food on
Earthen stove
Fetches water from
Government tap
Washes clothes
Whereas
Relax, taking bath
Sitting comfortably
Indulge in raillery
Exhausted labourers
Don't female labourers
Get tired?
2.
In all villages
In farm barn
Females lend equal helping hand
To farmers
Several times
Even more than them
In dusky hours
Carrying lumber on head
Or at times, carrying grass
Return home
Daughters fetch
Pitcher full of water
Prepare meals in kitchen
Laughing, conversing, singing
Unitedly mother and daughters
Whereas
To relax
Father and sons
Walk around leisurely
Discuss politics
Comment on weather
Don't women-folk in villages
Get tired ?
3.
In metropolitans and cities
Whether it be out of need
Or out of craze
To do something on own accord
On their own level
Willingly assuming
Dual responsibility
With social liabilities as well
Women keep on working
Morning to evening
Men do exercise
Go for evening walk
Entertain themselves
In their own distinct ways
Children play, watch T.V.
Ask at times
Why does not mother
Sit and watch T.V.
Who cares to think and explain
Why don't get tired
Working women?
32.WHITE AND BLACK
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Black and white
Only these two colours are visible
On snow-clad mountains
That were green till yesterday.
A little bit sandy, too
For sometime, eyes were closed,
During night itself, this miracle happened
Moon-light covered greenery
Darkness covered sandy soil.
On mountains were visible only two colors
Black and white.
Stretching wings
White-colored birds
Seemed covering darkness
Diffusing brightness
Become mates of hope
Shine lie rays
On black surface of earth
Take away anguish of mind
Showcasing divine beauty
Only two colors are visible
Black and white
Both are competing with each other
Snow fell like swabs of cotton
By and by, right in front of the eyes
Moonlight dominated
Mind became cheerful
White colour descended
On leaves of trees
On courtyard of houses
On terrace, fields,
It seems symbolic of
Victory of truth
Symbol of peace,
Arrival of happiness
As if eager lover
Waiting for beloved
Apostle of humanity
Resource of cleanliness,
This colour is favourite of all
White and white colour
Prevalent everywhere
Till the extent of vision
And on those high mountains
That were green till yesterday.
33. CRITICISM
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Involved in criticizing
Whole world spends time
This is means of entertainment
Capable of reforming
Cures like medicine.
It is easy to criticize
But not easy to bear it,
It is not of individuals
It is criticism of their behaviour
Basically, all individuals are almost alike
But appear different
Due to difference in behaviour
There are so many varieties of behaviour
Sweet, bitter, sour, spicy
Satirical and serious
Good, bad and mixed
Concocting these
Different kinds of personalities evolve
For falling prey to critics.
Criticizing is easy
But listening to criticism
That too own,
Is so painful and intolerable
It is beneficial as well
If we contemplate on it
It treats our shortcomings
Cautions us, rectifies
Conduct,- behaviour.
If criticism becomes guide of
Public representatives
Administrative officers
Social reformers
It becomes a means of development
If criticism retains its grace
It is highly appreciable
If turns venomous, it will be fatal.
Destroyer of happiness and peace
Assuming positive form
Let it flow perennially,
Let it proliferate!
Involved in criticizing
Whole world spends time.
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Not only in cities
In villages too, trend of
An evening walk prevails
Women go for a walk daily
Instead of holding chain of dogs
And mobile, hold sickle in hand
Tying *chunree tightly on head
Risking their lives,
Like brave warriors
In every season, every evening
They go to cut grass,
Conversing with their friends
Moving cautiously, managing escape
From venomous creatures
Carefully cut
Lush green grass,
Keeping in mind
Likes and dislikes of animals
Just like caring for diverse needs of
Members of family,
Sharing their pleasure and pain
Move their skillful hands,
Discussing about neighbourhood
About farming
With the level of heap of grass rising
Their knowledge enhances,
Many problems of daily life
Get tackled over there,
While cutting grass
Learns new recipes
During conversation
Many issues are resolved
In the process of tying bundles of grass
Many new plannings are done
They keep in mind new tricks
Holding on head
Heavy bundle
Relieving their mind
Recharging their batteries,
Grass fetching them hope
With relaxed facial expression
Depicting ethereal beauty
In dusky hours,
Return with slow pace
From their evening walk,
Holding sickle in hand.
*chunree : particoloured dupatta, a long stole
35. PAINT
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Painting
Interior and exterior
Decorated, brightened house
Seems pleasant and beautiful
O, That! Our inner self gets decorated like this.
We get immersed in such a color that
Our conscience glows
Painted by brush of piety
We become very pleasant
Bestow us with such cosmetics
Spots and scars of vice
Get erased
Coated by cover of love
We immerse in it absolutely
Malice of heart
Darkness of ignorance
All are washed away
Let colour of enlightenment
Coat us layer after layer.
37. WINGS OF LOVE
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Where have vanished those wings
Golden wings of love!
On dint of those wings
We used to fly
In the sky of sunny love
Deeming ourselves
Mighty, very mighty
Easily faced huge storms
Could combat with ordeals
Crossed all the hurdles
With a jovial disposition
Tackling all the abeyance.
Absolutely relaxed were
body-mind-soul,
Worldly sorrows
Failed to overpower
Came and moved away
Flight got accomplished
With fuel of love
And strong thread of faith
In hands of love
Enjoyed flight
With golden wings
With support of it.
Where have these gone now
Let me observe
Wings still exit, but why don't they fly
Lacking enthusiasm, feeble
How this trickiness followed
Got blood spattered
Due to obstinacy for flying
Let me go near to observe
Oh! So many wounds
How they got it
When and by whom
Were these inflicted
By our own people or by outsiders
It is no use counting
Why should I blame anyone
Let me accept it as destiny.
To diminish my pain
I should effortfully
Try to find permanent solution.
Fetch divine fuel of
Limitless love
From spiritual power
That never exhausts
On dint of it
Fly and reach far way
Wherever I wish to reach
Never fall into
Hell of desire and delusion
Don' t get entangled in trap of fallacy
I secure such wings of love
As make me feel blessed
Wander in entire universe
Becoming replica of love
Fly with wings of love
Reach source of love.
38. RECTIFICATION
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Scribbled something on slate
Found some error in it
Rubbed off immediately
Rectified it
Heart derived immense pleasure
We bloomed with satiety.
O, that!
Words originated from tongue,
Invective words
Unpleasant conversation,
Inhumane behaviour
Impact of natural calamity
All bitter experiences,
Could be like words
Scribbled on slate
Or like words
Typed on computer screen.
Could be modified
Without hurting
Scope remained
For rectification
On pages of life
Wiping with repentance
From pen of body
Putting ink of good-will
Continually, by and by
Would diffuse cozy
Pearl-like enchanting
Gracious feelings of affection
That would suffice to build
Bridge between relations
In the entire world,
O, that!
Our expressions could be
Like words
Scribbled on slate
Or typed on computer screen
That could be prettified, rectified,
Spread all-around
Light
Sweetness
Peace
Joy and bliss.
39. NEWS
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Move away, move away, O, winds!
Don't bring such news,
As makes us bow our head with shame
And aghast
Our eyes remain wide-opened.
We used to wait enthusiastically
For news
Elaborate reviews
Fetched us satisfaction.
Presently, such news are
Overcasting newspapers
Such headlines, such details.
Challenging
Existence of humanity
Shameful news
News of violence and cruelty.
Dignified pen feels ashamed
In describing such events
Such weird news
Such titles are becoming
Part of newspapers.
Why anecdotage of all cities?
Such conditions, such questions
Cause a lingering agony
Wiggle our intellect,
Cause anguish,
Why are coming in forefront
Unpleasant news of
Inhumane instincts
Reproachable deeds?
Why our thoughts are getting illiberal?
Why are we getting narrow-minded?
Our behaviour is perverted
And circulated more and more.
Our glorious culture
That held super most
Humane relations
And national interest
Is getting blemished.
Why, but, why?
Steps of our society are moving
Towards declination,
O, new era! Contemplate
Find some solutions
That we don't get such news
As mislead our present
Misguide and bewilder
Unpleasant, provoking news.
O, Winds! Cause some miracle
Fetch us auspicious news
That make our heart enthusiastic
Circulate pleasant hope
Fetch, good news, O, Winds!
So that our country does not have
To downcast head, in shame.
Fetch pleasant news
Move away, O, winds! Move away.
40. BOUNDARIES OF TIME
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Boundaries of time
I cross silently
As often, all do
Roaming in sea of time.
Peeping in dreamy eyes of children
I re-live my childhood
In the listless eyes of my mother
Struggling for self-respect
I live my future.
Childhood and mature age mingle in me
Breaking hard shackles of
Boundaries of time,
Makes me like time
And I keep on swinging continually
In boundaries of childhood
In dreams of old age
I peep into eyes of
Mother and children
Probe for myself in it
And touch finally
Past and future of
My human existence
In my body
Transcending limits of time
Howsoever I wish, whenever I wish
Live any moment in a way
In which all of us
Always struggle
For upliftment.
Stealing strength and virtues of
Both the periods
Like an observer
Enjoy crossing the limits of time
This is feasible for all
If they plan
To cross boundaries of time
Just as I silently
Cross
All boundaries of time.
41. VILLAGE AWAKENS
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Chirping of birds
Bellowing of cows
Sound of blowing of conches
Ringing of bells
Fragrance of flowers
Touches sleeping nostrils
Smell of sautéing
Rattling of utensils
All combined
Open eyes
That were closed
Exhausted
Yester-evening
Eyelashes uplift
Orangish light spreads
Languid childhood gets up
Youth yawns
Delicately, slowly
Relaxing, without any flurry
The village wakes up
Without any alarm
In a natural way
With a pleasing tone
The village awakens
By and by, on its own
Gets ready
With a cool disposition
To enjoy abundantly
Sun and shade of
Upcoming time.
42. DAWN IN HILLS
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In hills, opening doors
Every early morning,
Chirping-hopping
Colourful birds
Wish Good Morning
Blossoms bow down
To greet you
Pure cool breeze
Touching softly
Fills freshness in eyes
Slowly and gradually
Transmits enthusiasm and energy
In body and mind,
For performing daily chores,
Pleasant viewing
High-low hills
Every morning
Prepare us for facing
Ups and downs of life,
Some rare moments
In vicinity of nature
Are sufficient to tackle
Minor-major targets daylong
That are foundation of
Minor and major accomplishments
Even if, we fail to attain targets,
Virtual feeling of efforts
Nurturing self-satisfaction
Reflects in glowing faces
Peaceful, satisfied, pleased
In hills, early morning.
Vigourously shakes
Ecstatic sleep, at times,
Doubtful thoughts
Hearing distant echo of explosion
Bosom of hill has been
Shattered by some ammunition.
Stripping hills
Layer after layer,
For constructing houses, offices
Dams and night-shelters
Destroying nests, dwelling places
Making wild beasts shelterless
Turning earth into barren land
Denuding hills,
Snatching their green attire
If not stopped immediately
Devoid on day, will be
Progeny of present
Of gaining energy constantly.
43. MEANNESS
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The Creator created
A huge world,
Provided food to
Innumerable creatures
Love and affection to all
How mean is human-being
And a bit more mean is
His narrow-mindedness
He builds a house
Or inherits it
Does not tolerate presence of
Kith and kin in it
He possesses everything
Lest anything gets dirty
With touch of
His own people
Lest his comfort is interfered
He is not able to tolerate
Their interference
Who are actually
Born out of same source
Of which breed he is.
Erecting walls of selfishness
They set limits in between
Big and small houses
Without thinking even once
God has not created any wall
After construction of which
Affection is divided.
To flourish like fragrance
Who requires
Affectionate
Fragrant huge world
Untouched by meanness
Inside and outside of hearts.
44. GROUND
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Shivering with cold
On a lethargic holiday
Cozy golden rays of the Sun
Cajoled lotus-like face of
Shivering dawn
Reluctantly
Yawning
Moving slowly
Sheet of fog
Studded with beads of dew
Dawn rose
And with its light
Awakened, patting
The ground, half asleep
As it got fully awake, by and by
Children who had been waiting
Teen-agers, youth
Forming groups
With their companions
Taking along with them
Cricket, foot-ball
Skipping rope-badminton
And other items
Landed in the ground
Ripe-aged persons , too
Came out for strolling
Accompanying them were
Groups of swans and birds
Some persons came to lounge
Some for stretching their bodies
Some came to play cards
Or to read newspaper
Women-folk, after completing chores
Fetching crochets and knitting pins
Groundnuts-* revari
Came to relax
Houses on all sides
Seemed deserted ,
Appeared viewing with jealousy
Ground, full of hustle-bustle
Still, having much of empty space,
This huge ground is evidence of
Countless festivals and fairs
And historical events.
So much, tolerant, so polite
As great as it is huge.
O, that courtyards of our hearts
Too get so huge
To accommodate
Affection and love of
All creatures,
Our own and strangers
O, Huge ground!
Give us this boon
All become as great as you!
* Revari : a sweet dish prepared with jaggery and seeds of seasame.
45. NOBLE DEEDS
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If others, cause harm to you,
Let them do so
Why should we leave helping others
If others, don't mend their ways
Let it be so, just ponder over it
We should improvise ourselves
Even if, unable to do favour to anyone
At least, should not cause harm
Blessed with human entity
If we don't help others
Undoubtedly, repentance will prevail
If we harm someone
It will be a heinous crime
From social point of view
Whether we get punishment or acquittal
In the court of conscience
We will be culprit life-long
We should not be ashamed of ourselves
We should live with our head held high
Live life with this firm determination
Let others cause harm, if they wish
We should not leave noble deeds.
46. LABYRINTH OF MOMENTS
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Time is a labyrinth
We get entrapped in it
Fail to break it
Are all of us *Abhimanyu?
Keep on moving, performing deeds
Till me meet
Our destined end
We live in ignorance
Sipping each and every drop of life
Deeming every drop as last
Toil hard
With full dedication
Rising above doubts
Derive from each and every moment
Gift of thousands of moments
Wasted so far
Get emancipated from debt
Live every moment of life
Boldly
Roam around merrily
With decency like Arjun
In the labyrinth of time
Decently
Keep on working hard
Till time sets us
Free from labyrinth
Getting defeated from us
Himself.
Abhimanyu : a warrior described in the ancient Hindu epic Mahabharata, who after getting entrapped in Chakarvyuh ( Labyrinth) exhibited amazing bravery in the conflict.
WAVE OF PANG
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O! Wave of pang
Revert to your source of origin
Twinge, longing, restlessness, prick
And all kith, kin, friends
Take away with you entire clan.
O, wave of pang, hark!
You are not bad, you are loveable to
Your kindred
Stay under their umbrage
Your elders might have
Imparted you a piece of advice
That you should not go anywhere uninvited
Pay due respect to precious time of others
Else, be prepared to bear offense
Or be prepared to listen to Prayers
Just as we are doing
All are not so spirituelle
We are politely pleading you
Go back, O! Wave of pang
To your own world, your habitat
And seek endearment of your own loved ones
It is neither good to do nor bear abomination
Neither do bad, nor let others do bad to you
Do good and make others do good to you.
Go back, O! Wave of pang
To get rid of these sufferings
Your departure will be supportive
Move back, move away, O! Wave of pang.
Along with twinge, longing, restlessness, prick
And all kith, kin, friends
O! Wave of pang
Revert to your source of origin
So that our world gets prosperity again
We will be obliged to you
Move back, move back
O! Wave of pang.
Don't ever cross
Your boundary again.
Don't allocate suffering to anybody
Don't inflict such wounds
Even to your own loved ones
As are difficult to heal
Throughout life
O! Dear wave of pang
Hope, you understood
We have common munificent
All are related mutually
For sake of that relation
Take path to your own habitat
I plead you to return
O! Wave of pang.
Dwell merrily in your town.
It is customary to give parting gift,
I am gifting you well wishes
Fetch along and move to your destination
So that, world views dawn of comfort
O! Wave of pang.
Say adieu to us.
48. DIAMONDS AND PEARLS
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Thousands of unique diamonds
So beautiful and bright
Who diffused,
O. Night! Disclose to me.
Did *kuber shower
These transparent delicate pearls?
With advent of dawn, eyes witnessed
O, Sun God! Halt a while
Send a fairy
Instructing her
To make them real
With touch of her magical wand
I will hold plenty of these in fist
And scatter
Over colony of destitute
Lethargic, disappointed eyes
Will brighten up like pearls
After that, you rise
O, Sun! And
At time of sunset
Instruct night
To scatter continually
Beautiful diamonds and pearls.
*Kuber : God of wealth, in Hindu Mythology
49. JOY
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Firstly, some run
Chasing joy,
Others follow them.
Whenever,
Petty joys are derived
Faces bloom with happiness
For a few moments, few days,
Then, wither
Thinking, why others
Fetched more,
Competition starts,
For moving ahead,
Mental turmoil begins
Blind race starts
Some stumbled headlong
Trampling them,
Many moved ahead
To gain temporary happiness
Some curtailed their steps
Some hands bent down
To lift trodden beings
To caress them affectionately
To let them move side by side
To help them move ahead
They gained
Divine pleasure,
Utter happiness
Permanent satiety
Real joy
Termed as bliss-
What is this exactly?
Only he knows,
Who has experienced it
This is awakening.
Who so ever, they might be,
What will they gain
Who move on
Trampling others,
For sake of momentary pleasure
That is transient only
They remain unaware of
Trance of delight
Oh, how unfortunate are they!
Who blindly chase happiness.
They will keep on racing
If they don't awaken.
50. LET LOVE PERSIST
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With affectionate touch of
Sun-rays
Melt glaciers
Seem to be declaring,
Softness exists even in
Rigid hearts
Whether it be solid snow
Or rigid heart
Melt
In close vicinity
Of warmth of love.
Keep intact
This warmth
To make life lively
Save love
Keep on distributing, enhancing
Happiness, willingly.
Be like affectionate touch
And spread like sun-rays
Disperse love
So that melt away
Hatred, jealousy -malice
Let only love persist
And
Let its warmth diffuse all-around.
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