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Maa ki mamta ko dekh maut v
aage se hat jati hai
gar  maa apmanit hoti
dharti ki chaati fat jaati hai
ghar ko pura jeevan dekar
bechari maa kya pati hai
rukha sukha kha leti hai
paani *** kar soo jati hai

Jo maa jaisi devi ghar ke
mandir me nahi rakh sakte hai
wo lakho punya bhale kar le
inshan nahi ban sakte hai
maa jisko v jal de-de
wo paudha sandal ban jata hai
maa ke charno ko chukar paani
Gangajal ban jata hai

Maa ke anchal ne yugo-yugo se
Bhagwano ko pala hai
maa ke charno me jannat hai
Girijaghar aur Shivala hai
Himgiri jaisi unchai hai
sagar jaisi gahrai hai
dunia me jitni khushboo hai
maa ke anchal se aaye hai

Maa kabira ki sakhi hai
maa tulsi ki chaupai hai
meerabai ki padawali
khusru ki amar rubai hai
maa angan ki tulsi jaisi
pawan bargad ki chaya hai
maa ved richao ki garima
maa mahakavya ki maya hai

Maa maansarovar mamta ka
maa gomukh ki unchai hai
maa parivaro ka sangam hai
maa rishto ki gahrai hai
maa hari dubh hai dharti ki
maa keshar wali kyari hai
maa ki upma kewal maa hai
maa har ghar ki phulwari hai

Saato sur nartan karte jab
koi maa lori gaati hai
maa jis roti ko chu leti hai
wo prasad ban jati hai
maa hasti hai to dharti ka
jarra-jarra muskata hai
dekho to dur kshtiz ambar
dharti ko sheesh jhukata hai

Mana mere ghar ki deewaro me
chanda si murat hai
par mere man ke mandir me
bas kewal maa ki murat hai
maa saraswati lakshmi durga
ansuya mariyam sita hai
maa pawanta me ramcharit
manas me bhagwat geeta hai

Amma teri har baat mujhe
vardaan se badhkar lagti hai
he Maa teri surat mujhko
bhagwan se badhkar lagti hai
saare teerath ke punya jaha
mai un charno me leta hu
jinke koi santan nahi
mai un maawo ka beta hu

Har ghar me Maa ki puja **
Aisa sankalp uthata hu
Mai dunia ki har maa ke
Charno me ye sheesh jhukata hu.....
Copyright© Shashank K Dwivedi
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Yatharth lakhan Feb 2014
Bahut hue he mandir masjid ab banana band kardo na odai chadar tumane kisi garib ko to chadare chadana band kardo are vo to basta he har kisi ke dil me ab us khuda ko diwaro ke ***** rakhana band kardo
If ever you think religious tolerance is at its nadir
Inter-religion integration or world religion a utopia
Stand before the sunned domes of the Christo Mandir
Where the Christ’s name mingles with Hare Krishna!

Call it anything a temple a church
No different is our walked road
The church’s spire or the temple’s arch
Cannot be God’s encaged abode!


Christo Mandir the Temple of Jesus
In many veins stand out one leaf
Hollows my perceived faith and class
At its door I cast aside my belief!
my cover photo
Maa
Jab aankh khuli to amma ki
godi ka ek sahara tha
uska nanha sa anchal mujhko
bhumandal se v pyara tha.....
uske chehre ki jhalak dekh
chehra phulo sa khilta tha
uske stan ki ek bund se
mujhko jeevan milta tha
haatho se baalo ko noocha
pairo se khoob prahar kia
phir v us maa ne puchkara
humko jee bhar ke pyar kia

Mai uska raja beta tha
wo ankho ka tara kahti thi
mai banu budhape me uska
bas ek sahara kahti thi
ungli ko pakad chalaya tha
padhne vidlaya bheja tha
meri naadani ko v neej
antar me sadasaheja tha

Mere saare prashno ka wo
fauran jawab ban jaati thi
meri raho ke kaante chun
wo khud gulaab ban jaati thi
mai bada hua to college se
ek rog pyar ka le aaya
jis dil me maa ki murat thi
wo ramkali ko de aaya

shaadi ki pati se papa bana
apne rishto me jhul gya
ab karwa chauth maanta hu
maa ki mamta ko bhul gya
hum bhul gye uski maamta
mere jeevan ki thati thi
hum bhul gye apana jeevan
wo amrit wali chaati thi

Hum bhul gye wo khud bhukhi
rah karke hume khilati thi
humko sukha bistar dekar
khud geele me soo jaati thi
hum bhul gye usne hi
hotho ko bhasha sikhlayi thi
meri neendo ke lie raat bhar
uss maa ne lori gaayi thi

hum bhul gye har galti par
usne danta samjhaya tha
bach jau buri najar se
kala teeka sada lagaya tha
hum bade hue to mamta wale
saare bandhan tod aaye
bangle me kutte paal laye
maa ko vridhaashram chod aaye
apano sapno ka mahal girakar
kankar -kankar been laye
khudgargi me uske suhag ke
aabhushan tak cheen laye

Hum maa ko ghar ke batware ki
abhilasha tak le aaye
usko paawan mandir se
gaali ki bhasha tak le aaye

to be continued ........(next part may be in next week)
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Shrivastva MK Nov 2015
In labon ki khushi byan karta ***,
Mai tumse pyaar karta ***,
Ai khuda, na chhin lena ye lamha bhi mujhse, kyoki
Dil ke mandir   me mai unhe bhagwan ki tarah pujta ***,

In labon ki khushi byan karta ***,
Apni tasveer unhe samjhta ***,
Jab nind se band ** jati hai ye aankhen,
Mai sapno me bhi unhi ka intezar karta ***,

In labon ki khushi byan karta ***,
Apne jeevan ki dor unhe samjhta ***,
Unki muskurahat na chhute kabhi unke othon se, isliye
Har roj mai unki khushi ke liye dua karta ***,

In labon ki khushi byan karta ***,
Apne aankho ke aansoo unhe samajhta ***,
Wo Hamesha en aankhon me chhalakati rahe, Isliye
Hum Hamesha unki yaad me rota rahta ***...
Real feelings about real love....

True love....
Shrivastva MK Sep 2017
Kash! Ye dil bhi benakab hote,
To sayad na dhokhe hote aur nahi fasad hote,
Log sirf unse dosti karte,
Jinke dilo me sirf mohabbat ke raag hote,

Kash! Ye dil bhi benakab hote,
To sayad na dhokhe hote aur nahi fasad hote,
Sirf unse hi pyaar hota,
Jinke dilo ke liye wo khaas hote,

Kash ! Ye dil bhi benakab hote,
To sayad na dhokhe hote aur nahi fasad hote,
To Pet sirf unka bharta,
Jo sach me us roti ke mohtaaz hote,

Kash ! Ye dil bhi benakab hote,
To sayad na dhokhe hote aur nahi fasad hote,
To Na padti zarurat en hothon ki,
Kyoki sirf dilon se hi baat hote,

Kash! Ye dil bhi benakab hote,
To sayad na dhokhe hote aur nahi fasad hote,
Har ghar mandir ban jata,
Aur Maat-pita us mandir ke bhagwan hote,

Kash! Ye dil bhi benakab hote,
To sayad na dhokhe hote aur nahi fasad hote,
To na koi dharm hota aur na koi mazahab ,
Hum sab ek hote aur sabhi se pyar hote,

Kash ! Ye dil bhi benakab hote,
To sayad na dhokhe hote aur nahi fasad hote,
Na milta phir kisi ko bhi dard bhare pal,
Na kavi hote aur nahi sayari bhare andaaz hote,

Kash ! Ye dil bhi benakab hote,
To sayad na dhokhe hote aur nahi fasad hote,
Kaun puchhta en banawati chehare ko,
Tab to **** se nahi sirf ru'h se pyaar hote,
Sirf ru'h se pyaar hote...
Harshit Jain Apr 2017
Seetaro mai akela chaand si thi wo
Foolon ka mehekta guldan si thi wo
Thi nadi jaisi aviral,chanchal
mere dil ka haal si thi wo

Ghani dhoop mai chav si thi wo
Kisi geet ki addaon si thi wo
Thi hava si mehekti, komal
Mere dil ka bhav si thi wo

Beech majhdhaar mai nav si thi wo
Khusian ka pura gaon si thi wo
Thi koyal si meethi,nishchal
Mere man ka abhiman si thi wo

Paido par wo patto waali hari bhari koi daal si thi wo
Holi ke rango mai sabse saadi ek akeli gulaal si thi wo
Thi wadi kasmiri koi
Mere geeton ka sur aur taal si thi wo

Mandir mai wo shankhnaad si,pooja ka prasad si thi wo
Baarish mai mitti ki khushboo,badal ka dharti se sanvaad si thi wo
Thi meri wo beti pyari,usse hi ghar 'harshit' tha
Mere ghar mai sooraj si,Mere ghar ki shaan si thi wo

Thi ab wo jo nahi rahi,aakhir khata kya thi ki usne
mana hi to kia tha na beta shaadi se,
Par dosti ka haath bhi to badhaya tha
Teri Bezatti toh nahi thi ki usne
Fir kyun tune usko har ghar badnaam kia
Dushman na kare,dost hokar tune aisa kaam kia
Chali gayi ab chhod ke mujhko,wo akele jeevan ki saanjh mai
Meri khushiyan,meri duniya,meri pyari jaan si thi wo
Meri pyari jaan si thi wo
Shrivastva MK Sep 2017
Aapko khuda ne badi fursat se banaya hai,
Etni pyari si muskan aapke hothon par sajaya hai,
Aapki ye sararati aankhon ne,
Har pal ko khushnuma aur khubsurat banaya hai,

Aapne Ghar ko mandir banaya hai,
Maat-Pita Ki sewa kar unhe bhagwan ka darja dilaya hai,
Aap najane kis mitti Ki bani **,
Khud aansoo bahake bhi sabhi ko hasaya hai,

Aap jaisa dost humne badi muskil se paya hai,
Aaj gum bhulakar phir se humne muskuraya hai,
Ruthi kalam ko manakar humne,
Aaj aapko apni kavita me sazaya hai,
Apni kavita me sajaya hai....
Nidhi Jaiswal Aug 2020
Ram Mandir"Ayodhya"
after 500 years a golden moment in indian history of india💖
Ram Mandir to be built in "Ayodhya"
I feel so proud to be country like in India.
There are many conflicts between communities here but the love and respect for other is always greater.
I have no words to describe my "INDIA"
UNITY IN DIVERSITY✨
"diverse country where peoples of many religions live together peacefully with their on separate cultures!"
Oldest culture of world around 5000 years...
"BE IT RAM BHAKTI OR RAHIM BHAKTI,IT IS IMPERATIVE THAT WE STRENGTHEN THE SPRIT OF RASTRA BHAKTI''
narendra modi.

Ram Mandir"Ayodhya"
Again a proudful moment in Indian culture.
Aridea P Oct 2011
Palembang, 22 Juni 2011

Api itu hampir merajai waktu
Merenggut harta benda tanpa ampun
Mangarang tubuh yang sesepuh
Duduk pun terdiam di kursi besi butut

Kekuatan api bagai Sang Supernova
Membumbung tinggi tak ada yang terjaga
Meletup-letup bagai haus dan lapar
Tinggallah hamparan abu di senja tiba

Sebelum fajar menyingsing indah
Berisik di tengah jalan sirine mengulang
Langkah kaki mondar-mandir yang tentu arah
Bergotong royong pun dengan peluh dan baju basah

Ku duduk terdiam terpaku
Setengah melamun di sebelum senja muncul
Ku tersadar pun di tengah padam lampu
Dan ku lihat Monalisa tersenyum pada ku

Ku duduk bersimpuh di kaki
Menunduk dan berharap ini hanya mimpi
Dan aku bangkit tuk lihat situasi
Ku dengar mayat rapuh bagai tiada arti lagi

Tak mampu tumpah air mata
Hanya tubuh kaku mati rasa
Pikiran yang ingin selalu waspada
Mental ini rapuh butuh udara

Abu terasa di mana-mana
Terinjak, menyatu dengan tanah
Menutup mata kini selaalu terjaga
Menjaga hari tanpa Supernova

9 Juni penuh cerita
Di bawah tangisan dan panikan
Wanita memasak dan menjaga anak
Pria bahu membahu membangun rumah
Rang laayi dua , mojajaa ** gya
jo nahi tha mera, wo mera ** gya    2
rang laayi dua mojajaa ** gya    
2

Iss kadar mat sataa, laut aa laut aa
fir na kahna koi, bewafa ** gya     2
rang laayi dua mojajaa ** gya    
2

Ki aisa lagta hai tumko nazar lag gyi
tum to aise naa the, tumko kya ** gya    2
rang laayi dua mojajaa ** gya    
2

Meri ankho me sota raha dewta
man ke mandir me fir, rat jaga ** gya    2
rang laayi dua mojajaa ** gya    
2

Teri kurbat tera aasara chahie
mujhko isske siwa, or kya chahie    2 *2
manzile khud pe khud, paas aa jayengi
dil me chalne ko bas hausala chahie

Rang laayi dua mojajaa ** gya    
2
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Aapke saath bitiya har pal hai khubsurat,
Aapka masoom sa chehra hai khuda ki murat.

Bahut yaad aa rhi hai aapki,
Talaash rahi aapko nazre meri.

Wo aapka muskurana jab kehte hum awaaz aa rahi,
Har lamha itna khubsurat hai in palkon mein yaadein sanjo rakhi.

Aapse shuru hota hai hamara har ek kadam,
Beintehaa mohaabat hai aapse saath rahenge har janam.

Bs ek dua hai us uparwale se,
Aap humesha salamat rahe.

Mohabbat hi nahi zindagi bhi ** meri,
Ye dadhakne aapko pukar rahi.

Khuda se maangi huyi ** mannat,
Aapke saath har pal hai jannat.

Meri duniya ** aap,
Har takleef lete ** bhaap.

Bin kahe sab samjh jaate,
In aankhon ko kaise padh lete?

Dil se jude jazbaat hain gehre,
Aapke aane se khil uthte chehre.

Meri taqdeer, meri jaan ** aap,
Ek geet ka khubsurat alaap.

Wohi pyar ka mandir ** aap, mera jaha,
Jise humne dil se humesha chaha.

Mahadev jaisa ** humsafar,
Chale jo saath har dagar.

Humesha se chaha tha humne,
Us talaash ko poora kar diya aapne.

Paavan pavitra rooh se jude hain is qadar hum,
Jaise saanso se dadhakta hai dil har dum.

Is dadhakte dil ki awaaz ** tum,
Aapse poore hote hain hum.

Pyaasi nigahon ka ** Qaraar,
Saji mehfilon ki bahaar.

Milne ki fariyaad mein dil ka intezaar,
Meri zindagi ka pehla aur aakhiri pyaar.

Shiddat se chahta hai ye dil aapko,
Saare jaha ki khushiyan aapke kadmo mein **.

Mehfooz rakhna mere humsafar ko mere khuda,
Is sacchi mohabbat ka karu sir jhuka kar mai har pal sajda.

Pavitra rishta hai hamara,
Is dil se juda hai dil tumhara.
Khuda ke dar ke siwa agar karni ** bandagi,
Mera sir jhuke mehboob ke aage jo hai meri zindagi.

Ibadat karti hu is sachhi mohabbat ki,
Mere humsafar ke bin ye jaan hai aduri si.

Chand roz chamakar intrane laga,
Mere chand ki tasveer dekh khomosh ** gaya.

Ajeeb si betaabi hai tere bina,
Tujh bin har ek pal ye dil ne gina.

Ashq behne lagte hain yaara,
Ek pal ki duri bhi nahi hai gavara.

Log jaate hain mandir masjid khuda ko talaashne,
Apna khuda ko khoj liya humsafar mein humne.

Jaam tou unke liye hai Jinhe nasha nahi hota,
Ishq ke rang is qadar hum par hai chadha.

Aapki yaadon ke nashe mein har lamha doobe rehte,
Is dil ki har dadhkan mein sirf mere mahadev baithe.

Mera khuda hai mere humsafar,
Humesha saath hai aapke chahe kaise ** manzar.

Karwate jitni marzi badal le aye zindagi,
Haskar dard chupane ki karigiri mashoor hai meri.

Par jab aap saamne aate,
Hum sudh budh ko baith te.

Har baat tumse hi befikra hokar aapse keh dete,
Ek aap hi tou hai duniya mein jo humein samajhte.

Dil ke har jazbaat ko bin kahe hi padh lete,
Aapse ek baat hum kehna chahte.

Kabhi udaas na hona aap humsesha aapke hain saath,
Majbooti se pakda hai humne aapka haath.

Saamne na sahi kahin aas-pass hi hu
Rooh se judi hai hamari aabru.

Kuch na kar payenge meelon dur ke faasle,
Palkein band kar dekhiye aapke dil mein baithe.

Aasmaan se farishta utarkar,
Dil mein sama gaye aakar.

Mohabbat hai hamari ibadat,
Aapke aane se mili dharti par jannat.
RAJ NANDY Feb 2018
FOOD FOR THOUGHT AND REFLECTION !
The Mandir, Masjid, and the Church, each contain six words.
The Geeta, the Quran, and the Bible, each contain five words.
Collectively they all proclaim that God Is One.
Yet we ignorant human beings, over religious differences have
cut each other’s throat for centuries!
More lives have been lost in religious wars, than all our
World Wars combined.
Religion has divided, instead of uniting mankind!

MANDIR = 6 words  ……………..    GEETA = 5 words
MASJID  =  6 words  ……………..    QURAN = 5 words
CHURCH = 6 words   …………….    BIBLE = 5 words

                 6 – 5 = 1   (GOD IS ONE)
                                                            ­        - Raj Nandy
IF YOU LIKE IT, PLEASE RE-POST THE SAME, SINCE THE CONTENTS REQUIRE GREATER EXPOSURE . THANKS, - Raj, New Delhi.
Surya Kurniawan Nov 2017
Tak tahu mengapa tiba-tiba Fatima terjatuh. Orang-orang pikir dia tertidur. Mereka mencoba membangunkan, namun sia-sia. Disentuh dengan hati-hati, tak juga berhasil.

Fatima dengan sepasang burka berkeliling di dunia ide. Mimpi-mimpi yang awalnya ilusi, kini nyata. Dia menari-nari diatas kesedihannya. Fatima mondar mandir mencari-cari sepasang burkanya. Burkanya yang satu dipasangkan di kepala pak Kucing.

Pak Kucing adalah teman yang baik. Artinya dia menemani Fatima dalam ide dan materi. Pak Kucing berkata bahwa Fatima adalah gadis yang cantik. Fatima terharu mendengarnya, tetes-tetes air matanya jatuh membasahi burkanya.
Pak Kucing menghibur, dengan membacakan teka-tekinya;

"Tiba-tiba, orang-orang merasa sia-sia berhati-hati. Mimpi-mimpi kini menari-nari, mondar-mandir mencari-cari tetes-tetes teka-tekinya"
Ronjoy Brahma Dec 2015
Swrgiding dwima dwisa
gaigra mai dubli
benw jwngni gami
Goi patwini bari
~
no no mai bakri
maihung **** mwswo goli
benw jwngni gami
gwmkangw magw-bwisagu
~
dwikorniprai dwi kaonai
nosim janjiyao paperna labwnai
benw jwngni gami
grwm grwm raijw janai
~
swrangsi swrangsi daola gesernai
hal huronlangnai
benw jwngni gami
hal kodaljwng abad maonai
-
bari kona kona mwigongni bari
lai lapa baidi mulani
benw jwngni gami
angkal gwiya megong taigongni
~
mandir girja bathou puja
switw jwngni sibisali
benw jwngni gami
goi taijow kantal bari mungni.
KAILASH VERMA Jun 2014
MANDIR-GHANTO SE GULAJAR HAI TAT TERA ANNA KA BHANDAR HAI MELO KE SAMAY AACHAR HAI SANSKRITIK EKATA KA VISTAR HAI. JISNE SIKHA DENA HI DENA USKO HAMASE KYA HAI LENA. MAN JITANA LAHULUHAN KAR DENA    
BHIKH PRANO KI MANGE NA
Shubh Shukla Mar 2018
Dua
Duaaon ka koi mazhab nahi hota,

Nam aankhein dargaah k aagey bhi jhukti jaati hain.
Sukoon ki saadgi mandir mein bhi mil jaati hain.
Khwaahishon ki awaaz aazaan se bhi mil jaati hai,
Dilon ki daleelein aartiyon mein ghul jaati hain.

Duaaon ka koi mazhab nahi hota,
Aahein agar ** sachi,
us darwaaze tk phnch hi jaati hai!!
Those days, Those days
in Prashanti, not a care in the world
waiting for the Lord of the Universe

Rainbow sequined saris flutter like
colorful prayer flags
in the sultry, warm breezes

Women devotees, buzzing honeybees,
breathlessly squeeze into granite window openings
outside the mandir
straining to see, hoping their adoring eyes
will be blessed by the nectarine vision of Sai Avatar

Seva Dal angels in vivid orange and yellow scarves
manage to bridle the swooning, burgeoning, euphoric
crowds with spirited "Sairam, Sairams"

O Baba
what we wouldn't give for a chance to once more
see your airborne Lotus feet floating towards us
on the golden sands of Puttaparthi

Reverently, I press my fingertips to my eyelids
taking padnamaskar
these orbs, these orbs
once gazed upon the holy sight of
Bhagavan Sri Sathya Sai Baba
Kim Johnson Jul 2014
Riding home on a stranger's bike...
Sweaty n tired after a wonderful hike,
Walking home is what I should do...
But it's too late... I needed help from you.

The smell of soil after heavy rain..
The sound of passing old trolley train..
It's all the same, it never changed,
That's ma hometown under Himalayan range.

When I took that 15 minute ride..
This road was the most amazing site..
The road sided  by tea plant farm,
Small or less but it's still a farm

Before ma hometown I reach a place,
It's a mandir where Hindus prays,
It has a roof with no windows and doors,
Under that building there is a pond.

Two or three counted fishes...
Normal fishes but may turn to delicious dishes..
Out of those just one I care...
The orange one whose color so rare.

It's still the same the fishes n place..
The childhood memory still not replace..
The story of witch and orange fish I care..
Untold myth of heart they share...

I heard from ma sister that there lives a witch...
Who roams at nite on the mandirs bridge.
I don't know if the saying was true,
Still gives me goosebumps when I am passing through...
Mandir... It's a holy place where Hindus prays
પ્રેમ મંદિર

મંદિર મારું છે, પ્રીતમ, આં તારું ઘર.
એને જોતાજ, આપોઆપ પ્રેમથી ઝૂકે મારું સર.
પ્રેમ દીપક પ્રગ ટા વું હું એમાં, ચારો પ્રહાર.
ભક્તિમાં ગાવું પ્રેમ ગીતો, રચિયા મીરાં એ જે, મોહન પર.
તે પણ કર્યો જાદુ મુજ પર, મોહને કીધો હતો જેમ રાધા પર.

ન રાધા એ પામ્યો, ન મીરાં ને મળ્યો ગિરિધર.
ભજ્યો બનેયે એને, મન હૃદયથી, દિવસ ભર.
નટખટ છે આં નટ નાગર,
બની બેઠો એ રુક્મિણી નો વર.
જેમ રાધા, મીરાં નું, કૃષ્ણ ને જોતાંજ, ઝૂકે સર;
મેં પણ તને વસાવ યો, મન હૃદય માં, પૂજ્યો જીવન ભર.

Armin Dutia Motashaw


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Na likh ska na bol ska ki mai tenu kinna chauhni,

Tuhadi bina adhura haigi tuhadi sajni.



Tuhade naal ek pal vi gaal jado ** jaandi,

Mai saare vele khushi khushi muskandi.



Jado tussi naraaz hunde,

Sannu ta saah vi ne aunde.



Tuhanu tuhade tou mai maang lawa,

Apni dil o jaan tuhanu de dawa.



Tussi jado hasde meri rooh khildi,

Maaf kari menu agar hoyi bhul kadi.



Tuhade baajo ek pal vi jee nahi sakdi,

Tuhanu vekh vekh hi mai mai hasdi.



Tuhani dil mandir ch basaya,

Tuhade naam da sindoor mathe sajaya.



Sansaar mai aapde dohan sa tuhade naina ch vekh leya,

Tuhade baigaar mai khakk di vi nahi mere mahiya.



Saari janama tuhadi, tuhade bina nahi jeona,

Ve main tuhadi je na hoyi hor kise de ni hona.



Sune meri rabb ek chah ve adhura,

Saddi har saah te ohda haqq hove poora.



Ohde baajo koi zindagi nahi chahidi,

Daaman failaye mai ohnu hi mangdi.
Aapke chehre ki chamak ke saamne  chand bhi lagta hai saada,

Itna khubsurat chehra hai aapka dil ke mandir mein karu sajda.



Behad khushnaseeb hain hum jo jaan ** aap humari,

Zindagi mein aakar bn gye ** aap humari zindagi.



Naraaz na hua karo jaan ek aap hi tou ** humare,

Wajood hai humara sirf aapke sahare.



Har ke zarre zarre mein hai sirf aapka naam,

Aapke bin tou naam bhi humara hai benaam.



Sirf aapke bankar rehna chahte hain janam janam.

Bhut pyaar karte hain aapko sanam khuda kasam.
Amidst reality of my life two single things remain
inflection of your voice and glow of your tender eyes
held safe by this memory we become transparent rain      
wild as the tidal waves of Bristol souls of no disguise    
fluid as the ocean with are open inlets giving rise  

sepia moments of a little cottage hidden in the cove
the scent of sweet cinnamon and the taste of your clove  
the cackle sound of unseasoned wood against the brick
we ****** the flavors of our passion, and called it love,  
holding on to each other, like flames on a candle wick

molten wax and liquid centers with all I hold so dear  
when the moon comes into view the stars turn into glass
willful moments arching as tender reeds adhere      
we spiral down the staircase, of God's Mandir  
we find the miracle of us, and know that it will last  


caught between two soft spots we are cloaked in silk
like two lovers in heaven or two lonesome sacred elks
amidst the reality of my life, two single things remain
the taste of a kiss and the place from whence we came
you my first love, were always right as rain.

August 27, 2021
Those days in Prashanti
devotees cue up at
Brahmamuhurtam
that time
when dew and God's sacred
presence saturate the dusty
red colored earth
soft chirp of birds just awakening
and the Islamic call to prayer clings
to mogul clouds gliding serenely
over the ashram
our anxious minds pray for the
precious chance to enter the Mandir
cloistered in that sublime sweetness
faces glisten with bliss and the
holy sound of Om orbits the earth

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