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Ramavtar Tyagi


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Ramavtar Tyagi

Ramavtar Tyagi was born in 1925 in the village Kurkawali Sambhal district, Uttar Pradesh.

Tyagi graduated from Chandausi Degree College in Moradabad and did his post-graduate work at Hindu College, Delhi University.

He has given personal Hindi speaking classes to Shri. Rajiv Gandhi (Former Prime Minister of In...

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ज़िन्दगी में क्या से क्या होने लगा।
चैन मिलता है तड़पने से हमें,
दर्द ही दिल की दवा होने लगा।
ज़िन्दगी की राह मुश्किल हो गई,
हर क़दम पर हादसा होने लगा।
दोस्तों से दोस्ती की बात पर,
फ़ासला दर फ़ासला होने लगा।
जो ग़जल में शेर बनकर के रहा,
काफ़ियों से वो ज़ुदा होने लगा।
जैसे हो तस्वीर इक दीवार पर,
आदमी अब क्या से क्या होने लगा।
ये तुम्हारी याद है या ज़ख्म है,
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Dr. Gaurav Mathur

I sit silent in my chair
Poised with pen and paper
All eyes and ears
Waiting to catch a glimmer
Or the faintest whisper
Of the Eternal
And all around me
Chirping birds, flowing water
Rustling leaves, drizzling rain
Distract and divert
Dissuade and derail me
And I achieve, or so it seems
Life, the universe
A grand conspiracy
Overrules my negation
Overwhelms my senses
I am drowned
In a deluge of Being
My peace and quiet
My inner solitude
My silent core
All are hushed by the roaring tumult
Of Life, the universe
Even the solitary flame within
Quenched by the fiery glow
Of a thousand splendid suns
Blazing forth forever
Life, the universe
Have consumed me completely
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
There is no outer world
There is no me inside
Only sitting and flowing
Silence and chirping
Paper and leaves
Drizzling and blazing
Nothing and everything
Life, the universe and I are One.

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Prof Makarand Paranjape

I dreamed of bumping into you suddenly,
say, at Teen Murti house,
or at the Times of India building,
and imagined what I'd do then:
give you a big hug and a kiss,
unable to restrain my happiness
on seeing you after twelve years?
Your long, straight, glossy hair
would have done a shampoo commercial proud.
The hooked nose
only added character.
You had a grandmother's benign smile,
but such petulant eyes.
Though terribly insecure,
you always seemed so sure of yourself.
I still remember some of your famous lines:
“Are you asking me out on a date?
Then say so, don’t say ‘Do you see movies?’”
“Incidentally, I don’t go out on dates.”
"I know I'm attractive, though not beautiful...”
“Just because I'm liberated doesn't mean I'm available...”
All your admirers had them by heart—
we rehearsed them and laughed.
At last, you held my hand on the abandoned stairway
leading to the roof of your college.
Before I could begin to appreciate the sensation
we were surprised by a puritanical lecturer
on the prowl, who threatened to report us.
You told him off with characteristic confidence:
"We know what we are doing,
we don't need you to guard our morals."
The poor man was too taken aback to answer.
Yes, the Hauz Khas poem actually
belongs to you, though it occurs in her book.
Remember how we visited the village
before any of the boutiques had come up.
There were reams upon reams of dyed cloth,
in myriad bright colours,
stretched to dry in the sun,
like swathes of a rainbow, descended on earth.
We also visited Mulk Raj Anand's famous house,
but found that he was in Bombay.
Then to Feroze Shah's tomb and madarsa
which was our favourite haunt.
How proud you were when I took a taxi
from the University all the way to your place
just to wish you happy birthday.
I picked up the flowers at C.P.
and called to ask if I could visit at 6:00 p.m.
You told your dad, "You can set your watch
by him. It has to be six o'clock now"
as I was announced and introduced.
You were the happiest that day.
How intensely as we talked, dreaming
of great things: “We’ll change the world,”
you boasted: “you'll be like Sartre,
and I, Simone de Beauvoir."
Of course, I proposed to you.
Then why did you not accept me?
"I’m not sure I love you--" you often said,
"don’t you know how badly Sartre treated de Beauvoir…?"
You went off to the U.S. with someone else
but that broke up too, I heard.
Finally, it was clear
that you'd never really be able
to let go of yourself. You were too
scared of losing control, of heartbreak,
of needing somebody else.
I once wrote to you
just after I'd married her
that I loved you and only you.
I showed her the letter and hurt all three of us.
But time passes and with it
what once was so precious
is hardly worth preserving now:
“I’m just an aging spinster,”
you say when we meet,
“do you still want to be my friend?”
You’re tone is light and ironic,
but why is there a wistful look in your eyes?

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Harivansh Rai Bachchan

जीवन में एक सितारा था
माना वह बेहद प्यारा था
वह डूब गया तो डूब गया
अम्बर के आनन को देखो
कितने इसके तारे टूटे
कितने इसके प्यारे छूटे
जो छूट गए फिर कहाँ मिले
पर बोलो टूटे तारों पर
कब अम्बर शोक मनाता है
जो बीत गई सो बात गई
जीवन में वह था एक कुसुम
थे उसपर नित्य निछावर तुम
वह सूख गया तो सूख गया
मधुवन की छाती को देखो
सूखी कितनी इसकी कलियाँ
मुर्झाई कितनी वल्लरियाँ
जो मुर्झाई फिर कहाँ खिली
पर बोलो सूखे फूलों पर
कब मधुवन शोर मचाता है
जो बीत गई सो बात गई
जीवन में मधु का प्याला था
तुमने तन मन दे डाला था
वह टूट गया तो टूट गया
मदिरालय का आँगन देखो
कितने प्याले हिल जाते हैं
गिर मिट्टी में मिल जाते हैं
जो गिरते हैं कब उठतें हैं
पर बोलो टूटे प्यालों पर
कब मदिरालय पछताता है
जो बीत गई सो बात गई
मृदु मिटटी के हैं बने हुए
मधु घट फूटा ही करते हैं
लघु जीवन लेकर आए हैं
प्याले टूटा ही करते हैं
फिर भी मदिरालय के अन्दर
मधु के घट हैं मधु प्याले हैं
जो मादकता के मारे हैं
वे मधु लूटा ही करते हैं
वह कच्चा पीने वाला है
जिसकी ममता घट प्यालों पर
जो सच्चे मधु से जला हुआ
कब रोता है चिल्लाता है
जो बीत गई सो बात गई

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और भी दूँ

Ramavtar Tyagi

मन समर्पित, तन समर्पित,
और यह जीवन समर्पित।
चाहता हूँ देश की धरती, तुझे कुछ और भी दूँ।
माँ तुम्‍हारा ऋण बहुत है, मैं अकिंचन,
किंतु इतना कर रहा, फिर भी निवेदन-
थाल में लाऊँ सजाकर भाल मैं जब भी,
कर दया स्‍वीकार लेना यह समर्पण।
गान अर्पित, प्राण अर्पित,
रक्‍त का कण-कण समर्पित।
चाहता हूँ देश की धरती, तुझे कुछ और भी दूँ।
माँज दो तलवार को, लाओ न देरी,
बाँध दो कसकर, कमर पर ढाल मेरी,
भाल पर मल दो, चरण की धूल थोड़ी,
शीश पर आशीष की छाया धनेरी।
स्‍वप्‍न अर्पित, प्रश्‍न अर्पित,
आयु का क्षण-क्षण समर्पित।
चाहता हूँ देश की धरती, तुझे कुछ और भी दूँ।
तोड़ता हूँ मोह का बंधन, क्षमा दो,
गाँव मेरी, द्वार-घर मेरी, ऑंगन, क्षमा दो,
आज सीधे हाथ में तलवार दे-दो,
और बाऍं हाथ में ध्‍वज को थमा दो।
सुमन अर्पित, चमन अर्पित,
नीड़ का तृण-तृण समर्पित।
चाहता हूँ देश की धरती, तुझे कुछ और भी दूँ।

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आँचल बुनते रह जाओगे

Ramavtar Tyagi

मैं तो तोड़ मोड़ के बन्धन,
अपने गाँव चला जाऊँगा,
तुम आकर्षक सम्बंधों का,
आँचल बुनते रह जाओगे।
मेला काफी दर्शनीय है
पर मुझको कुछ जमा नहीं है,
इन मोहक कागजी खिलौनों में
मेरा मन रमा नहीं है।
मैं तो रंग मंच से अपने
अनुभव गाकर उठ जाऊँगा
लेकिन, तुम बैठे गीतों का
गुँजन सुनते रह जाओगे।
आँसू नहीं फला करते है,
रोने वाले क्यों रोता है?
जीवन से पहले पीड़ा का
शायद अन्त नहीं होता है।
मै तो किसी सर्द मौसम की
बाहों में मुरझा जाऊँगा
तुम केवल मेरे फूलों को
गुमसुम चुनते रहे जाओगे।
मुझको मोह जोड़ना होगा,
केवल जलती चिंगारी से।
मुझसे सन्धि नहीं हो पाती
जीवन की हर लाचारी से।
मैं तो किसी भँवर के कन्धे
चढ़कर पार उतर जाऊँगा,
तट पर बैठे इसी तरह से
तुम सिर धुनते रह जाआगे।

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Subhadra Kumari Chauhan

क्या कहते हो? किसी तरह भी
भूलूँ और भुलाने दूँ?
गत जीवन को तरल मेघ-सा
स्मृति-नभ में मिट जाने दूँ?
शान्ति और सुख से ये
जीवन के दिन शेष बिताने दूँ?
कोई निश्चित मार्ग बनाकर
चलूँ तुम्हें भी जाने दूँ?
कैसा निश्चित मार्ग? ह्रदय-धन
समझ नहीं पाती हूँ मैं
वही समझने एक बार फिर
क्षमा करो आती हूँ मैं।
जहाँ तुम्हारे चरण, वहीँ पर
पद-रज बनी पड़ी हूँ मैं
मेरा निश्चित मार्ग यही है
ध्रुव-सी अटल अड़ी हूँ मैं।
भूलो तो सर्वस्व ! भला वे
दर्शन की प्यासी घड़ियाँ
भूलो मधुर मिलन को, भूलो
बातों की उलझी लड़ियाँ।
भूलो प्रीति प्रतिज्ञाओं को
आशाओं विश्वासों को
भूलो अगर भूल सकते हो
आंसू और उसासों को।
मुझे छोड़ कर तुम्हें प्राणधन
सुख या शांति नहीं होगी
यही बात तुम भी कहते थे
सोचो, भ्रान्ति नहीं होगी।
सुख को मधुर बनाने वाले
दुःख को भूल नहीं सकते
सुख में कसक उठूँगी मैं प्रिय
मुझको भूल नहीं सकते।
मुझको कैसे भूल सकोगे
जीवन-पथ-दर्शक मैं थी
प्राणों की थी प्राण ह्रदय की
सोचो तो, हर्षक मैं थी।
मैं थी उज्ज्वल स्फूर्ति, पूर्ति
थी प्यारी अभिलाषाओं की
मैं ही तो थी मूर्ति तुम्हारी
बड़ी-बड़ी आशाओं की।
आओ चलो, कहाँ जाओगे
मुझे अकेली छोड़, सखे!
बंधे हुए हो ह्रदय-पाश में
नहीं सकोगे तोड़, सखे!

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Mantras from Savitri

Sri Aurobindo Ghosh

All can be done
if the God-touch is there
Only a little
The God-light can stay.
A traveller between summit and abyss.
The human in him
Paced with the Divine.
God shall grow up
While the wise men
Talk and sleep.
We are sons of God
And must be even as he.
Beyond earth’s longitudes and latitudes.
Our life
Is a holocaust
Of the Supreme.
Oh, surely one day
He shall come to our cry.
None can reach heaven
Who has not
Passed through hell.
Our human state
Cradles the future god.
The One by whom all live,
Who lives by none.
Escape brings not the victory and the crown.
In absolute silence
Sleeps an absolute Power.
A God comes down greater by the fall.
A giant dance of Shiva tore the past.
Whoever is too great
Must lonely live.
The soul in man
Is greater
Than his fate.
The life you lead
Conceals the light you are.
The great are strongest
When they stand alone.
The day-bringer
Must walk
In darkest night.
Our life is a march
To a victory
Never won.
Man can accept his fate,
He can refuse.
His failure is not failure
Whom God leads.
I wear the face of Kali
When I kill.
One man’s perfection
Still can save the world.
He who would save the world
Must share its pain.
All is too little that the world can give.
I shall save earth,
If earth consents
To be saved.
He Who Chooses The Infinite Has Been Chosen by the Infinite
Truth born too soon
Might break
The imperfect earth.
A cave of darkness guards the eternal Light.
A death-bound littleness is not all we are.
A Light there is that leads,
A Power that aids.
A moment sees,
The ages toil to express.
All our earth starts from mud and ends in sky.
All rose from the silence;
All goes back to its hush.
All things are real
That here are only dreams.
An idiot hour destroys what centuries made.
Love is a yearning
Of the One
For the One.
Mortality bears ill
The eternal’s touch.
The spirit rises mightier
By defeat.
The soul that can
Live alone with itself
Meets God.
There is a purpose
In each stumble and fall.
A future knowledge is an added pain.
To know is best,
However hard to bear.
But few are they who tread the sunlit path.
Death helps us not,
Vain is the hope to cease.
Earth is the chosen place of mightiest souls.
Eternity speaks, none understands its word.
Fate shall be changed by an unchanging will.
For joy
And not for sorrow
Earth was made.
Heaven’s call is rare,
Rarer the heart that heeds.
My God is Love
And sweetly suffers all.
Only the pure in soul
Can walk in light.
The gods are still too few
In mortal forms.
We are greater
Than our thoughts.
Even the body shall remember God.

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Sri Aurobindo Ghosh

Mystic Miracle, daughter of Delight,
Life, thou ecstasy,
Let the radius of thy flight
Be eternity.
On thy wings thou bearest high
Glory and disdain,
Godhead and mortality,
Ecstasy and pain.
Take me in thy wild embrace
Without weak reserve
Body dire and unveiled face;
Faint not, Life, nor swerve.
All thy bliss I would explore,
All thy tyranny.
Cruel like the lion’s roar,
Sweet like springtide be.
Like a Titan I would take,
Like a God enjoy,
Like a man contend and make,
Revel like a boy.
More I will not ask of thee,
Nor my fate would choose;
King or conquered let me be,
Live or lose.
Even in rags I am a god;
Fallen, I am divine;
High I triumph when down-trod,
Long I live when slain.

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