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Classical Hindi Love Song in English & Hindi (Hinglish)
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Background of the Love Song - In the Rainy season the lover is trying
to tell his beloved that clouds are coming to spread their rains mainly moved by the beauty of his beloved and her hairlocks.........
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English Version of the Hindi Classical Song- 2 given in next stanza.
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Dark clouds are covering the sky,
They are accumulating from all sides
with sounds and rainwater,
It would be raining soon,
The wind will bring more clouds here,
Both brown and dark rainy clouds,
Just see these clouds,
They are attracted by your hairlocks,
See that your hairlocks don't get disturbed
The clouds are hovering to touch them,
Which is always a longing
for these clouds. 01
Classical Love Song in Hindi (English)
megha chhae,
Umad Ghumad kar,
hogee ab,
rim-jhim kar baaris,
pavan udaa laayenge yahaan,
kaalii ghata vaale badal,
dekh un,
kaale meghon ko,
teree mukh ki ladiyaan,
kaheen bikhar na jaayen,
jinhen sparsh kar lene ko,
taraste haradam hain ye badal. 01
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English Version of the Hindi Classical Song- 2
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Looking at your ocean of form,
These clouds may lose their consciousness,
So, you keep some of these clouds,
in your mascara,
Still some clouds would try to stay,
On your soft cheeks,
To taste the softness of your beauty. 02
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Classical Hindi Love Song for Singing-in Hindi (English)
Dekh tere roop ka saagar,
kaheen ye sudh-budh, bhee,
kho na baithen,
tum kuchh meghon ko,
apanee kaajal mein,
bhar lena,
kuchh aansu kee boonden bn,
phir bhee dulkengii,
tere mrdul kapolon (galon) par. 02
Note: Minor changes of words can be made by the singer to sing this song.
Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpur/New Raipur India 7th April 2024
A short Poem as
A Tribute to My Lost Wife.
Countless voices and memories
May get foggy or dim
By the flow of time stream,
But where do they get erased,
From the continuous petals of mind,
What to say of friends, even life partners,
Get lost, while walking on the path of life,
But, their images and figures,
On the petals of mind,
Continue to spread their fragrance,
Till we breath and live in this world,
To inspires us to fight, the darkness all around
To support those, who are losing courage and hopes
This is the mantra of life
I got it from my lost loved ones and
from my lost wife Shashi.
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Even if, rocks become obstacles,
To destroy into pieces,
All the bright figures and shapes,
Want to lay rope to bind,
To bind the stream of art and writing,
Which has immense power and force,
But where has anyone stopped
The flow and current of a powerful river
Or has closed in his fist
The beautiful fragrance flowing in the air.
Ravindra K Kapoor
New Raipur India 17 07 2020
* On this day I lost my wife in 2017.
While Watching the Dark Clouds
While watching the sky and its amazing dark clouds,
I was lost for a while in the diffusing Sunlight,
Coming from behind the engulfed Sun,
Penetrating it somewhere, without much success,
However, silently the Sun kept on trying and moving,
In spite of all the dark clouds,
Hovering all around it and were trying to fear the Sun,
By their shapes and dark sings.
But the clouds could not block the movements of the Sun,
And its life giving light for more than
Few moments.
It assured me once again in my faith,
That darkness can never be a
A permanent fate.
Sooner or later the light brings alive the life,
Even if, it is in extreme darkness.
Ravindra
Posted on 04th Jan. 2011
Photo by Ravindra K Kapoor
http://poetrypub.ning.com/photo/watching-the-dark-couds-054?context=user
Based on a true incident-
In an atmosphere when every one is worried and busy in solving its own problems, this poem would give you some moments of relief to enjoy the beauty of Nature, With best wishes to all my PS friends......Ravindra K Kapoor
Beauty of Acacia tree in black cloudy night - 1
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I was overwhelmed by seeing
the beauty of Babool* acacia flowers,
In this rainy season only,
It was a thick cloudy evening -
When the dark clouds of the sky were not allowing
the soft medium light of stars
to fall on Earth,
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The cool breeze was blowing
With its soothing spray of small mini drops of rains,
It was creating a magical pleasant feeling and
a loving touch on me.
When I came out of the house alone, as usual,
For my daily evening walk. 01
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When I passed by those acacia trees queues
on the side of the footpath,
On that deserted road,
Where I go for my walks everyday,
I suddenly stopped,
After noticing and watching,
The lamppost’s light falling
On that acacia tree,
In the dark of that rainy night.
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And in that lamppost's light,
The beautiful yellow flowers of Babool (acacia tree)
Were smiling with an amazing beauty,
I was suddenly stunned,
To watch that beauty. 02
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The tree of acacia is a tree
from which people often
Keep a distance,
because of its sharp thorns and
even fear to go near it.
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I was standing almost touching its thorns
close to it,
Charmed by its magical beauty.
To catch some of it's images,
Of those vibrant beautiful flowers. 03
Ravindra K Kapoor
20th Aug.2020 .................... to be concluded in next
Photo of theacacia tree flowers can be seen on the following URL of my face book page and time line
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=3373893705994587&set=pcb.3373925362658088&type=3&theater
NOTE: * Babool or acacia tree is found in large numbers in India in those areas mainly, where the water level has gone down deep. I am currently in New Raipur of Chattisgarh.
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Greetings in Advance to all my friends
of Poetry Soup for a Merry Christmas
Ravindra K Kapoor
This Poem is an instant poem written
after seeing a beautiful picture of a green valley
Which I have shared on my Time Line. To appreciate
the beauty of that picture and this Poem please
use following URL
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=723529941175477&set=gm.1609475352475730&type=3&theater
“What a beauty explodes
In the greenness of this valley,
With a beautiful Church shining far away
In the green- green valley
Astonishing the viewers
With a pleasure so wonderfuland so familiar,
But still it always looks, so undefined
That everyone, every time tries to explore
What is new this time?
Reminding
The beautiful Christmas is not very far off
The Christmas is coming, the Christmas is coming
With all it warmth’s, celebrations and joys
That strangers like me
Feel the pulse of its joys,
The beauty of its Songs and Music
In praise of Jesus
While feeling the warmth of Poetry
By many so enchanting, so beautiful and so fine
For those
Who wait for this beautiful festival
It would be a gift
Of a great Merry Christmas time”.
Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpur India
9th Dec. 2017
Entry submitted in honor of - Constance ~ A Rambling Poet ~
Rain, The Story 3/3
Her horse Past, wished that she should be with her new love,
So that, Rain may find a new loving companion,
To complete her future journey with a new experience,
In the world of love, happiness, joys and even pains too, but
Rain should try not to live any more,
In the world of fake happiness and alluring illusions,
Created by her horses Future and Past.
Her horse Past was happy to see, in the eyes of his friend Rain,
The seeds of a self made future and hopes to find a new life of love.
Rain looked in the eyes of her other horse Future and
Found the same message, as she had seen on the face of Past,
She knew that if she would look into the eyes of Future,
Horse Future would show, the glimpse of her new love to Rain, with whom
Rain may go ahead further in her life, but,
She made up her mind not to look into,
The enchanting eyes of her horses Past and Future,
Until she can live on herself, for building her new fate for her and a new future.
She was more confident now and looked towards the rising Sun,
As the Sun was inviting her to keep walking,
With confidence and smile to face and make her new destiny.
Rain kissed her best friends Past and Future and told them that,
She would not be asking them to show, her past or future again,
As she was now full of confidence, to face any situation,
For building her own fortune and future,
However, she would like them to be with her, as her best friends forever.
The charming and lovely Rain,
Now blessed with a new life of confidence,
Moved ahead with her two beautiful horses,
To face the life, in its true colors on her own,
Without fearing the risks of the future and
Caring for the dread of past.
Thus started the new journey of fairy like beautiful Rain,
In search of her love and adventures…
Ravindra
Kanpur India 28th Dec. 2010
Contest entry: For this contest only
Contest Name: Rain, The Story
Sponsored by: Constance ~ A Rambling Poet ~
Written by: Ravindra K Kapoor
Incineration of Love God Madan (Cupid) 25
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.
Editing and English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.
Hindi Title ‘Madan Dahan’ 25
He robbed the auspicious honor,
Of so many innocent women,
His deeds are destroying
His very existence now.
Rati* said he performed his duty,
Given by his creator, Maya,
In performing of which, he,
Is being burnt by you, O dear Lord.
He was only fulfilling the wishes of Maya,
And is being punished for that,
He only performed his given task,
Like a loyal servant, O dear Lord.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 16th May 2012
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Rati*- wife of Kamdeo or Madan ( Cupid) as per Indian mythology.
O’ Jealousy
SORRY FOR THE BROKEN
LINES- EACH SINGLE
LINE ENDS WITH A
COMMA.
O’ Jealousy how
wonderful You are,
You sow the seeds of
hatred,
So deep,
Often even,
In an innocent
heart,
That friendship,
love and sympathy,
Began to seize
slowly,
By the charm of your
tempting arts.
You create doubts,
To watering the
plants of hatred,
Which slowly grows,
On the fertile land
of mind,
But soon,
Its roots began to
find,
Their pores,
In the soft corner
of hearts,
And then one day,
It takes into its
clutches,
Even the most
liberal part of our
hearts.
I salute thee, O’
Jealousy,
As you live in every
heart,
And began to show
your colors,
Irrespective of age,
regions and bars,
In every land of
this Earth,
Even high in the sky
and the heaven,
You live and bloom
in every season,
You move from one
end to another,
So swiftly and so
fast,
Without the
formalities,
Of any permission,
And without the need
of any pass,
No sky can limit
your boundaries,
No heart can torn
you apart.
No one in the entire
universe,
Has the power to
make you stop,
Sooner or later we
all succumbs,
In the traps of your
alluring arts,
How beautiful and
catching,
You weave a story,
To trap the poor
hearts,
How magnificently
you wait,
For the prey to play
in your hands,
And to see its great
fall,
While singing the
same tune and songs,
Which you have
weaved,
Through your master
craftsmanship,
For the poor soul
and hearts.
For this reason,
I salute you,
O’ most beautiful
jealously,
As you are a
beloved,
Of everyone’s heart.
Please be merciful
on me,
And leave me without
your shines,
In my heart,
In lieu of this,
I promise to praise
thee in my arts,
O’ jealousy, how
wonderful you are.
Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpur India 30th
Aug. 2014
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Ravindra K Kapoor
31st Aug. 2014
It rains cats and dogs on the roof of this quiet building in Noida. The flats are silent, each door a fortress against grief. Mrs. Kapoor, ninety years young and breathing, drops her apple and it rolls toward my feet, red apple against grey concrete. Her hands shake like autumn leaves about to fall, as I return it to her palm. "Thank you, dear," she whispers, and in that moment, I see my own loneliness reflected in her watery eyes.
Days pass and we become friends, I bring newspapers to share and we chat. She shares stories of village farms and morning milk. Her corded phone sits patient, waiting for Sunday calls from her son. But the week is long waiting for the call, she says. So long. Soon I call my grandson, putting him on speaker to whom Mrs. Kapoor sings about a chicken who lost her eggs. Karan giggles for the first time in weeks. Word spreads through mailboxes, ten digits on sticky notes. Story Time Sundays by Mrs. Kapoor. Poetry readings. Shared tears. The building awakens.
Now, Bengali lessons echo in hallways, a multitude of Indian languages. Neighbour's' open doors. Soup appears when fever strikes. The apple keeps rolling, palm to palm to palm, carrying kindness like seeds on the wind.
Apple rolls past doors
thin walls become thick with love,
silence learns to sing.
Patradoot or The Messenger20 /Many
English version by
Ravindra K Kapoor
Originally written in Hindi by my
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
It would look as if, all the Swans have left their
Heavenly dwelling of Mansarover*, dear letter,
And they have come here to pick the pearls,
Falling from the water game of these beautiful girls.
Some where you would see and witness, dear letter,
Boats packed with young girls and women,
In most colorful dresses coming towards you,
You would be charmed to see their love for their motherland.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 12th June 2010 to continue in 21
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• Mansarover. A serene heavenly place in high Himalayan hills having a lake
Known as Mansarover Lake. The entire place is also known for its beautiful Swans.
Note:
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send me an email on [email protected]
Patradoot in Hindi was originally written by my father late
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor in 1932, when he was imprisoned
by the British, as he was fighting for India's freedom
under the leadership of Mahatma Gandhi. 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.