"vijay" poems
MAI BAHV SUCHI UN BHAVO KI
JO BIKE SADDA HI BIN TOLE
TANHAI HU HAR US KHAT KI JO
JO PADHA GYA HAI BIN KHOLE
HAR AANSU KO HAR PATTHAR TAK
PAHUNCHANE KI LACHAR HUK
MAI SAHAJ ARTH UN SABDO KA
JO SUNE GYE HAI BIN BOLE
JO KABI NAHI BARSA KHUL KAR
HAR US BADA L KA PANI HU
LAV-KUSH KI TEER BINA GAYE
SITA KIA RAM KAHANI HU
MAI BHAV SUCHI UN BHAVO KI.
............
KI JINKE SAPNO KE TAJ MAHAL
BAN NE SE PAHLE TUT GAYE
JI HAATHO ME DO HAATH KABHI
AANE SE PAHLE CHUT GYE
DHARTI PAR JINKE KHONE AUR
PAANE KI AJAB KAHANI HAI
KISHMAT KI DEVI MAAN GYE
PAR PRANAY DEVETA RUTH GYE
MAI MAILI CHADAR WALE US
KABIRA KI AMRIT VANI HU
LAV-KUSH KI TEER BINA GAYE
SITA KKI RAM KAHANI HU
KUCH KAHTE HAI MAI SEEKHA HU
APNE JAKHMO KO KHUDSEE KAR
KUCH JAAN GYE MAI HASHTA HU
BHEETAR BHEETAR ANSU PEEKAR
KUCH KAHTE HAI MAI HU VIRODH SE
UPJI EK KHUDAAR VIJAY
KUCH KAHTE HAI MAI MARTA HU
KHUD ME JEEKAR KHUD ME MARKAR
LEKIN MAI HAR CHATURI KI
SOCHI SAMJHI NADANI HU
LAV-KUSH KI TEER BINA GAYE
SITA KI RAM KAHANI HU...
WRITTEN BY :::::: SHASHANK KUMAR DWIVEDI
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 8:11 AM UTC
Mai bhav suchi un bhavo ki
jo bike sada hi bin tole
Tanhai hu har us khat ki
jo padha gya h bin khole..
Har aanshu ko har patthar tak
pahuchane ki laachar huk
Mai sahaj arth un sabdo ka
jo sune gye h bin bole..
Jo kabhi nahi barsha khul kar
har uss badal ka paani hu
Lav-Kush ki teer bina gaye
Sita ki Ram kahani hu..
Ki jinke sapno ke Taj -Mahal
ban ne se pahle tut gaye
Jin haatho me do haath kabhi
aane se pahle chut gaye
Dharti par jinke khone aur
paane ki ajab kahani h
Kishmat ki devi maan gye
par pranay devta ruth gaye..
Mai maili chadar wale uss
Kabira ki amrit vaani hu
Lav-Kush ki teer bina gaye
Sita ki raam kahani hu..
Kuch kahte hai mai sikha hu
apne jakhmo ko khud see kar
Kuch jaan gaye mai hashta hu
bhitar bhitar aanshu peekar..
Kuch kahte hai mai virodh se
uppji ek khuddar vijay
Kuch kahte hai mai marta hu
khud me jeekar khud me markar..
Leekin mai har chaturai ki
sochi samjhi naadani hu
Lav-Kush ki teer bina gaye
Sita ki Ram kahani hu
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 8:23 AM UTC
Myself caught in the heatwave sunlight, brown eyes
furrowed in the sun, scarf loose on my neck/
the transcendental Denpasar morning-birds
are playing their melodies in my head still,
three years post-Indonesia.
All of my soul to India now,
sky the pink of painted elephants
on Jaipur dawning,
my afterlife was somewhere here
perhaps two generations ago, chances are.
Vijay Raghav Rao and Alla Rakha
playing the Tabla/via earphones/treading the
Funary Box City (Kashi) future Spring
hands held together keeping calm pace.
Looking about, my twenty-two year old face
catches humid wind
S
I
L
V
E
R
S
H
O
P
tattered bike leaning on the gated guest house entrance
PERENNIAL AZURE SHIVA SITS CROSS LEGGED/
COBRA NECKLACE IMITIATONS ON THE GODDESS THROAT/
MEDITATING SHIVA/
dulled from years and corrosion.
Brahmin center of the market street
flapping it's tail,
sweat beads from my forehead bleeding
to oily pavement.
At last the months have come for the river Ganges,
April penumbra/savage thunderclap
while school children uplifting the heart
AND MIND
are ROARING in their laughter
the CONTINENTAL DISCORD OF JOY
sleeping with their eyes open
while others are too tired for the Earth.
Sidney Bechet floating swan songs during
the black hour cremations/
“Bechet Creole Blues”
CATERWAUL IN THAT VOID
THE METAMORPHOSIS OF DEATH/
LUNACY OF LIFE
(I've arrived at the simultaneous crossroads
of both)
searing flesh in open air pyramids/
Manikarnika Ghat,
Asia F
L
O
W
S
through dreams
like inevitable prophecy
and as ash blends with stars
the CITY seems fulfilled
and mystifying
in it's
(((((RESPLENDENCE)))))
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 3:40 PM UTC
Hai naman unko ki jo iss deh ko amaratwa dekar...
Iss jagat me shaurya ki ziwit kahani ** gye hai...
Hai naman unko ki jinke saamne bauna haimalya...
Jo dhara par gir pade par aashmani ** gye hai...
hai naman unko....
Likh chuki hai vidhi tumhari veerta k punya leke...
Vijay k udhgosh geeta k kathan tumko naman hai...
Sindoordaano ki gathao desh hit pratipatth yaowank dapan
tumko naman hai...
Bahan k bishwas, bhai k sakha, kul k sahare, pita k vrat k falit
Maa k nayan tumko naman hai...
Ki hai naman unko ki jinko mrityu paakar hui paawan...
Sikhar jinke Charan chukar or maani ** gye hai...
Ki hai naman unko ki jinke saamne bauna himalaya...
Jo dhara par gir pade par aashmani ** gye hai...
hai naman unko....
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 8:21 AM UTC
Ye sab sach hai, geet nahi hai
Tadpan, peer, udaasi, aansoo,
baichaini, upwaas, amawas,
ajab preet ka mausam man mein patjhar hai,
nayano mein pawas,
is almast jugalbandi se bahar,
kuch bhi preet nahi hai,
ye sab sach hai,
geet nahi hai….
Log mile kitne angaaye,
kitne ulajh ulajh suljhaaye,
kitni bar darane pahunche,
aankhon tak kuch kaale saaye,
jo in ka yugbodh na samjhe,
sathi hoga meet nahi hai,
ye sab sach hai,
geet nahi hai…..
Apmaano ki saras kahani,
jag bhar ko hai yaad jubaani,
aur vijay ke udghoshon par ,
duniya ki yun aanakaani,
khud se alag lade yuddhon mein jeet mili,
par jeet nahi hai,
ye sab sach hai,
geet nahi hai….
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 5:53 AM UTC
Me bhi tumhari tarah 1 aam insaan hu
Pareshaniya mene bhi dekhi hai, takleefe mene bhi sahi h
Kuch waqt k liye khud Ko kamzor bhi paya hai
Mera bhi man mushkilo ko dekhkar ghbraya hai,
Par inhi sab chizo se 1 tajurba paaya hai
Jisne Zindagi ko jeena ka 1 naya rang sikhaya hai
Sangharsh aur musibatein to jivan ka ek hissa hai
Aage bhi badna hai sangharsh bhi nahi krna hai ye to galat kissa hai
Sangharsh ke bina tajurba kaha se laoge
Aur tajurbe ke bina kya sikhoge aur sikhaoge
Ab waqt aa gaya hai tumhe himmat dikhani hogi,
Apni kathinaiyo par apni asfaltao par tumko Vijay Pani hogi
Apne irado ko or majbut banana hoga
Kuch karna hai kuch karna hai in jazbato ko dil me utarna hoga
Ye zindagi ki ladai hai tumhe khud hi ladni hogi
Apni kamiyo ko taqat banane ki kala tumhe sikhni hogi
Tum chaho to duniya jeet skte **
Apne har sapne ko haqueeqat me badal skte ** !!! :)
Dec 27, 2017
Dec 27, 2017 at 7:26 AM UTC
_Amy Louise Jackson_ is a British actress
& model known for her work in Indian films.
She played the role of _Imra Ardeen-Saturn Girl_
on the third season of the CW's superhero series
_Supergirl_. She began her modeling career
at the age of 16, and went on to win the 2009
_Miss Teen World_ competition after winning
the _Miss Teen Liverpool_ & _Miss Teen Great Britain_
pageants. Amy won the title of _Miss Teen World_
in 2009. She won eighteen prizes, including
a modelling contract in the US on a $50,000
scholarship. Soon after, she won _Miss Liverpool_
in 2010. She competed for _Miss England_ in 2010
& crowned the runner-up to Jessica Linley.
Subsequently, director A. L. Vijay cast her
as the _leading lady_ of the Tamil language
period-drama Madrasapattinam in 2010. Jackson
continues to act in Indian films of all languages,
including Tamil, Hindi, Telugu, and Kannada
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 4:59 AM UTC
When again in Joyous MAE
where Weeping willows bow and sway
and Martin swoops from hollowed eave
to where Victoria bids us leave
down railway track by home bound Duck
and motion sickness makes us Chuck
smelling salts from moonlight blossoms
as Marian asks what's a possum
Hilda and Tim try to explain
as Bala steps onto this train
he greets with smiles sweet Linda there
as Edward offers him a chair
Thoughts Forgotten as we chill
my Dry Sapphire Gin I knock and spill
cussing Profanity too loud
I shock so many of this crowd
Sammi Sweetie red of face
covers the ears of Madison Grace
Jerelii turns to poor Prabhu
and asks him soft what can we do
Frederick hands to her a tissue
and Vijay says good luck I wish you
Rena Em and poor old Quentin
have not returned when they were sent in
offering advice and gentle aide
and Lee and Jimmy knelt and prayed
Harlow ran and Blackmire followed
both too afraid their courage swallowed
Floaters pointed to Anon C
and said aloud you come with me
Something we knew was ours has gone
but look his Sisters just got on
So Daytonight spoke I'll cuff his ears
to stop him swearing now my dears
Embers knew shed blow her top
so quickly Rose and said ... My stop
Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 11:04 PM UTC
The most dedicated, obedient, one who rings bell,
One mighty who formulates sentient of time shell
By ringing school bell, making us aware, alert and knell.
Vijay, our peon, a smart, vigilant but never did yell
At teachers or students who bugged in room or cartel.
Fair looking Vijay is a joyous lad who got never expel;
Nor did he remain quiet in vespers nine to spread his spell.
Caring, gentle, cherishing, poor but self-efficient in nutshell
Can be told about him in this Monorhyme – describing well?
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 8:55 PM UTC
Serendipity and Luck; The only things that aid us in catching that one vital chance.
For the Romeo, the heart yearns for his Juliet's momentary glance.
So for a second they can share their love.
And fool the stars that hang crossed in the sky above.
Destiny still plays us like puppets in his evil game.
First be the soul of the hero seeking prestige and fame.
His life he would gladly trade to the devil himself for the mere opportunity.
His name be immortalized in history, his soul he would gladly sacrifice in perpetuity.
Second be the King that yearns for power to rule over all.
But Time turns his hands of the clock and soon every kingdom must fall.
Finally the holy man who only seeks inner peace and tranquility.
Is his destination even a possibility or a cruel lesson in futility?
The fickle gods make us mere mortals jester and dance.
In the end we seek those crucial moments of fortune and chance.
-Vijay M-
Jul 18, 2019
Jul 18, 2019 at 8:18 AM UTC
First time in the world
A grade 1 children cried
As they are going to miss their mam
Ya I too want to cry
As I am having treasured memories of
Muki
Pranav
Yaluma
Kavi
Superhero
Vijay hero
Darling
Bhem
Dolu
Bolu
Princess
And all 32 monkeys
A purest love
And my samiyanadha
Added beauty to this day
As my bro was beside me
Which happens for the first time
Will treasure this memories
Will make my haunting memories
To run away !!
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 9:26 AM UTC
The Prince of Tripura
Prince of Music
Only child of Sachin Dev
A king amongst composers
Was born Rahul Dev
Toddler cried in 5 notes
Hence named Pancham
Livelihood in Music
Like fish to Water
Tabla and Harmonica
Learnt playing in order
Compose for movies
Ready for the struggle
Breaking in impossible
Dream remain a dream
Assisted father
A legend peak of career
To fill in the coffers
Nobody knew
What he had to offer
Insults swallowed
Rejections followed
Years in limbo
Acted in cameo
Waited in the wings till
Vijay Anand offeres Teesri Manzil
Supported by giants
Dazzling Score broke records from yore
Straight into people's heart like never before
Musician he was not
He was the Music
Talent Skill Genuis
All words in the dictionary
Couldn't fit his personality
Yet to find a word so true
To describe his music pure
No pinnacle
No Nadir
Music has a scale
He doesn't
Genre didn't matter
What was flowing was a river
Your ability to take
Was the music that came
Thinking and Doing
Duality hed overcome
Music written and scored
Magic Wand in hand
One stroke up and down
Tunes piled up on the
Gramaphone
500 films
3 Decades
Immortality achieved
No point counting
Still flowing
Music still gushing
Immeasurable
Enough inside
No bar time or tide
Beethoven Bach Mozart
Monet Van Gogh Picasso
Forever remain their art
Likewise the Burman Craft
Jan 25, 2021
Jan 25, 2021 at 3:19 AM UTC