#synthesis
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क्या रखा है वक्त गँवाने
औरों के आख्यान में,
वर्तमान से वक्त बचा लो
तुम निज के निर्माण में।
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अर्धसत्य पर कथ्य क्या हो
वाद और प्रतिवाद कैसा?
तथ्य का अनुमान क्या हो
ज्ञान क्या संवाद कैसा?
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प्राप्त क्या बिन शोध के
बिन बोध के अज्ञान में ?
वर्तमान से वक्त बचा लो
तुम निज के निर्माण में।
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जीवन है तो प्रेम मिलेगा
नफरत के भी हाले होंगे ,
अमृत का भी पान मिलेगा
जहर उगलते प्याले होंगे ,
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समता का तू भाव जगा
क्या हार मिले सम्मान में?
वर्तमान से वक्त बचा लो
तुम निज के निर्माण में।
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जो बिता वो भूले नहीं
भय है उससे जो आएगा ,
कर्म रचाता मानव जैसा
वैसा हीं फल पायेगा।
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यही एक है अटल सत्य
कि रचा बसा लो प्राण में ,
वर्तमान से वक्त बचा लो
तुम निज के निर्माण में।
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क्या रखा है वक्त गँवाने
औरों के आख्यान में,
वर्तमान से वक्त बचा लो
तुम निज के निर्माण में।
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अजय अमिताभ सुमन:
सर्वाधिकार सुरक्षित
Aug 28, 2022
Aug 28, 2022 at 3:02 AM UTC
~wherever, whenever and forever for Sally B.~
"Don’t urge me to leave you. "If I could, then I would
To turn back from you. I'll go wherever you will go
Wherever you go, Way up high or down low
I will go, I'll go wherever you will go
And where you stay, Run away with my heart
I will stay. Run away with my hope
Your people will be Run away with my love
My people I know now, just quite how
And your God My life and love
my God. Might still go on
Where you die, I will die, In your heart, in your mind
There I will be buried." I'll stay with you for all of time"
(Book of Ruth 1:16) (Charlene Soria Lyrics)
Let it be writ,
Let it be sung,
All should know,
This I swear,
Where you are,
So, I shall be too.
Your hope, my hope.
Your heart, my heart.
Life and love,
But one.
Where you run,
I'll shall follow.
Now, today,
Forever,
If our bodies apart,
If our hands cannot
Grasp each other,
Yet, still,
In your heart,
In your soul,
I will be,
I cannot leave.
Where you are,
So, I shall be as well,
within from the without
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 3:56 AM UTC
Look
Then you will
See
Listen
Then you will
Hear
Pretending
Doesn't work
It's simple
Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 9:22 AM UTC
An age old chair, in seasoned teak wood
carved, a perfect work of art, nothing less than
a masterpiece, and a reminder of so much past,
sat regally before our wondering eyes, tempting
on the central court yard of my ancestral home,
where generations lived.
Wanting to sit like my grandpas of yore
I found a carpenter, perhaps the last one for this work
who understands the air that surrounds the chair.
We discussed the concept,
design and the kind of wood
it has to be made,to create a replica
to bring back the grandeur of times past.
But then, found not an easy task it is
"Do you deserve it ?" the bearded
carpenter, was so blunt in his skeptic stance!
He puzzled me with his questions
Yet we were keen to give it a try.
The adamant carpenter relented
after many sessions of questions
and answers, perhaps my passion
did the trick, his eyes made me believe.
He promised to make me a chair
(The kind none would dream in this age)
as if it's a mission divinely assigned,
"You need to change a lot to deserve it"
he insisted, suggests a series of
purification rights "for your confused soul"
"To fit in to a chair like this , fulfill
all it's demands"in my ear he whispered
as if I am the chosen one for an ancient throne.
An antique chair shaped by the imagination
of my distant ancestors, now changes me
and without slightest resistance I submit;
would I ever know what is happening?
Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 10:58 AM UTC
In the beginning, there was Genesis (Life),
*placing an emphasis
on expressing just what is stressing us
We keep testing ourselves and what's surrounding us
We're always hurting ourselves, shadows are doubting us
But sunny days exist to remind us
the road less traveled keeps our fears far behind us
We seek a glimpse of the hope we're taught to wish upon,
the secret fault in our stars, the ones we're wishing on
Truth is protruding a menacing declaration
Living life bottom’s up 'cause we're searching for inspiration
Matter over the mind, alcohol over manners
Obsessive, manic depressive,
we're always dropping the hammer
We feel the happiness, the hate, and the heartbreak
the undeserving hurt and the fears that raise our heart rate
the fond memories and the catchy melodies,
the lasting friendships and irreplaceable family...
...and then with Life comes* Death,
*we see it everyday - the sick and hungry losing health
We make do with the bitter taste of joy,
that sweet scent of sorrow,
functioning in a manner
that distances our tomorrow
Bury the ones that we've lost,
the hands of time are clapping
Standing ovation to loss?
We question what just happened....
...and after death comes* Enlightenment (Synthesis),
*We're taking sage advice
from the ones who brought us into this
You give a man a fish?
He's fed and on his way,
but if you teach a man to fish,
you feed him everyday
Rip off a piece of that canvas,
paint to your heart's content,
and trust that we'll understand this
and give you our consent
Very capable of manifesting a journey
so write to the beat of your rhythm
but please, not in a hurry
Just close your eyes and dream,
and listen to the stream
Tune yourself to the infinite
and find your inner theme.*
May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 10:17 AM UTC
You're cold, and so am I.
The bundles of black tree stalks tower.
Their short ice-coated limbs puff like smoke,
Such naturally produced chimney stacks.
But this wonder inspires madness.
This magical world with you and I
Can only be measured in the real.
Why cloud ourselves with synthetic doubt,
When we could cherish what we can see?
The morning sun, squandering for heat
Has yet to overcome the winter.
The right recipe would ruin sight
Of something so much greater than warmth.
Nurturing open landscapes with you,
Our esoteric dreamscapes break free.
Your smile is what warms my cold heart.
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 12:45 AM UTC