need ka nirmaan phir phir...

yah uthee aandhi ki nabh mein
chha gaya sahsa andhera
dhooli dhoosar badalon ne
bhoomi ko iss bhaanti ghera
raat sa din ho gaya
phir raat aayee aur kali
lag raha tha ab na hoga
iss nisha ka phir savera
raat ke utpaat bhay se
bheet jan-jan bheet kan-kan
kintu prachi se usha ki
mohini muskaan phir phir,
need ka nirman phir phir
neh ka aahvaan phir phir!

kruddha nabh ke vajradanton mein
usha hai muskaraati,
ghor garjanmay gagan ke
kanth mein khag pankti gaati
ek chidiya chonch mein
tinka liye jo jaa rahi hai
vah sahaj mein hi pavan unchaas ko
neecha dikha rahi hai.
nash ke dukh se kabhi
dabta nahin nirmaan ka sukh
pralay ki nistabdhata mein
srushti ka navgaan phir phir,
need ka nirmaan phir phir
neh ka aahvaan phir phir!

--
Harivansh Rai Bachchan
(a gr8 hindi poet)

miles 2 go b4 I sleep...

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here,
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer,
To stop without a farmhouse near,
Between the woods and frozen lake,
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake,
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep,
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

--
Robert Frost
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Hindi translation -->

gahan saghan manmohak van taru
mujhko aaj bulate hain,
kintu kiye jo waade maine
yaad mujhe aa jate hain;

abhi kahaan aaram bada
yeh mook nimantran chhalna hai,
arey abhi to meelon mujhko,
meelon mujhko chalna hai!

--
Harivansh Rai Bachchan

...ek timtimata tara ho

hawaon se dosti hai, aasmanon se ishq,
zameen se toot gaya hai rishta -
chaaron taraf gehre-se hain andhere,
thake-thake se hain chiraag;
aur tum, kahin door ek timtimata tara ho !!

tumhare bin chalun to kidhar, jaoon to kahan?
tumhari mehek manzil bhi hai, aur rasta bhi!
ummeed ka nasha hai -
kahin shayad tum chupchap, palat aao !!

tum palat aao ki, tamannaon ki angdaai palte,
tabassum ki roshni palte, zindagi palat aaye shayad!
meri manzil, tu mujhse apna pata to na chheen,
tujhse milne ko hi ab, bas zinda hoon shayad !!

yehi baaki raha tha, meri zindagi ka maqsad,
ke hatasha bhare iss jahaan mein,
kisi aur ka na sahi, tumhara hi ho saath!
par tum bhi iss veeran raat mein,
iss athaah nirasha bhare khyal mein,
sirf,
kahin door ek timtimata tara ho !!

--
vps.. d warrior
(09/12/08)

mujhe manzilon ki talash hai...

Na Kisi Ka Dil Mujhe Chahiye
Mere Dil Ko Dil Jo Samajh Sake
Mujhe Us Nazar Ki Talash Hai
Mujhe Manzilon Ki Talaash Hai...

Mujhe kaanton Ki Nahin Lagan
Dil Mein Hai Bas Ye Ek Chubhan
Mera Saath Khaye Jo Thokarein
Uss Humsafar Ki Talash Hai.....

Jahan Bandagi Ke Ujale Hain
Jahan Log Chahnewaale Hain
Wahin Raahi Milte Pyar Ke....
Uss Rehguzar Ki Talash Hai

Mere Dhadkanon Mein Jo Raag Hai
Yeh Basant Hai, Yeh Bihag Hai
Yeh Jo Halki Halki Si Aag Hai
Meri Umr Bhar Ki Talash Hai

Na Kisi Ka Dil Mujhe Chahiye
Na Kisi Ke Dar Ki Talash Hai
Mere Dil Ko Dil Jo Samajh Sake
Mujhe Us Nazar Ki Talash Hai
Mujhe Manzilon Ki Talaash hai... !!!

A heart-touching reality.. a must-read

A few years ago at the seattle special olympics, nine contestants, all physically or mentally disabled, assembled at the starting line for the 100 yard dash.

At the gun, they all started out, not exactly in a dash, but with a relish to run the race, to the finish, and win. All, that is, except one little boy who stumbled on the asphalt, tumbled over, and began to cry. The other eight heard the boy cry. They slowed down and looked back. Then they all turned around and went back. Every one of them. One girl with down's syndrome bent down and kissed him and said," this will make it better."

Then all nine linked arms, and walked together to the finish line. Everyone in the stadium stood, and cheered; the cheering went on for several minutes.

People who were there are still telling the story. Why? Because deep down we know this one thing: What matters in life is more than winning for ourselves. What matters in this life is helping others win, even if it means slowing down, and changing our course.

This story on the olympics may not be quite right, but its all about getting you and me to take a look at life and put it into perspective. For example, (in d words of a close friend of mine).. "I call my mother every day, that’s because my father has died and I will never be able to speak to him again, I did not speak to him enough when he was alive, same goes for my elder brother who at 26 died this summer, I regret not calling him every day." So this story on the 100m dash is not about true or false.. it's about how you look at the story and to show that it is possible to be competitive and human at the same time. Now go.. say hi to someone you should have said it to already.

nav-din vivran..

ek din jab savere savere,
surmayi se andher ki chaadar hata ke
ek parbat ke takiye se,
sooraj ne sar jo uthaaya, toh dekha
dil ki vaadi mein chaahat ka mausam hai
aur yaadon ki daaliyon par
an-ginat beete lamhon ki kaliyaan mahekne lagi hain

ankahi ansuni aarzoo,
aadhi soyi huwi, aadhi jaagi huwi
ankhein malte huwe dekhti hai,
ke laher dar laher...
aauj dar mauj, behti huwi zindagi hai.. !!

--
VP.. d warrior
(Vikas Pratap Singh)

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aspire 2 inspire.. b4 u expire

Lehron se Darkar nauka par nahin hoti,
koshish karne walon ki kabhi haar nahin hoti

Nanhi cheenti jab daana lekar chalti hai,
chadhti deewaron par, sau bar phisalti hai.
Man ka vishwas ragon mein saahas bharta hai,
chadhkar girna, girkar chadhna na akharta hai.
Akhir uski mehnat bekar nahin hoti,
koshish karne walon ki haar nahin hoti.

Dubkiyan sindhu mein gotakhor lagata hai,
ja ja kar khali haath lautkar aata hai
Milte nahi sahaj hi moti gehre paani mein,
badhta dugna utsah isi hairani mein.
Muthi uski khali har bar nahin hoti,
koshish karne walon ki haar nahi hoti.

Asaflta ek chunauti hai, sweekar karo,
kya kami reh gayi, dekho aur sudhar karo.

Jab tak na safal ho, neend chain ko tyago tum,
Sangharsh ka maidan chhodkar mat bhago tum.
Kuch kiye bina hi jai jaikar nahin hoti,
koshish karne walon ki haar nahin hoti.

– Harivansh Rai Bachchan

My Betrayed Love

In the pain of scorching sun

deserted was her I witnessed

avoiding to wipe the sweat on her forehead

as the cursed time she faced.

In the pouring rains she wept I saw

as the tears camouflaged in those drops

alone in those water logged fields

witnessing the wet harvest of crops.

I saw her in those fallen relics

that shouted the historic glory,

that heroic age and its saddened fall

in those missing pages of glory.

I saw her in that mesmerising moon

which lightened her unseen sorrow,

through my window I watched her sink

in the endless wait of tomorrow.

I saw her in those blossoming springs

when the flowers bloomed in fragrance,

she remained alone for surveillant fate

as time tested her patience.

I saw her back in the defunct chamber

where black blood pour out of her veins.

Her face buried in her folded arms

in dark corners she wept out her pains.

Turning away from the evidences I saw

Worried and thinking of that figure so blur,

who was she? making me her presence felt

taking me on ride of the forbidden slur?

In the night past 12 as I closed my eyes,

again she haunted my mind,

all her sightings in my open eyes

set the story to unwind.

It was the same date that made me saw her,

as my emotions broke my heart's prison

she was the sad face of my dark memories

my betrayed love, still haunting my vision.

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