Sunday, November 21, 2010

dreadful longing of the day....



How would he know of the hopeless dark;
who was born immersed in candescent light;

He who closed his eyes not;
nor wandered out, ever at night;

And favored by thy mighty grace;
who spent his days of mirth and might;

Tonight shall be stormy, and her wisdom lamp is dead ;
And none can share her plight as me, the darkest times of fret.

Saturday, November 13, 2010

प्रकृति का वास्तविक स्वरुप


नदियां, पंछी, बादल और धुप

प्रकृति का अनुपम मोहक स्वरुप

कल-कल करता वह जल-प्रपात

भय प्रेरित करता मेघ नाद

तितली का संदीप्त मनमोहक नृत्य

वह देखो भ्रमर का उद्धरण कृत्य

सबमे है वह अलौकिक ओज प्रधान

वह प्राण संचारक तत्व समान

है सर्व प्रथक है सर्व विलीन

संसार सकल जिसके आधीन

कर अक्षय अर्पित सर्वस्व उस पर

तुम कार्य करो उत्तम पथ पर

वसुधैव कुटुम्बकम लो अब भी मान

देखो कण कण में बसते राम

आज की आपबीती




मन में पुलकित नव विचार हैं

क्षीण हो रहे सब विकार हैं

नव प्रेरणा का उदयघोष है

मन मद स्फुटित नव आक्रोष है

आशा अभिलाषा विसार है

आह्लादित होता रक्त संचार है

मन में दृढसंकल्प प्रगाढ़ है

तुच्छ प्रत्याक्ष सीमा विसार है

हरि कृपा से प्रेरित पोषित, सरल सिद्ध सब जटिल कार्य हैं

सरल सिद्ध सब जटिल कार्य हैं

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Shall I compare thee?

Not like an aging summer 's day,
Or in few pallid lines should get,
thy alluring beauty waste away.
Or in searing gales of may
how thy frail ardor display?
And how can pages pale with time
do justice of thy magnificence sublime?

I envisage a lake of molten sapphire,
which, sprinkled twinkling stars admire.
And in the cynosure a mystic blue lotus I see,
With that shall I compare thee?

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Why??



Of all the things i came across,

The most precious ones, i always lost.

While those i didn't much care about,

Stayed with me in countless crowd.

Those gaps i see void and stark,

Staring at me from the dead from the dark.

An array of likings i chased in my time,

All those missing treasures sublime.

Is this only me whom life robbed off pleasure,

Or all else are dealt in the same dispiriting measure?

Or there is peace, equanimity and eternal joy around,

That, which to sages in meditation found.

I asked myself, thy grace in me,

Are deeds mightier than my destiny?

Or is it that, what is to be, is shielded from what I do, think or see.

Spellbound with these entwining thoughts,

I seek refugee under the divine lord.

A mortal mind is too trivial to comprehend,

Those gifts of love from thy kingdom sent.

My eyes are too short-sighted to see,

What he, plans and wants me to be.

All those things one greatly wants,

Must he set them free from emotional bonds?

Transcending the realms of joy and grief.

It is the present, where seeds of wisdom reap.

Joy is not in chasing the future;

It is in living the present, presented to nurture.

Life can’t be rushed upon or lived on a controlled pace,

But to do what I must do, honoring thy grace.

And to venerate all the things in life found,

Peace is in the simplest things around.

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