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दोस्ती सची हो तो वक्त रुक जता है अस्मा लाख ऊँचा हो मगर झुक जता है दोस्ती मे दुनिया लाख बने रुकावट, अगर दोस्त सचा हो तो खुदा भी झुक जता है. दोस्ती वो एहसास है जो मिटती नही. दोस्ती पर्वत है वोह, जोह झुकता नही, इसकी कीमत क्या है पूछो हमसे, यह वो “अनमोल” मोटी है जो बिकता नही... सची है दोस्ती आजमा के देखो. करके यकीं मुझपर मेरे पास आके देखो, बदलता नही कभी सोना अपना रंग, चाहे जितनी बार आग मे जला के देखो Filed under: .

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Parichay — RamDhari Singh ‘Dinkar’ Salil kann hun ya paravaar hun main? Svayam chaya, svayam aadhar hun main; bandha hun, svapna hun, laghu vrut main hun; nahin to vyom ka vistar hun main. Samaana chahti hai jo been ur mein; vikal us shunya ki jhankaar hun main. Bhatakta khojta hun, jyoti tam mein; suna hai jyoti ka aagaar hun main.

Jisse nishi khojti tare jalakar; usi ka kar raha abhisaar hun main. Janam kar sau baar mar chuka lekin agam ka paa saka kya paar hun main?

Kali ki pankhdi par os kann mein, rangeele svapna ka sansaar hun main. Mujhe kya aaj hi ya kal jharu mein, suman hun ek laghu upahaar hun main. Jalan hun, dard hun, dil ki kasak hun; kisi ka haay, khoya pyaar hun main. Gira hun bhoomi par nandan vipin se, amar-taru ka suman sukumar hun main Madhur jeevan hua kuch praan!

Jab se, laga dhone vyatha ka bhaar hun main. Rudann anmol dhan kavi ka, issise pirota aasuon ka haar hun main. Mujhe kya garv ho apni vibha ka? Chita ka dhulikann hun, kshaar hun main. Pata mera tujhe mitti kahegi, sama jisme chuka sau baar hun main. Na dekhe vishva par mujhko ghrina se; manuj hun srishti ka shringaar hun main. Dhuli se mujhko utha le, tumhare devtaa ka haar hun main.

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Kathin nirgosh hun bheeshan ashani ka; pralay gaandeev ka tankaar hun main. Download Ieee Paper Using Doi here. Dabi si aag hun bheeshan kshuddha ki; dalit ka maun hahakaar hun main. Sajag sansaar tu nij ko samhaale; pralay ka ksubdh paravaar hun main.

Bandha toofan hun, chalna mana hai, bandhi uddaam nirjhar-dhaar hun main; kahun kya kaun hun, kya aag meri? Bandhi hai lekhni, laachaar hun main. =============================== Identity Am I a water drop, or an ocean? The self, the shadow, I am both; tied down, a dream, shrunken, else, an elaboration of empty space. A crippled clamor of emptiness, seeking to fill the silence in my heart. I wander, searching for light in darkness, I am, I hear, a treasury of light. Night seeks her dawn, burning candles of stars, I too, await my dawn.

A hundred times, I lived and died, Have I found yet, the bridge across the Unknown? In the dew-drop on flower petal, I am a world of multi-hued dreams. What care I, sooner or later, I will wilt For I am a flower, a modest offering, A burning, a pain, a heartache Oh woe! I am someone’s lost love. Fallen to earth, from the flower-garden, beloved son of the evergreen tree Shouldering my burden of sorrow, my life is a little sweeter now.

With anguish, precious wealth of poets, I string together my tears in verse. Why pride in my own light, I am but the dust from the pyre, the ash. Where I am, the earth will tell you, She who has consumed me a hundred times. Yet the world looks not with hatred upon me, For I am a man, a wonder of creation. Oh Devotee, lift me from the dust where I lie!

I am a garland for your beloved God. Oh mighty ocean, what shall I make of your roar? I am a voice, loud, of this age and its mores A hard fearsome voice of lightning, I am the twang of catastrophe’s bow, The suppressed fire of a ravenous hunger, I am the wordless wail of the suffering. Oh vigilant world, take care, beware! I am the tumultuous ocean of catastrophe. A captive storm, forbidden motion, I am a waterfall dammed. Who am I, what is my desire, I am helpless, a pen constrained.

=============================== Filed under: . Akhlaak wafa, chaahat sab kimti kapDe hai.n Har roz na oDha kar in reshmi shaalo.n ko [Akhlaak = Naitikta] Maula mujhe paani de, maine nahi.n maangaa tha Chaandi ki surahi ko, sone ke pyaalo.n ko Ethics, loyalty, affection – all are expensive garments Do not wear these silken shawls everday Lord, give me just water I didn’t beg for silver jug or golden cups It’s beautiful the way the second couplet presents a simple [though not easily understood, or rather followed, idea] – that riches may not be sufficient to fulfil one’s needs! Yahaa.n libaas ki kimat hai aadmi ki nahi.n Mujhe gilaas baDe de, sharaab kam de The dress [appearance] is valued more than the person Give me a larger glass, even if you give me less wine And this one presents quite a contradictary view to the previous one! Muhabbat se inaayat se wafa se chot lagti hai Bikharta phool hoo.n mujhko hawa se chot lagti hai Meri aankho.n mei.n aansoo ki tarah ik raat aa jaao Takalluf se, banavaT se, ada se chot lagti hai Love, benevolence, loyalty – they hurt me I’m a shedding flower, the wind hurts me Come into my eyes like a teardrop one night Formality, superficiality, style, hurt me I specially liked the second of these couplets. It is so tender, so vunerable – only a tear can represent the true emotion, even if it is brought about by grief, rest of the feelings and expressions can’t be so pure.

Wo farishte aap talaash kariye kahaaniyo.n ki kitaab mei.n Jo bura kahei.n na bura sunei.n, koii shakhs unse khafa na ho Wo firaak ho ki visaal ho teri aag mehkegi ek din Wo gulaab banke khilega kya, jo chiraag banke jala na ho For those angels, search in the fairy tales Who do not hear or speak evil, noone is angry with them Whether it is separation or confluence, your fire will be fruitful some day How will he bloom like a rose, he who has not burnt like a lamp How true! It is only angels who can be so ideal! A normal, mortal cannot hope to please everyone in this world!