Wednesday, June 29, 2011

વ્યથા (gujrati)

વ્યથા નો સમય નથી હોતો

સમય નો અંત નથી હોતો....



રણ માં સુરજ રોજ તપે છે
સમુંદર નો અંત નથી હોતો.....



કઈ વ્યથા ને હૂં ત્યજું
અને કયા સમય ને અપનાવું

એ પણ એક પ્રસન છે
એ પણ એક વ્યથા છે


અને એનો પણ અંત નથી હોતો....





રોજ જીવું છુ એ બ્રહ્મ માં કે સુરજ ક્યારેક મલકશે


પણ... એ બ્રહ્મ નો પણ અંત નથી હોતો...



અળગો કરી રહ્યો છુ અવકાશ થી

અળગો કરી રહ્યો છુ એ આસ થી

ઝતા


વિચારો નો અંત નથી થતો...






કેવળ મનુષ્ય છુ ,.. ઈશ્વર નહિ


ક્યારે સમ્જીસ


એ મુન્જ્હવન નો અંત નથી થતો....


we humans and a question of humanity....

I always think about human and humanity, coz that’s the way of life for all of us.




Our paths are always echoed by the vibrations of our inner thoughts. Thoughts to evoke us, yet the chemistry misses at times and we derail ourselves unknowingly from the facts.


Humans are born to such idiotism, and then we try to justify those acts to our own self.


We lie and the penetrations provoke to redo the wrong to correct the misspelled adventure.






Why do we loose the track or what is that force which detracts us???


How ever we try to find that, we are unable to succeed, and that’s what I call


… GOD MOVES IN A MYSTERIOUS WAY…..






The balance of good and ugly has to be there and that’s what I personally think makes us vulnerable to such odds happening.



Some call themselves DONOR; I wonder why they do call so. You had that penny extra in your pocket so you just gave it to the one who needed it; I mean it was an act of extended help. The definition of DONOR needs to be redefined so that the air gets clear of smoke. The reason for me to note this point is coz by such acts the HUMANITY part gets overshadowed by the power of dollars and yens.



Our technology and our run to the moon have exceeded the humanity.


Until we rise above the narrow confines of our own concerns, we cannot be called HUMANS.


Humanity asks little but our own perception defines abruptly as this material world has made us all so selfish.



I would surely like to quote, MAHATMA said…






“You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is an ocean; if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty.”



The quote of DALAI LAMA….



“Love and compassion are necessities, not luxuries. Without them humanity cannot survive. “


The quote of PLATO

 
There will be no end to the troubles of states, or of humanity itself, till philosophers become kings in this world, or till those we now call kings and rulers really and truly become philosophers, and political power and philosophy thus come into the same hands.



Let others improve technology… we start a fresh to



“Improve man’s humanity to man”






Tuesday, June 28, 2011

...you are the one ....

dedicated to ma beloved....







Every year passing by, brings me more near to you…

You are the one, I never knew, when I fall in love with..


You always won the game of life and I enjoyed loosing my part…


The very first time I saw you,

A week before your birthday,

You were wearing the simplest yet beautiful yellow dress…


The walk back from the college, to catch the bus …

And you were catching me for the life…


The smile on your face and the blink of your eyes …

Your try to veil love for me on that very birthday of yours..

That swing of your room

And your gaze me so quiet…


The double sugar CHAI

And your thoughts of the temples…


Sisters teasing you, yet you so lost in ma love…

The very beloved and so very immortal.. You… love of ma life…


Every year passing by, brings me more near to you…

You are the one, I never knew, when I fall in love too...


My wishes and my dreams… you always made it come true…

My heart and my soul… you always made it bloom by your warmth and innocence.


Your eyes said more then those three words…

Love so profound, so sweet and so admirable…


The aura you create, the breeze you come with..

The essence of your presence and your fragrance so eternal..

The gift of god to me… thy being…

What else could I ever ask for…?








On this day of celebration, I feel so content and ever so near..

That I breathe your breath and sense you in my living,

And I pray that we always be

One heart, one soul and one being…


The sunshine’s and moonlights, the stars and the seasons

All so beautiful, with you by my side..

And so again I would say…


Every year passing by, brings me more near to you…

You are the one, I never knew, when I fall in love too...




























Saturday, June 25, 2011

... long distance, a phone call"



Read my voices to feel the silence..

Hear my echoes to feel the depth..

View my tears to feel the cloud..

Touch my shadows to feel the distance..

Away from you I veil my living..

Away from you I aloof my wisdom..

Away from you I emit my earth..

Away from you I seal my compassion..

“ ……………………….. “

The game of hide n seek,

The ride of cycles after school,

Those sweet fights for the chocolates

And you’re ever winning arguments…

Those naughty dimples on your cheeks,

The first outing with a strawberry cream

That pink dress of yours

And the very first hand written note...

Your first blush when you turned 18

Others envy and my pride…

“ ……………………… “

A glimpse today,

And the memories erupt…

You left me like a question paper and made me subject…

to answer the proverbs and similes…



“ ---------------------------- “”””””””

Da phone rang, and the same soft voice,

How are you??? My surprise…

Made me felt, yes I still do exist….

Your question to subject (me)….

With tremble voices…do you still love me???

And I said….

Read my voices to feel the silence..

Hear my echoes to feel the depth..

View my tears to feel the cloud..

Touch my shadows to feel the distance..

Away from you I veil my living..

Away from you I aloof my wisdom..

Away from you I emit my earth..

Away from you I seal my compassion..

And I kept the receiver…

































Thursday, June 23, 2011

..."khwaish....."

Fir tere seher se gujarne ki khwaish hai…

Fir tere rukh se parda uthane ki khwaish hai…



Kahin soya tha lapete apni chadar ko…

samete tere jazbatton ko…

kahin khoya tha bairan kinaron pe

Samete there khayalon ki parchaiyon ko…



Tujhe bhulane ki nakaam kosish karte aaya hoon…

Khudko mitane ke wajah khudko puchte aaya hoon..



Tere pyaar ki gehraion ne kuch is tarah uljhaya hai mujhe

Ke aaj bhi dhundhta hoon apne iradoon ki sehnaiyoon ko…



Mausam ne aaj fir se karvat li hai..

In barsaton me tujhe fir se milne ki khawish ki hai



Wadiyon me lehrati teri khusbu ko fir se apni sanson me bhar loon...

Teri hi kashish hai, teri hi tapish hai..



Fir tere seher se gujarne ki khwaish hai…

Fir tere rukh se parda uthane ki khwaish hai…



"""Afsane bayaan nahin hote kuch alfazon se



Ye woh mausam hai jo jiye jaate hai..



Is rooh ki tapis ne ab hoslon ko buland kar diya hai


Chalo, fir se likhte hai ..... jammen aur aasman ko




bas.... itni si to khwaish hai.... """"

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

.... masala chai...

Masala chai…



Two cups of water and a cup full of milk

Sugar to sweeten you and the leaves to cheer you..

Ginger to spice up and that Masala to refresh you..



Boiling to cook it up…

And your wait to have that taste…



Your cup with my face…

My cup with your face…



Me filling them to feel thy desperation

You eager to sip it up …



First nip kissing me soft..

Rejuvenating your inner self…



Me enjoying that first kiss

Feel your every sip, sweetening you more and more..



Hey stop… 



Masala chai…



Made me … observe your desperation..

Made me … feel your zeal..

Made me … enjoy your sweetness…

Made me… content with your touch…





The ride so splendid…

The taste so exotic…..












































Monday, June 20, 2011

conscious




Lost so many relations, yet all are so very near ..
Lost so many friends, yet all are so very near ..



It makes me wonder, as why I gave a name to those relations..

It makes me wonder, as why I gave a name to those friends..



Yet all they gave me a reason to cherish then and now,

Yet all they gave me a reason to smile then and now,



Memories never erase, they follow like a shadow…

Relations never fade; they still breathe in my essence



Keep in touch was the last bye bye

And I look for the means to keep away that cry



Sky was always clear, it was me who painted colors..

Da moon was always white, it was me who painted pink..



They came and went, I still vent for their come back..



Paths never were easy then and now...

But the mirage of happiness always waited...



Am alive coz of them, and will live for them..

Though they away from me, I still and will always reinvent them..



Coz they taught me to live, then and now…

Coz they taught me to think then and now…

Coz they taught me to breathe then and now…

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