Tuesday 26 July 2016

Life

"A saga lies behind every life;
Of hope and despair,
Which every heart to bear;
In the journey of life;

On the desert of time."
What happened if we did not get
what is the enjoy in getting.

Sunday 24 July 2016

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Sunday 8 May 2016

My love For browning

We fall to rise;
Sleep to wake.

My sun sets to rise again. Robert Browning
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My sun sets to rise again. Robert Browning
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My sun sets to rise again. Robert Browning
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My sun sets to rise again. Robert Browning
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Wednesday 4 May 2016

My Life is Books.

Books are my life and there is no place in the world so friendly as books as they talk to you without hurting.

Monday 18 April 2016

Happiness

Our society is full of various disparities. At a glance only, we can easily observe how the capitalism has sucked the world. Then what about underprivileged- They are also born to live this auspicious life but not; they can’t avail. Without money there is nothing. Ask yourself, could you be happy if your fellow-mates are not happy. If you want to be happy, you have to make them happy. Happiness multiplies whenever we share it with others so please ask yourself whether you want to be happy. If the answer is yes, come and try to turn every stone to make their path without thorns.
 

Sunday 17 April 2016

What We Are?

What we are? Whenever we ponders over this question, only one reply is there that we are the part of a cosmic energy which is built by two forces negative and positive and flows into this universe. It flows in each subtle particle whether living or nonliving so all the universe is one only we are divided by the individual identity as our body organs are identified with different-different names but actually they are the part of our body and the same blood is flowing in each organ. Whenever there is any injury or pain in anyone organ; our whole body feel the pain; not only that particular organ suffers but what we call I that whole I suffer. In the same way, whenever a conscious soul perceives the other soul’s sufferings, it came in pain and tries to redeem the pain so that it can feel the repose.
 

Be Creative

Why do we are so stick to the traditional method of life; why don’t we think about the new possibilities; why we shut the window of our mind. Life is a magic; if you play with it. Don’t let the life passed away rather than fill it with colors of your creativity.  

Friday 15 April 2016

what they did, they received


what they did, they received


As he wants to talk to her but never dares to talk; he doesn’t know whether she likes him or not; but for him, she is everything; he can think only one thing that is she; but the irony is that she doesn’t have any idea of his feelings. She is happy, pleasure-loving girl while he is a mature serious looking guy then how he can dare to propose her, He can wander with her, eat the ice-cream, watch the movie but never can dare to say; “oh! You know I want to marry you.” But the question arises that if she doesn’t love him, why she is roaming with her like butterfly. True these girls are the butterflies who only hovers over the flower but never make their hives with them; like bee they suck the honey and enrich their own hive perhaps they doesn’t know, one day will come when any honey lover squeeze their bees for the sake of honey and leave them without home so what they did, they received. 

Thursday 14 April 2016

What is Life?

What is Life?

When the sun rises in the east, there lies a lot of promises in its various hues; we look at it but doesn’t perceive the true meaning. Why everything does has become so mechanical even the sun, moon and stars have also lose their divinity and has become the part of materialistic mechanisms.  What we are? We are also the part of nature as much divine as the divinity itself but truly speaking, nobody knows and even don’t try to understand it. For them, life means money, power and hedonism. They are not able to go beyond it, to seek the true essence of life. In fact, life is a journey; an ever-changing phenomenon of this universe so we should understand it before it fades away. 

A Poem From My Book About the need of this Hour For Krishna

The lord of dharma
The lord of dharma,
Where has disappeared,
When a virgin calls you,
While losing her virginity;
Ransacked very terrifically
Every day in the hands of Satan,
She is swallowed by the dragon.
Thou are the savior of Yajnaseni,
When her five protectors failed
To rescue her dignity,
In the midst of assembly,
She stood in the fire
With half naked cloth
Dragged by a knave’s broth,
With tears she appealed everyone
But the dare assisted none;
So called the five warriors
Standing with bent heads
Demonstrated their impotence.
In that wilder state,
Draupadi stand alone
Among the men
Who laughs not only at her,
But also at all the female world;
Forgetting the cause of their existence
Lies in the hands of a woman,
They disrespected the female pride
Which is worse than she died;
Then mystically thou come
And increased the Panchali’s wrap
But now thou not come
When a maiden prays for you
In that state of desperateness
Why, do you forget your dharma?
Who fought the grand battle of Mahabharta
Not through weapons but from wisdom:
Where has dried up that wisdom
Or you left us alone in this world,

This is a question in every female’s heart.

Tuesday 12 April 2016

What is Love?

If we think about love then it seems that really it exists or mere a temporary passion. It’s very difficult to understand the true nature of love as it also changes according to time. We make priorities in life; whenever our heart has the appetite, we try to search love for our emotional satisfaction but the other time we become practical, how is it possible? Can love change? Yeah it changes according to circumstances. Sometimes our infatuation seems to us like love but it’s nothing more than the seasonable flowers. Love is a state of mind when a person’s thought is captivated towards any specific person or thing. In fact, it is an attachment not love because after a period of time attachment fades away while love is eternal.
 

Tuesday 26 January 2016

This erotic poem, composed on 8/3/2015, dignifies the glory of Khajuraho temples singing the song of art, devotion and sexuality.
“Sexuality in religious thought and expression has often been subsumed by the more abstract theme of love. So what do we mean by erotica? It is distinct from love, passion and lust. Erotica means that which leads to Kama or the sexual act; it is not in itself a straight sexual act. The erotic art at Khajuraho is considered to be the pinnacle of love and passion.”
                                                                                                 -   Erotic Art 
Art and poesy
Where are thou?
O! Art and poesy
Scattered in the antique sculptures
And the earliest scriptures
Faded away with time
The beauty of ancient rhymes
The erotic sense of khajuraho
Still sings the music
Of tradition, truth and beauty
Whether it lies in the sexuality.

The nude nymphs dancing on the walls
Fascinate the humans all
As with broad breast and large hip
They enticed the attention of gods
Making the course with different pose
As Shiva clinch the Shakti’s waist
To hold her closer his chest
Feeling the moments blessed
In which the divinity expressed
On the walls of erotic sense.

But Alas! All is fled away
Only lust has make its way
Without emotion they mingled
And breathlessly they singled
Without arising any erotic sense
They did the course dispense
How they can sing the song of spirituality
While they grasp the life superficially
Deprived of Art and culture
The land has become of vultures.





Thursday 7 January 2016

There is nothing so pleasing than to go deep in literature. Literature is the representation of emotions which arises from the depth of heart after observing the society. For a literary person, this world is like a canvas full of varied colors; every color has a meaning in itself; if its blue then it has its depth if its red then it has its magic so we can't say this is good or bad until it is in its limitations.

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