"As a man matures in thinking, his past simple beliefs slowly get shattered and the real bitter truth about life stares directly into his eyes. It is like the shattering of belief in Santa Clause in children. Sooner or later the real truth dawns"
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Sometimes we get fed up with every thing in this world. Nothing matters any more. One tends to be indifferent to pleasure or pain at that time.
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Here is a window to your own childhood, opened by Ram Vilas Sharma Ji. As if you turn back and look back in time. Last stanza beautifully put it in words.
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Madhushala is one of the most popular book of Hindi poetry. There was a time that this work of poet Harivansh Rai Bachchan, comprising 135 verses, was a craze. Here are few selected verses from Madhushala.
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I recently saw the movie "Maine Gandhi Ko Nahin Mara" directed by Jahnu Barua, with lead characters played superbly by Anupam Kher and Urmila Matondkar. It is a gripping tail of a familys struggle to treat the delusional dementia of their old father. A poem that runs through the movie is very inspirational and I thought I should share it with the readers. Here is the poem, especially for those who get disheartened by failures. The poem is attributed to Suryakant Tripathi Nirala
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A golden cage may entice a person for some time but then there is a yearning for freedom… and a nostalgia about the bygone days when freedom was taken for granted. Here is a lovely poem by Shivmangal Singh Suman
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Life is strange. One must move on in spite of constant problems and obstructions. Here is a lovely poem by Shivmangal Singh Suman
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Mahadevi Ji was a pillar of Hindi poetry in the Chhayavad era. Her poems are characterized by a strict adherence to meter and purity of language. Though at times difficult to understand, they nonetheless have a mesmerizing quality. Resolve to keep marching in spite of untold difficulties on the path, is beautifully depicted in this famous poem –
We have heard that the entire world loves a lover. Yet there are times when society is absolutely callous towards young lovers or is even against their union. At such occasions, society seems like a monolith made of cold steel that retains its shape and coldness unmindful of what is being steamrolled. Cold steel is a metaphor for cold realities of life
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Indians settled abroad are generally viewed as the ones who have made it and have attained the ultimate success with respect to careers and worldly possessions. But what we do not often realize is what they have to sacrifice for this success. They give up the mother land, the cultural milieu and are for ever stuck in an alien culture. For many pravasi Indians, bodies remain in their adopted countries but hearts are left behind in India, wandering in the by lanes of the cities and villages they left behind. Rakesh Khandelwal Ji is a pravasi poet and in this poem he has beautifully depicted the nostalgia that often becomes all too powerful
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November here denotes the twilight of life. One remembers the by-gone love of yesteryears that was lost. What would she be doing, one wonders… The years would have aged her too. This bit by bit aging (til til kar pakna) would go-on till the end of life … beautifully stated in the last stanza. I especially like the last four lines. The metaphor of life with a dirt path that runs along with the train line but suddenly turns and vanishes in the fields.
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भारतेंदु की कविता - A Poem by Bhartendu
निज भाषा उन्नति अहै, सब उन्नति को मूल।बिनु निज भाषा-ज्ञान के, मिटत न हिय को सूल।।
अँग्रेजी पढ़ि के जदपि, सब गुन होत प्रवीन।
पै निज भाषा-ज्ञान बिन, रहत हीन के हीन।।
निज भाषा उन्नति बिना, कबहुँ न ह्लै है सोय।
लाख उपाय अनेक यों, भले करे किन कोय।।
इक भाषा इक जीव इक, मति सब घर के लोग।
तबै बनत है सबन सों, मिटत मूढ़ता सोग।।
और एक अति लाभ यह, या में प्रगट लखात।
निज भाषा में कीजिए, जो विद्या की बात।।
तेहि सुनि पावै लाभ सब, बात सुनै जो कोय।
यह गुन भाषा और महं, कबहूं नाहीं होय
भारत में सब भिन्न अति, ताहीं सों उत्पात।
विविध देस मतहू विविध, भाषा विविध लखात।।
सब मिल तासों छाँड़ि कै, दूजे और उपाय।
उन्नति भाषा की करहु, अहो भ्रातगन आय।।
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जो कल थे,
वे आज नहीं हैं।
जो आज हैं,
वे कल नहीं होंगे।
होने, न होने का क्रम,
इसी तरह चलता रहेगा,
हम हैं, हम रहेंगे,
यह भ्रम भी सदा पलता रहेगा।
सत्य क्या है?
होना या न होना?
या दोनों ही सत्य हैं?
जो है, उसका होना सत्य है,
जो नहीं है, उसका न होना सत्य है।
मुझे लगता है कि
होना-न-होना एक ही सत्य के
दो आयाम हैं,
शेष सब समझ का फेर,
बुद्धि के व्यायाम हैं।
किन्तु न होने के बाद क्या होता है,
यह प्रश्न अनुत्तरित है।
प्रत्येक नया नचिकेता,
इस प्रश्न की खोज में लगा है।
सभी साधकों को इस प्रश्न ने ठगा है।
शायद यह प्रश्न, प्रश्न ही रहेगा।
यदि कुछ प्रश्न अनुत्तरित रहें
तो इसमें बुराई क्या है?
हाँ, खोज का सिलसिला न रुके,
धर्म की अनुभूति,
विज्ञान का अनुसंधान,
एक दिन, अवश्य ही
रुद्ध द्वार खोलेगा।
प्रश्न पूछने के बजाय
यक्ष स्वयं उत्तर बोलेगा।
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