The Journey

[shokeen123]

Dear all:

Here is something I scribbled from my
observations on the busy Washington Beltway
during my long daily commute...

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Perched on a dainty wooden cross
Peaking through withered meadow grass
A crumpled garland adorns
The lonely roadside grave
A eulogy without words;
A poem without verse
Beneath the surface lie
Sacred remains of forsaken human
I pause wondering
About the ephemeral life
A beautiful reflection
On the snow covered hills
A mystique above
Fog shrouded cliffs?
A thunder above mountains high
An illusion in the distance
With a painful torrid sigh
I wonder
Why does the heart ache
And fire burns out
The rain sets in, but tears dry
The music stops
But a vacant gaze remains
Why?

[devdahiya]

Welcome jiji. After a long time,somthing very impressive and straight from heart. I know that you know the answer of the big WHY? Don't you? Keep on pouring more.

[ratananmol]

I can contribute to annual poetry award on jatland; my father wants to send some of his poems here too. He used to write it in three languages:hindi, english and haryanvi. One of his creations "The Indian Morning" still catches my heart in this land. And he is a prolific writer of "raginis" some of which were destroyed coz he could not keep them safely and decided to pursue Law. He is maybe as prolific as Dev Dahiya ji.
Good Work. The clarity of expression is too good and mystical.
Anmol.

[rkumar]

Jab dard ne ho koi seene me
kiya khaq maza hai jeene me

kis kam ka wo dil, jo na ho saka kisi ka
kab chal basen, kiya bharosa zindgi ka

asq-e-khazana meri ankhon se koi lute ne le jaye kahin
thokar kkate rehte hain, aur palken band kiye firte hain

asqon ke samandar me, armaanon ki kasti
duniya se be-khabar, majdhaar me hasti
chand ke chehre pe, simta hai tera chehra
kisko fikr hai, ujdaa ho sahar, ya koi basti

RK^2

[ratananmol]

Wah Wah!
Rk uncle aapki entry jabardast hai.
Bahut khoob.
AR.

[shokeen123]

kis kam ka wo dil, jo na ho saka kisi ka
kab chal basen, kiya bharosa zindgi ka

RK^2


Kal subah mere janaze par
Phoolon ka ek dasta chadha dena
Ab lage ho tou phool hi kyon
Ashqon ke darya baha dena?

:)

[devdahiya]

Hum to duwa kreinge ki sab jiyein jindaggi muskurate huwe
Kyunki insaan ko lagta hei ek pal iss dharti se jatte huwe.

[vinodks]

Nice poem Sujataji!

Anmol, You should certainly post your father's poems here... Haryanavi ragnis have special appeal in them that other languages don't have... kyun Deb kaku??? there are lot of talented writers in Jatland... kul milakar yun kah lijiye ki ek achha-khasa kavi-samelan ho sakta hai...

-vinod

[cooljat]

Respected Buaji,
sadar charan sparsh!
indeed a beautiful composition!
whatever u write is kinda 24k gold :)

add more...

warm regards


rock on
Jit

[rkumar]

Kal subah mere janaze par
Phoolon ka ek dasta chadha dena
Ab lage ho tou phool hi kyon
Ashqon ke darya baha dena?

:)




kyun bhigo rahe ho asqon se, mere janaje ko
kabr me to let jane do, sookha libas audh kar

RK^2

[downtoearth]

I wonder
Why does the heart ache
And fire burns out
The rain sets in, but tears dry
The music stops
But a vacant gaze remains
Why?

sujata ma`m good compo.....

[pup030]

Moments lived and those not lived as ought or could have been lived reminds me of a few lines from Umbro Jaan which to an extent symbolises my life:

"Tamam umaar mangati hai hissab zindagi ka,
Yeh mera dil yu kahe to kya,
Ki yeh khud se sharamsar hai."

The above quote reflects me in more ways than one and has nothing to do with my interactions with any fellow human so far. Its solely about my life..

[jagmohan]

Sujata Ji: Wonderful expressions. Well thought out, composed and presented. Keep posting.

Bhai Dev: Sometimes I am so angry on myself because ye Sher O Shyari bilkul nahin karni aati. You know we were 13 students from Haryana who went to Sainink School Bijapur (Karnataka) on 17 Feb 1968. We were all in one section with the other 13 from Karnataka. Since we were supposed to opt for one Club Activity (we actually then didn't know what a club meant), all of us opted for Music Club. Bhai, pahle he din music club main gamasaan yudh chhid gya. Saare Harmonium, Tabla(ye), Pipnee vagera sab ka naas thaa diya. Meray aaj bhi yaad hai vo Mar 1968 ki dopahri jab Music Teacher mhare pachhe koi ek kilometer dodyaa hoga. Actually usne 'Shrap' de rakhya hai !!!

Or aan dyo..

[sejwaldeepak]

Very nice Sujata Ji,

Ek hamari teraf se bhi ....

Hoke MaaYus Tere Dar Se Chaale Jatein Hain Aksar,
Ki Ek Jhalak Teri Pane Ki Umeed Abhi Baki Hai.

[hamendra]

Mai bhe kuchh kahna chahyta hoon

Nanhe Se Dil Me Aarmaan Koi Rakhna,
Duniya Kee Bheed Mein Pahechaan Koi Rakhna;
Achchhe Nahi Lagte Jab rahte Ho Udaas,
In Hothon Pe Sada Muskaan Banaye Rakhna.

[devdahiya]

Sujata Ji: Wonderful expressions. Well thought out, composed and presented. Keep posting.

Bhai Dev: Sometimes I am so angry on myself because ye Sher O Shyari bilkul nahin karni aati. You know we were 13 students from Haryana who went to Sainink School Bijapur (Karnataka) on 17 Feb 1968. We were all in one section with the other 13 from Karnataka. Since we were supposed to opt for one Club Activity (we actually then didn't know what a club meant), all of us opted for Music Club. Bhai, pahle he din music club main gamasaan yudh chhid gya. Saare Harmonium, Tabla(ye), Pipnee vagera sab ka naas thaa diya. Meray aaj bhi yaad hai vo Mar 1968 ki dopahri jab Music Teacher mhare pachhe koi ek kilometer dodyaa hoga. Actually usne 'Shrap' de rakhya hai !!!

Or aan dyo..



Ha..ha..ha. Sahi hogya hoga yo te.......Pipnee......ha...ha..ha. Good one sir.




Kyun gumm karta hei bandde, Iss jinddagi par kissi ka adheekkar nahin
Ji dil khol ke,Na kar fikkar,Ye manddi nahi koi vyapaar nahin.


Live life on your own terms...........nothing should disturb you....surrender to God and all evil will disappear in thin air......Trust almighty in totality. Good luck to all.