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A Folk Song of India in Hindi And English by Kapoor, Ravindra K
A poem on the little squirrel: English and Hindi by Kapoor, Ravindra K
Hindi by udarwar, amolkumar
language poem in hindi by Gautam, Varish
Translation of the Hindi poem Paani by Chaudhary, Harshita
A Poem on New Hopes- In English and Hindi by Kapoor, Ravindra K
Hindi is my mother tongue by Chaudhary, Harshita
Ilog Na Hindi Natutuyo Ang Agos by Asuncion, Bernard F.
Photo Poem 01 In English and Hindi by Kapoor, Ravindra K
Poet Destroyers Poem in Hindi -Like Ice by Kapoor, Ravindra K

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Famous Last Line

India (Original Poem)

I hear much joy in the music,
View elation in the dance
Feel happiness in the laughter,
Soulful spirit in poetic romance.

I feel love in the language
Swelling in my heart.
Reverence for God and Goddess
In beloved families far apart.

I love the customs and the people
As they celebrate each day
Living life to the fullest
In their honor I wish to pray

That I may learn to be as humble
As loving and as kind,
To be blessed by elder wisdom
In every senior that I find.

This is a gift to give my children
To open their sleepy little eyes.
To see the value in rejoicing,
To reach for stars up in the skies.

When they learn this knowledge
To listen well to the sages,
They will know of sacred secrets
Handed down through the ages.

India (New Poem)

Handed down through the ages,
India's Gods and Goddesses call
Out to me from sacred places.

I want to bathe in Ganges waters,
Be there when monsoons arrive,
View Holi's colors on happy faces.

I wish to absorb all the beauty,
Mix with all the friendly people
And sing in celebration's song.

I want to enjoy the festive music
And watch the dancers dancing,
I wish to truly feel that I belong.

I'd revere every God and Goddess,
Have respect for all Gods I know not.
I'd love to learn of Ganesha's power.

I want to meditate in floral gardens
Contemplate by reflective pools...
Connect my spirit to the Lotus flower.

I would take my small camera with me
And shoot all the sights and sounds,
Share my heart with natives blissfully.

I'd love to share in children's laughter.
Share my thoughts and culture too.
I'd treasure my time in India eternally.

Famous Last Line
March 9, 2016

Holi:
Holi, the Festival of Colors. Holi is celebrated as a welcoming of Spring, and a celebration of the triumph of good over evil. What that translates to in action is an enthusiastic dropping of inhibitions, as people chase each other and playfully splash colorful paint, powder and water on each other. People also attend bonfires to commemorate the story of Prahlada.

Ganges:
Hindus consider the waters of the Ganga to be both pure and purifying. Nothing reclaims order from disorder more than the waters of the Ganga. Moving water, as in a river, is considered purifying in Hindu culture because it is thought to both absorb impurities and take them away. What the Ganga removes, however, is not necessarily physical dirt, but symbolic dirt; it wipes away the sins of the bather, not just of the present, but of a lifetime.

Ganesha:
He is the Lord of success and destroyer of evils and obstacles. He is also worshipped as the god of education, knowledge, wisdom and wealth. In fact, Ganesha is one of the five prime Hindu deities (Brahma, Vishnu, Shiva and Durga being the other four) whose idolatry is glorified as thepanchayatana puja.

Lotus Flower:
The Lotus, the national flower of India, is a symbol of supreme reality. Hindu religion and mythology portray goddess Saraswathi, the muse of learning, as being seated on a lotus flower. To the Indian psyche, the lotus is more than a flower – it represents both beauty and non-attachment. There is a saying that although it grows in mud, it smells of myrrh. Toru Dutt in her sonnet “The Lotus” addresses the flower as the “queenliest flower that blows.”

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Zindagi

Shikayat Toh Sabhi Karte hai
Par shikayat karoge Kab Tak

Haqeeqat Ki Talaash To Sabko Hai
Par Haqeeqat Talaashoge Kab Tak

Jo Bhi Hai
Yehi Zindagi Hai Bas

Jilo Thoda Iseh
Zinda Ho Jab Tak

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Star Flower

In the twilight of suspended star thunder
where the waking jungle and broken Temple of tradition meet one another
she moves with a panthera prana, pranayama of precise paradise, air of spaceless pleasure,

A lavender Tigress of effortless enlightenment
seeking sensations on the edge of eternity's cremation, 
on her fingertips questions and answers dance to mudras of nimble demolition
as the triumph of truth blazes on the tip of her tongue's flavored amusement,
genetics of ginger helix she licks and sticks to the flesh of nude nirvana
limber in the moment of typeless titillation, 
becoming an animal of fearless asana,
a creature of chaos prowling along the heartbeat of karma,

Brahma made her beauty from the diamonds of a billion deceased roses,
the ascetics recognize her as a child of Kali, gorgeous and gruesome in vendetta, 
for the Brahmins she is a Mother of immeasurable mystery, a kiss on the eye of history,
worshipers whisper the wealth of her shameless and shapeless clarity, as charity of Parvati, 

Heirlooms of sun blood and moon love decorate the tender truth of her body,
a garden of webbing galaxies, catching the notions of novas her mandala,
rain romantic in flying fall, plucking the Ganges sitar her mantra,
the movement of melange madness through perfect passion her sutra,
poetry naked on the nerves of nascent love need is her tantra,
chakras uniting to recreate the uncreated color of consciousness, crown her aura,
as the lotus of love blooms blue, she dances on the fragrance of freedom -

J.A.B.

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Helpless

I feel helpless I dont know where to start, 
you are one of my four beating hearts, 
the second beauty I brought into this world, 
I can only watch from a distance, 
from the barrier you set to others, 
I feel the need to wonder because I feel helpless, 
its fear that sets my weakness for you ,
a fear that has hit like a tidal wave I feel helpless, 
you seem so alone and I dont know why,

I watch you ....emoitionless and I just want to cry I feel helpless, 
it's a world of mental illness I could never understand,
it's a weakness always judged even at my own hand,
But now I see you suffer harder and harder days, 
with no way of hepling I feel helpless,

My second born daughter so beautiful and strong,
for all you go through and your days still go on,
you wake day by day and you hold ur hands high,
to the reason you stay in this world, 

I can only be glad you think of me that way because I feel helpless.

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Patradoot or The Messenger 29 /Many


Patradoot or The Messenger29 /Many 
  
English version by  Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor


These young boys and girls,  were brought up,  
By their parents, with great love and affection, 
Now they are mad, in love for their motherland,
To show the splendors of their youthful energy.

They are ready even to sacrifice their heads,
What to say of body pains and tortures inflicted on them, 
By seeing such fearlessness and energy of their youth,
Even the enemy gets ashamed of, dear letter.

Triloki was one of these young boys, 
Who happily took bullets on his chest, dear letter,
And kept on moving ahead without withdrawing,
Keeping the dignity of our nation and Satyagraha.

DESCRIPTION OF MY CITY ALLAHABAD

You will find my beautiful city Allahabad,* 
In an ecstasy and full of rapture, flowing in it’s air,
When you will move on its roads and streets,
Along with the Postman, dear letter.

Ravindra

Kanpur India 12th August 2010                        to continue in 30

Clarifications:

* Allahabad		Also know as Prayag or Triveni is the most ancient city
                                    of India, where river Ganga and Yamuna now meets at
                                    the holy place called Sangam.


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Send me an email on kapoor_skk@yahoo.com

Patradoot in Hindi was originally written by my late father 
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor around  1932, who was a freedom fighter.

He wrote Patradoot in Hindi, when he was kept in Faizabad Jail for quite
a long time. The Epic was written as a gift for my mother and it was
sent to her secretly from Faizabad Jail. He was imprisoned
by the British, as he was fighting for India's freedom 
under the leadership of Mahatma Gandhi. He was imprisoned 
many times during 1920 to 1947. After India’s
independence as a true follower of Gandhi Dr. Amar Nath 
Kapoor left active politics and devoted rest of his life in 
writing easy mass literature and wrote many Dramas, 
Poetry books, epics. All his other literary 
works were mainly written from 1955 to 1990. 
He left this mortal world in 1994.

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Ek tarfa pyar

Thehri hue julfe theri
Jab pawan k joke ched jate he
Dhadkan ruksi jati he meri
Teri ek muskan ke aage

Ruk sa jata he waqt teri ek jhalak ke aage
Sab bhul ke bawra ho jata hu me
Har us gali, maholle se jaha tu guzarti he
Aashiq aawara k naamse jana jata hu me

Dil kehta he teri julfo se khelu
Dhadkan ki raftar badhti jati he tere khayalo se
Jab nazre mod k tu chali jati he
Tab Dhadkan tham jati he meri

Sapne in ankho me kai sanjoye tere
Darta hu kahi aansuo me behna jaye
Dil bayan kar rha he dastane ishq har pal
Juban pe khamoshi har pal cha jaye

Nazro se ankh micholi kesi khel rhe hum
Ishq mera thukrati teri nazre raaz chupaye he kahi
Ek tarfa pyaar saccha he mera
Tere sajde ki aas me hosh sambhal jaye kahi

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My Country


This is an ancient land lapped by two seas in the south,
          girdled by mountains the highest on the earth.
Many mighty rivers flow across this fertile land,
          monsoon rains wash the land where I took my birth.

An eon old civilization grew in west flank,
          permeated the native race of the land.
They assimilated flux of foreign invasion,
          made country’s diversity a unique brand.

Steeped in Vedic culture and the karmic way of life,
          takes pride in the invention of the zero.
In midst of medley of custom, language and belief
          modern times are now coming at a pace slow.

Time will come when the nation will take its rightful place
          in the world stage regaining its lost aura.
Glorious sun of eminence will rise in the east,
          shine on future of my country India.

August 24, 2018

(Form used in the poem is Doha which is a
Hindi form of self-contained couplet in which 
each 24 syllable line is split into two unequal
parts of 13 and 11 syllables)

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Patriotic Poem- Utho Dhara k Amar Saputo

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Parivartan

Sagar mein aaye toofan ki tarah
Sab kuchh palat kar rakh dena chaahta hoon main
Par afsos, hava ke bulbule ki tarah 
Kulbula kar reh jaata hoon main.

Jab jab zulm hote dekhta hoon 
Hriday mein ek hook si uthti hai
Khoon khaulta hai, mera
kyon dobara sard hone ke liye.

Prakriti ki vishaalta ko dekh
Dil ke ghaav aur bhi hare ho jaate hain
Bandhan mein hote hue bhi 
kitni swatantrata hai, sahajta hai, har rishtey mein.

haar gaya hoon, ghut gaya hoon
sansaarik rishton se
kaash! Main bhi mukt ho paata 
inki jakdan se.

nadi ke veg ko jab chattaan rokti hai
sar patak patak ke, lahoo luhaan ho jaata hai, bhi paani…
uski tadpan aur siskan ko  
shushk nigahoon se taak kar reh jaata hoon main

aashaa hi jeewan hai, chaahe swapnil si
vo parivartan, jo sab kuchh badlega, ya phir tahas nahas hoga
oos bhoonchaal ko banne mein, shayad bahut samay lagega
jwarbhaata bhi, sadiyon tak sulagta rehta hai.


From my Hindi poetry collection titled 'Matra Nimit' published in 2014 by Sanbun Publishers, Delhi, India

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Dosti

Kuch saksh hain jo hain bse mere dil me meri rooh me,
Jisne samghaya mughe mai hun alag is bheed me,,
Kar dikhaunga mai kuch aisa unhe viswaas dun,
Jeet lunga sari duniya kyunki ab mai khas hun,,

Kal kisi ne mughse pucha tu koun hai ye to bata,
aankhon me aansu liye bs itna hi mai kah saka,,
Pahle mai bhi dhoondhta tha bheed me khud ko kanhi,
Dil me armano ki joti haath me kuch nahi,,

Wo dost hain jo ban gaye mere liye ek toota tara,
maine maangi dosti wo kah gaye ab tu hamara,,
Chhod kr apni hakikant unko khud me yun basalun,
Unka rang chad jaye mugh pr baki sare rang bhula dun,,

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Mehnat kar Chinta nahi

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Haar se kyu dare hum..
Jab jeet ka pata na ho...
Sapno k tutne ki fikar kyu kare..
Jab pure hone ka pata na ho...

Fikar kyu kare kal ki..
Jab kal k hone ka pata na ho..
Kyu chinta hum kare..
Jab samay ka kuch pata na ho...

Kyun auron ki khushi se apni khushi ko tole..
Kyu na usk gamo ki parvah kare..
Hona wahi hai jo bhagya mei likha..
Toh itni hay tauba kyu kare..

Hai karm Kartavya mera..
Phal ki chinta kyun kare..
Jo hai likha milna mujhe...
Toh usk chinne ki parvah kyu kare..

Haar se kyun dare...
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Yeh khaalipan


Jab Meri Bechaini Mit Jayegi
Jab Mere Dilko Sukoon Mil Jayega
Yeh Khaalipan Mit Jayega

Do Pal Ki Chandni Ke Liye
Aj Bhi Zinda Hoon Main
Meri Khaamoshi Ke Ageh Aasmaan Bhi Khatam Ho Jayega

Kehne Ke Liye Toh Roz Marta Hoon Main
Thoda Aur Marne Ke Liye
Yeh Deewana Kal Phir Ayega

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Ehsaash

Dil mein chupa ke rakhunga us ehsaash ko
Kisi ke aage na bayaan hone dunga apne pyar ko

Tujhko bhi na pata chalne dunga dil mein mere kya hai
Khuch is tarah se khus se door rakhunga khud ko

Wafa, pyar, mohhabat ki kimaat kya
Kisi ne muskaan bhi na di mere jasbaat ko

Sab ki zaroorat tha jab, sab ne pukara
Phir bhul gaye sab, shav ki pahchaan ko

Lamha-lamha, tanha-tanha sacchi maut jee raha hun 
khush hun main dhutkaar ke nakaab-posh zindagi ko

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Tesu A Folk Love Story of India 3

Tesu A Folk Love Story of India Part. 3

Prelude Note: The story as painted here on Poetry Soup is the sole creation and imagination of the writer, except
the names Tesu and Jhonghi.

The Poem Tesu is based on a folk story of India.
The Tesuwalas* (little children with a earthen lamp on their heads) as depicted in the Poem are gradually
diminishing with the passing of time and changing life
styles. It's a tribute to that great warrior and lover Tesu,
who sacrificed his life because he had given words to someone. How and when you would come to know soon ....With best wishes before the festival of Dewali (Light) ...Ravindra

Tesu A Folk Love Story of India Part. 3

The festival of light is again very near
Tesu would be seen
Perhaps once again on the streets,
Till these little girls and boys
Would carry them on their heads
In the lovely decorated Handiya* (earthen pot)
Which resembles
Tesu’s charming beloved, Jhonjhi.07

This is how, the existence
Of the name & deeds of Tesu
Was saved by small village children
Who are carrying it since ages
On their pretty little heads.

Though the name and story has lost
Its real charms and glamour
In the mind of those
Who have forgotten
This non painted hero
Of the bygone age. 08

By coming only once in a year near Dewali*
These little children
Carry Tesu and Jhonjhi,
While singing the Songs
Of their forgotten love story
As a remembrance of a Hero
And his lovely bold beloved Jhonjhi. 09 To continue.....

Ravindra
Kanpur India 08th Nov. 2012

Clarification of Hindi words*

Dewali* - The festival of light.

Tesu* - The Name of the hero of this Poem.

Tesuwalas* - Hindi word. The young boys
and girls, who carry The decorated
earthen pot with holes and a light
inside on their head and come
Once in a year near Dewali are
called ‘Tesuwalas’

Protected under the copy write provisions of Poetry Soup as per US laws. Copying this story without the permission of the writer is strictly prohibited and would be subject to legal remedies taken by the writer.

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THE CRAFT CAN CAPTURE IT

Oh well I got an angry email to begin my day
Because of my last post on the Jabidah thing yesterday
Galit sa akin but greeted me with Assalamu alaykum.
And kung personal Moro friends ko naman ito 
They know I don't criticize Moro leaders
I always leave that to them to criticize their leaders
According to my friends baka nasa gubyerno or something
Next time I'll write na lang about the sea and the palm trees and the beaches 

Pray and pray nalang para walang provocation
ako nga ang daming nag-message sa akin nagalit sa issue ng Sabah standoff
Ikaw pa kaya na wala namanng masama na sinabi dun
Alam mo ‘buti na lang you verbalized that kasi iniisip ko rin ‘yun
I know you have reasons and you know better kaya; I just read your posts
I don’t have to go against parties kasi both have rights
And the issue must be solved

Wala, kasi sa akin kundi independence lamang ang kailangan
May ganyan din kasing realities? 
Minsan you are being asked or expected to take sides
Yes, my side is peace – with peace is independence
Yes, I heard that sa dating Jabidah Massacre celebration
Somebody said that, “Walang kapayapaan kasi walang kalayaan”
And that is very universal, kapatid.

Moro or non-Moro and writing should always geared towards humanity
That’s why for me it “anti-humanity” if you will not listen 
Or suppress when somebody will talk about freedom.
That’s the problem with Filipinos, they don't listen.
Kasi the leaders may sarili ring interests.

How do you see being Filipino?
Ako, it's a cage, Filipino nationalism 
Agenda ng mga oligarchs and landowners 
Filipino nationalism is violence against Muslims and lumads
Kasi ‘pag ako ang tatanunginmo I will never say I am Filipino
Because Tausug it’s not a name but an identity...
I understand but kaunti na lang kayo

Ako sasabihin ko na I am a Filipino but I have reservations
When I was a teenager hindi ako tumatayo ‘pag Lupang Hinirang
ngayon tumatayo na kasi napapaaway ang mga kasama ko sa sinehan
Yes and identity should be critically assessed and examined.
Kaya if they say Filipino ang mga Tausug masakit sa aking loob
But not all, kapatid. try mo pumunta sa Manila
Yung mga Moro na malalapit sa mga institusyon ng Pilipinas
Bakit iba ang Moro at ibang ang Tausug
kaya sila naging Moro at masaya na tawaging Moro 

May identity na naiiba sa Filipino
Pinag-aaralan ko rin yan and ino-observe ‘yung pag-yield sa 'Filipino'
‘Will give Filipinos a disservice
Because it is tantamount to be an accomplice to a corrupt system
And this system is the one that oppresses Muslims
At alam natin ang Tausug di lamang taga-Sulu
Pati Bisayan, Tausug din

As much as possible I am trying to make my writings 'away' 
Away from Filipino nationalism
That's the right way for me and my writing
I will ask first, “How it is to be human?” 
At super last na ang, “How to be a Filipino” 
And the Bangsamoro struggle is the greatest critique to the violence
And failures of Filipino nationalism

Ang problema kasi kaya di successful ang Bangsamoro struggle
Dahil nagdadala sila ng pangalan na di naman originally sa kanila
How come ang pangalan ko ay Abdul sa rights
Gagamitn ko ang Juan para sa aking bayan?
Kaya war of ideas ito and alam mo naman sa akin, ‘pag ideas 
And perspectives walang kompromiso and peace talks 

I do not compromise my language, my craft and myself, my writing
Filipino is an imagined nation, as well as Bangsamoro
Bakit di natin magamit ang orignal nation natin 
Na based sa Sulu archipelago and Mindanao
Yes, actually diyan ako papunta - papunta

Bakit hindi i-Bangsamoro-ized ang buong Filipinas?
It doesn’t mean na i-convert ang Pilipinas 
But the spirit, the struggle it should mean something to Filipinos
It should kasi ang dami na nagbuwis ng buhay
Kaya ko pa na tanggapin kung Maharlika

‘Yan ang gusto kong ma-achieve: Filipinos should listen to Moros
Siyempre marami pang madidiscover along the way
Indeed. Ikaw ba ‘pag sasabahin ko na ‘Tausug’ ano ang maiisip mo?
Tausug is Moro and Moro for me is something that predates 'Filipino'
But now, I would like to know the concept of “Lupah Sug”
I want to know it, I think there are more and beyond Moro on it

Before ‘Moro’ was named to Mindanao and Sulu people
It was first name to Aceh people, Melaka, Brunei and then Manila
Sulu and Mindanao were the last places to have been called the name ‘Moro’
Sulu archipelago was united under the name Sulu archipelago 
The name of people is Tausug. 
Tausug is composed of different ethnics:
Arab, Banjar, Dampuan, Buranun etcetera.
The concept of Sulu as part of dar al islam 
Is already a nation and state 
Where the government is the people and itself headed by sultan or raja

Yes, and I would like to feel this from the ordinary Tausugs when I get there
I would like to experience this from ordinary Tausug and on from place itself.
In the hinterland of Jolo, their laws still on the ground not of Philippine law

I believe in narratives
I want to hear and feel this from the place and from the people.
And then capture it; I have these thoughts 
That Lupah Sug has something that the Moro concept does not have
And it’s a bit metaphysical but sige lang.

I know my craft can capture it.
I think there is a language that can capture it 
And specific craft that can carry its soul
Not fictionalize but put it in a form like a novel or a narrative
Which have their own logic and truths as crafts.






This poem is made after the conversation and sharing with Filipino writer Rogelio Braga who also serves as the editor of the poem. He is currently in Mindanao, travelling and writing; he will then proceed to Sulu Archipelago soon. 2:28PM, 19 March 2013, Facebook Chat across Sulu Sea!

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Meeting of Minds

A dance to hidden music
with a handsome fellow
who seems to sense my mood
he holds me close as we whirl 

Then leading me to scented gardens
he points out the heavenly stars
telling me stories of each one
how they came to be in Dream Time

He romances me with his wondrous stories
telling of mystic places far, far away
all the time holding my hand tenderly
we stroll through the scented gardens

A feeling of peace and paradise fill me
so close I feel to him, love in my soul
this tender meeting of two separate minds
takes me far away to Nirvana in his arms

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Aaj kal

Nigaahon ki betakkaluff baatein nayee chaahat ban gayi hai
Mulaakton ko dil-hi-dil doharaane ki ek aadat ban gayi hai
Raat pehar mein fark na jaan ne ki ek haalat ban gayi hai
Pehli martaba mehroom dil mohabbat ki amaanat ban gayi hai

Roo-ba-roo tere deedaar ka nazaron ki guzaarish ban gayi hai
Mehak tumhaare jism ki saanson ki farmaaish ban gayi hai
Firaaq ka ye bay noor mausam sabri ki aazmaaish ban gayi hai
Guzarte lamhon ki aahistigi waqt ki chhidi saazish ban gayi hai

Har din tere yaadon ki taazgi subah si shaadaab ban gayi hai
Khaalipan mein guftgu tumse khayaali sawaal-jawaab ban gayi hai
Tu naa waaqif hai kitne armaan behek kar benaqaab ban gayi hai
Tassavur mein tujhe mahsoos karne ki lazzat behisaab ban gayi hai

Tumhara aana, palbhar me laut jaana takleef-dey guroor ban gayi hai
Tumhe rokna, yoon manaana har mulaakat ki dastoor ban gayi hai
Roz intezaar karne ki zidd, meri naadaaniyon ki kasoor ban gayi hai
Teri bewafaai bhi sar aankhon par rakhne ko dil majboor ban gayi hai

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Tum

Aatish-e-junoon ki chingaari ho, beqaraar dil ka sukoon bhi
Androoni sard ki thandak ho, barf ko pighlaati maum bhi

Shab ki adhoori khwaab ho, sehar ka mukammal sapna bhi
Khayaali ek khooobsurat uljhan ho, suljhi hui haseen jawaab bhi

Dil ke taar se bajti tarannum ho, qalb mein chhupaane ki raaz bhi
Bewaqt khaamoshiyon ki wajah ho, arz ki hui dilkash ghazal bhi

Sannate mein saanson ki goonj ho, bandh darwaze ki dastak bhi 
Ankahee lafzon ki zubaan ho, khuli kitaab ki bayaan-e-daastaan bhi

Azaad parindon ki parwaaz ho, insaani bandhishon ki aaghosh bhi
Guzarte raaston ki pechchan ho, faasiley par ek an-chooyi manzil bhi

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Fark ka fakr

Likhna panda to sikh chukka barso pahle
Baatein karna kab sikh paunga

Riste-naaton se bhi badh kar mana us bachpan ki kitab ko
Main duniyadari ki baatein kya sikh paunga

Sachi kitaabein, sache iraade to paala barso se
Zamaane ke sath kaise chal paunga



Aye nazm tu kah de zamaane se
Mujhe gumnaam maut manjoor hai

Par Badalna meri fitrat nahi,
Aur  mujhe samajhne ki zamane ki haysiyat nahi

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Tesu A Folk Love Story of India 4

Tesu A Folk Love Story of India Part. 4

Prelude Note:
The story as painted here on Poetry Soup
is the sole creation and imagination of the writer,
except the names Tesu and Jhonjhi.

The Poem Tesu is based on a folk story of India.
The Tesuwalas* (little children with a earthen lamp
on their heads) as depicted in the Poem are gradually
diminishing with the passing of time and changing life
styles. It's a tribute to that great warrior and lover Tesu,
who sacrificed his life because he had given words
to someone. How and when you would come to
know soon ....
With best wishes before the festival of Dewali (Light)
...Ravindra

Tesu A Folk Love Story of India Part. 4

This is how , the existence
of the name & deeds of Tesu
Was saved by small village children
who are carrying it since ages
On their pretty little heads. 09

Though the name and story has lost
Its real warmths and glamour
In the mind of those
Who have forgotten
This non painted hero
Of the bygone age. 10

By coming only once in a year near Dewali*
These little children
Carry Tesu and Jhonjhi,
While singing the Songs
Of their forgotton love story
As a rememberance of a Hero
And his lovely bold beloved Jhonjhi. 11 To continue...

Ravindra
Kanpur India 10th Nov. 2012

Clarification of Hindi words*

Dewali* - The festival of light.

Tesu* - The Name of the hero of this Poem.

Tesuwalas* - Hindi word. The young boys
and girls, who carry The decorated
earthen pot with holes and a light
inside on their head and come
Once in a year near Dewali are
called ‘Tesuwalas

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Khwahish

In ruki sanso me bhi,
koi bulata hai mujhe
aur mere dil ke kone me
kuch kah jata hai.
sanse bhi chahti hain use,
ankhon me basane ke liye.
dil bhi chata hai use,
dhadkan banane ke liye.
door dekhoon asman me use,
chand ki rashmiyon ki tarah,
asman me taro ke beech,
alag hi najar aati hai,
bas ek hi roshni deti,
dil chamkane ke liye.

jab pas tha uske tab laga,
lagta roshni hi thi wo ,
jo bas chamkati hai.
rok nahi sakte use,
uo bas ujale me hi najar aati hai.
andhere me ghira tha jab main,
usi ne sambhala tha.
doory ghatane k liye hi to usne,
pyar ki chokhat banayi thi.
mujhe sambhalane ke liye,
us ne chandni bikhari thi.
sach kaha tha usne ki use pyar hai,
par samajha hi nahi use.
jab chahiye tha use sahara,
jankar bhi main usse door tha,
kuch kar to sakta tha,
par khud se majboor tha.

ab door hua usse tab pata hua,
main to uska hi tha
aur wo thi meri.
tha jab mujhe pyar,
aur wo boli.
ijhar jab us ne kiya,
samajh na saka main,
ye to the shwet megh,
liye barish ki kuch bunde,
bheeg bhi nahi sakte inme,
aate hain bus dil bahlane
aur main le chala tha 
ek nayi nirasta ki jholi,
laga dheere dheere ye bhar to rahi hai.
kabhi kabhi hi sahi ye kuch kah to rahi hai.
par jab maine usme najar dali.
bina ek bund pani k wo to khali hi padi thi,
barish hi nahi ayi thi 
aur pura bharne ki kwahish khadi thi.............

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Yeh Khamoshi

tum bhi toh abhi khamosh ho aur hum bhi
aur na jaane kya kehti hai yeh khamoshi...

uss din jab  tum  mile the humse yeh nahi pata tha ki yeh mulaquaat hogi 
humari aakhri...
aur mehsoos hua tha tab ek dard dil mein jab tut gaya humara woh benaam  
sa rishta aur phir ban gaya ek naya rista lekin yeh nahi pata tha ki, yeh naya 
rista hoga yeh khamoshi...

haan kuch lamhe ki thi yeh galatfehmi ki awaaz  lekin jab tut kar giri  yeh awaaz 
kaanch ki tarah , toh bikar gayi aur ban gayi yeh khamoshi...


kuch sawal the tumhare jiske jawab tab nahi the paas humare, aur jo the sawal 
humare woh kahin dab gaye aur bankar rahi gayi yeh khamoshi...


kabhi agar phir se mann main aaye yeh sawal tumhare toh padh lena meri yeh 
khamoshi...
aur jawab phir bhi na mile toh padh lena humari inn aankon main ,jahan boonde 
bankar behti hai yeh khamoshi....


nahi thi galti tumhari jo tum hume samajh nahi paye...
naa hi thi galti  humari jo tumhe hum samjha bhi na paaye , phir waqt beeth ta 
sa chala gaya aur reh gayi yeh khamoshi...


ab toh subah se shyaam aur shyaam se raat beet jati hai,waqt bewaqt dil main 
dard ke toofan sa uth ta hai ,phir bhi chup rehti  hai tumhari aur meri yeh 
khamoshi...

kehna hai toh bahut kuch tumse magar kahun bhi toh kaise jab humare vich hai 
yeh khamoshi...


jaane anjaane jo dard maine diya hai tumhe aaj phir woh dard batati hai 
tumhari yeh aankhein aur tumhari yeh khamoshi...


ab itne tut gaye hain hum bhi ki bas yehi khwahish reh gayi ki  tut jaye yeh sab 
doori aur bol uthe yeh khamoshi...

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I love you

The love was a dream so I hope that I keep the length of my life asleep 
The series was your love I do not want him to be the end of the 
If your love so I hope that breathe air 
If your love I want a cigarette that has become addicted to them 
The love was a wealth so I hope to live in my body 
The love was the most beautiful bird dreamed of his upbringing


Author : Omar Hachmi

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Teri Bewafayi

Teri bewafayi ka yeh sabab zaroori tha,
Mar jata agar, toh tujhe teri khata yaad na rahti

Kah toh main bhi sakta tha zamaane se gunaahgaar kaon,
Par yun mujhe aaj dekh tu sharminda na hoti

Meri muskuraahaton mein jo dard chupi hai, tu jaanti hai,
Tu hi kahti thi, mere aasuon mein wo baat na thi

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Tumse Milne Se Pahle,,,,, Sochi Thi

Kuch batein kahne ko thi
Tumse milne se pahle..Sochi thi!
Tujhe pahli jhalak jo dekha,
hoth jal gaye mere, chay ki chuskiyo se, hosh na
raha,
us chourahe ki ye baat kahne ko thi,
tumse milne se pahle!
Tujhe dekhne ki chah,
karti thi mazboor, karne ko bunk college ki meri
pahli class!
Batani thi ye baat bhi,
tumse milne se pahle!
Batani thi tumhe, tumhe dekhne k bahane,
cycle ki dukan par baitha karta tha,
teri cycle ki hawa maine hi nikali thi,
tumse milne se pahle!
Tumhari balcony k peechhe,
tha chhota sa room dost ka,
group study to bahana tha,
par marks achhe aa gaye,
tumse milne se pahle!
(and finally)
Hui jo pahli mulakat,
himmat se karni chahi tumse baat,
par kuchh bol na paya, aankhe khol na paya,
gale se laga k tumne, mujhe chup kara diya!
"WO SAARI BAAT TUMNE KAH DI,
JO KAHNA CHAHTA THA MAI TUMSE,
TUMSE MILNE SE PAHLE........SOCHI THI"