Reference to Hindi poem - Divya Uljhan

Reference to Hindi poem - Divya Uljhan

This is the first part of a series of poetic expression depicting the perplex when a girl first falls in love and then realizes and finally accepts - all through her day to day work. This first part is when she wakes up in the morning.

Divya Uljhan

Main Aur Meri Tanhai

Here is another take inspired by Indispire edition 49  #Solitude - 
A poem in Hindi - Main aur Meri Tanhai

मैं और मेरी तन्हाई 

Main Aur Meri Tanhayi
Donon ka hai Gehra Saath,
Khushi Mein Hain Daman Failate, 
Gam mein Bhi Thamte haath,

Raat Hoti gar lambi Sheet ki,
Garm rakhte khwab meet se, 
Ubalte ujle grishm mein bhi,
Thandak dete bhunte man ko.

Main Aur Meri Tanhayi
Donon ka hai Gehra Saath,
Khushi Mein Hain Daman Failate, 
Gam mein Bhi Thamte haath,

Dard Ho gar gahre chot se, 
Wakt ke ye lep lagate,
Anandit, Prafullit man kar,
Bar Bar Jeewant Kar Jaate,

Main Aur Meri Tanhayi
Donon ka hai Gehra Saath,
Khushi Mein Hain Daman Failate, 
Gam mein Bhi Thamte haath,

Toot Ke gar bikhre til - til
Dil ko dil ki baat batate,
Nav man, Tarun tan kar, 
Uth kar nai rah chalate.


Aditya Sinha 
Aligarh
29.10.2015


Also posted in Hindi on my hindi blog page.
http://facetsofadihindi.blogspot.in/2015/01/blog-post_27.html

Akele Hote tanha Nahin Hum

Akele Hote tanha Nahin Hum

Akele Hote Tanha Nahin Hum,
Tanhai main Khud se jab milte, 
Uthte Girte is Jeevan Ke, 
Path hum sung sahaj kar lete.

Har kone mein kuchh panne bikhre,
Diwaron se tasveerein ludhakte,
guzle pannon ke lupt lakeerein,
latakte tasveeron pe dhool ki chadrein
Aankon se bahte do boond sahas,
Dhumil tasveerein nav chetan karte,
Un pannon mein uljhe afsaane, 
Suljhate byathayen, banate tarane, 

Akele Hote Tanha Nahin Hum,
Tanhai main Khud se jab milte, 
Uthte Girte is Jeevan Ke, 
Path hum sung sahaj kar lete.

Tanha Jeevan kora dil, 
phir dil pe dastak har pal,
kabhi udti zulfein, kabhie chandan badan,
kale nain, kuch larajte yovan,
Dil ke dhadkan uthte baithte,
Band Aankhein aur Unmukt man,
Tarein Milte fir karta chayan, 
Milte Sur Bante sargam.

Akele Hote Tanha Nahin Hum,
Tanhai main Khud se jab milte, 
Uthte Girte is Jeevan Ke, 
Path hum sung sahaj kar lete.

Hota kunthit zehan, ya pida dafan, 
Anjane sawal ya vichlit man, 
Khushi ke hote zhumte mausam,
Ya gaurav se harshit palchhan, 
Adheer Rooh milta khud se,
Dhoondh Ekant door jagat mein,
Alingan karta man fir tan se, 
Khoj rahasya tarunit ho jata.

Akele Hote Tanha Nahin Hum,
Tanhai main Khud se jab milte, 
Uthte Girte is Jeevan Ke, 
Path hum sung sahaj kar lete.

Aditya Sinha

28. 01 2015 

Aligarh 

(This is written in reference to theme - Solitude in Indispire 49th edition on Indiblogger) #Solitude

Also posted in Hindi on my Hindi blog page  http://facetsofadihindi.blogspot.in/2015/01/blog-post_28.html

Romance with Solitude

Romance with Solitude

Alone though lonesome I not feel,

As in solitude I tie knot to discover and reveal,

I adore the past, uncover and peel, 

Recount accounts, learn to fulfill zeal.

I let my mind traverse and flow,

Thoughts sublime, Horizons disband,

Agonies abound, anguish unsound,

Frustrations buried all propel out.

I reason them, learn from all,

Relive the past, plan the drive path,

Tough I become, Tougher to go forth,

With mirror upfront and Solitude taught.

Follows in pride the moments of joy,

Nascent meets, friends and feast,

Encounters sweet, Success tweets,

All in sync and make the heart swell.

I treasure lived, rejoice them all,

Paint memoirs, rejuvenate anew,

Young I become, Younger to go forth,

I embrace myself, love the solitude romance.

Aditya Sinha

27.01.2015

Aligarh

This is in reference to #solitude

Lest, it’s too late

Death is an eternal truth. No one knows what would be there after we embrace this eternity. But its sure we wish to say a lot when the inevitable approaches and we feel the time running out....

My chores on the same.... 

Lest, it’s too late

As the chair stops rocking,

And the mind starts floating, 

Eyes open stare the distant void,

And the last nail appears approaching,

I swear to myself and wish to say last,

Lest, it’s too late and the pulse stop throbbing.

I owe to you My Lord, to give me a being,

That one attains after crossing 84 lac livings,

Blessed with mind on top and heart within,

To love abated yet reason for all sync in,

I confess I would long to be again is my wish last,

Lest, it’s too late and the pulse stop throbbing.

I owe to thou, My Motherland,

A land of diversity yet unity unbound,

Religion from world round you reside,

Geography of all forms you abound,

Rich is thy culture and revered thou art,

Thus here all are prayed air to water, sun and moon alike,

I confess I beg to be here again is my wish last,

Lest, it’s too late and the pulse stop throbbing.

Mummy, Mamma, Mother, Ma,

Epitome of Love, sacrificing, singing,

Daddy, Papa, Father, Pa,

Daunting odds, chorus rhyming,

Brothers, Sisters, and family profound,

Paving path, sculpting to task,

My present and past, all is lost,

With you it begins and in absence gets frost,

I confess what I am would like to relive is my wish last,

Lest, it’s too late and the pulse stop throbbing.

On the path of life’s long sojourn,

Abound came friends and foes around,

Some touched heart, some aligned thoughts,

One mingled soul to stay life long,

Shoulder my name, sublime and drown,

Craft thy progeny and future benign,  

My kids thus came to elevate echelon,

Secure future and generation to carry on,

I confess I cherish, dream to live with you till eternity, my wish last,

Lest, it’s too late and the pulse stop throbbing.

Elevated thus I moved to my Dad’s shoes,

To live for others and shoulder woes,

Sapped when I return, you rejuvenate,

Now I dream in you, live your dreams,

Your health adds mine, wealth too multiplies,

You move to Zenith, I soar with pride,

With you behind, complete I am,

Ready to leap, embrace the truth eternal,

I confess I would ask for you again and again, my wish last,

Lest, it’s too late and the pulse stop throbbing.

This post is a submission to the IndiSpire topic #Deathisbeginning

Aditya Sinha

Aligarh

20.01.2015

Referral to Poem in Hindi - Jeena Seekh Liya

I ahve written a new poem in Hindi. Pls visit the page Jeena Seekh Liya and leave your comments.

जीना सीख लिया

जीना सीख लिया

जरा सी आहट जो होती फ़िज़ां में,
मायूस चेहरे पे नकाब चढ़ा लेते,  
होठों पर थिरका एक मुस्कान, 
उठा सर दो कदम और चल लेते, 
उनके जाने ने हमें जीना जो सीखाया,

ग़मों को घोल हम  हर ज़हर पी लेते। .............

Full Poem here :    Jeena Seekh Liya