Happy Deepawali

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May this festival of light illuminate up the caliginous void in our life with its opulent light.

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Ramdhari Singh Dinkar

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जला अस्थियाँ बारी-बारी
चिटकाई जिनमें चिंगारी,
जो चढ़ गये पुण्यवेदी पर
लिए बिना गर्दन का मोल
कलम, आज उनकी जय बोल।

जो अगणित लघु दीप हमारे
तूफानों में एक किनारे,
जल-जलाकर बुझ गए किसी दिन
माँगा नहीं स्नेह मुँह खोल
कलम, आज उनकी जय बोल।

पीकर जिनकी लाल शिखाएँ
उगल रही सौ लपट दिशाएं,
जिनके सिंहनाद से सहमी
धरती रही अभी तक डोल
कलम, आज उनकी जय बोल।

अंधा चकाचौंध का मारा
क्या जाने इतिहास बेचारा,
साखी हैं उनकी महिमा के
सूर्य चन्द्र भूगोल खगोल
कलम, आज उनकी जय बोल।

  • Dinkar

Today, I lift my pen to pay my heartiest tribute to hail one of the greatest Hindi poet of all time, who by his fans is regarded as Rashtra Kavi. A Freedom Fighter, a gandhian, a social activist a poet and a Rajya Sabha MP, he was born on 23rd of September, 110 years ago in Munger district of Bihar. Born and brought up is a rustic environment with meagre means to meet the daily expenses. With the advent of Mahatma Gandi on the national scenario, calling the participation of youths in the freedom struggle, Dinkar too became a freedom fighter.
His poem ‘Gandhi’ revers the Father of the Nation and pay tribute to his inspiration.

देश में जिधर भी जाता हूँ,
उधर ही एक आह्वान सुनता हूँ
“जड़ता को तोड़ने के लिए
भूकम्प लाओ ।
घुप्प अँधेरे में फिर
अपनी मशाल जलाओ ।
पूरे पहाड़ हथेली पर उठाकर
पवनकुमार के समान तरजो ।
कोई तूफ़ान उठाने को
कवि, गरजो, गरजो, गरजो !”

सोचता हूँ, मैं कब गरजा था ?
जिसे लोग मेरा गर्जन समझते हैं,
वह असल में गाँधी का था,
उस गाँधी का था, जिस ने हमें जन्म दिया था ।

तब भी हम ने गाँधी के
तूफ़ान को ही देखा,
गाँधी को नहीं ।

वे तूफ़ान और गर्जन के
पीछे बसते थे ।
सच तो यह है
कि अपनी लीला में
तूफ़ान और गर्जन को
शामिल होते देख
वे हँसते थे ।

तूफ़ान मोटी नहीं,
महीन आवाज़ से उठता है ।
वह आवाज़
जो मोम के दीप के समान
एकान्त में जलती है,
और बाज नहीं,
कबूतर के चाल से चलती है ।

गाँधी तूफ़ान के पिता
और बाजों के भी बाज थे ।
क्योंकि वे नीरवताकी आवाज थे

Though known categorically for his Veer Ras poems, he used to call himself a Bad Gandhian for justifying the use of violence as a measure to teach the unruly.
He was a poet who regarded inaction as equivalent to the sin and his poems were and are a constant source of motivation for the flagging morale.
The lines in his poem Samar Shesh hai clearly elucidate his dislike for the onlookers

समर शेष है, नहीं पाप का भागी केवल व्याध
जो तटस्थ हैं, समय लिखेगा उनके भी अपराध

Reading Dinkar and his philosophies spread all over his literature during junior classes, made a lasting impression on our young minds. His structuring of Poem in proper meter, use of tough yet precise Hindi lexicons, and a rhyming scheme which usually made us to sing the poems in ‘OJPURNA WAY’. The recitation of poem was enough to spike our patriotism and motivation to serve the country.

A vociferous critic of vanity, the starting Stanza of his poem ” Shakti Aur Saundarya ” became the rallying point of careless boys ( wrt looks) –
तुम रजनी के चाँद बनोगे ?
या दिन के मार्त्तण्ड प्रखर ?
एक बात है मुझे पूछनी,
फूल बनोगे या पत्थर ?

तेल, फुलेल, क्रीम, कंघी से
नकली रूप सजाओगे ?
या असली सौन्दर्य लहू का
आनन पर चमकाओगे ?

पुष्ट देह, बलवान भूजाएँ,
रूखा चेहरा, लाल मगर,
यह लोगे ? या लोग पिचके
गाल, सँवारि माँग सुघर ?

The one art he was quite at home was to write kavya Sangrahs, and he wrote a lot of them. Dealing with historical and mythological issues with his own interpretation brought out best in him. Rashmirathi, based on the grandest epic of the world Mahabharata proves his brilliance once and for all.

All the couplets not only tell you the story but also teach you many experiences of life all along.
The way Pandavas are motivated to fight against Kaurav and by telling them the difference between cowardice and piety,

सच पूछो, तो शर में ही
बसती है दीप्ति विनय की
सन्धि-वचन संपूज्य उसी का
जिसमें शक्ति विजय की।

सहनशीलता, क्षमा, दया को
तभी पूजता जग है
बल का दर्प चमकता उसके
पीछे जब जगमग है।

The way Krishna warns Duryodhan and his detailing makes you feel the grandeour of Lord Kishna
हरि ने भीषण हुंकार किया,

अपना स्वरूप-विस्तार किया,
डगमग-डगमग दिग्गज डोले,

भगवान् कुपित होकर बोले-
‘जंजीर बढ़ा कर साध मुझे,

हाँ, हाँ दुर्योधन! बाँध मुझे।

यह देख, गगन मुझमें लय है,

यह देख, पवन मुझमें लय है,
मुझमें विलीन झंकार सकल,

मुझमें लय है संसार सकल।
अमरत्व फूलता है मुझमें,

संहार झूलता है मुझमें।

‘उदयाचल मेरा दीप्त भाल,

भूमंडल वक्षस्थल विशाल,
भुज परिधि-बन्ध को घेरे हैं,

मैनाक-मेरु पग मेरे हैं।
दिपते जो ग्रह नक्षत्र निकर,

सब हैं मेरे मुख के अन्दर।

‘दृग हों तो दृश्य अकाण्ड देख,

मुझमें सारा ब्रह्माण्ड देख,
चर-अचर जीव, जग, क्षर-अक्षर,

नश्वर मनुष्य सुरजाति अमर।
शत कोटि सूर्य, शत कोटि चन्द्र,

शत कोटि सरित, सर, सिन्धु मन्द्र।
शत कोटि विष्णु, ब्रह्मा, महेश,

शत कोटि विष्णु जलपति, धनेश,
शत कोटि रुद्र, शत कोटि काल,

शत कोटि दण्डधर लोकपाल।
जञ्जीर बढ़ाकर साध इन्हें,

हाँ-हाँ दुर्योधन! बाँध इन्हें।

‘भूलोक, अतल, पाताल देख,

गत और अनागत काल देख,
यह देख जगत का आदि-सृजन,

यह देख, महाभारत का रण,
मृतकों से पटी हुई भू है,

पहचान, कहाँ इसमें तू है।

‘अम्बर में कुन्तल-जाल देख,

पद के नीचे पाताल देख,
मुट्ठी में तीनों काल देख,

मेरा स्वरूप विकराल देख।
सब जन्म मुझी से पाते हैं,

फिर लौट मुझी में आते हैं।

‘जिह्वा से कढ़ती ज्वाल सघन,

साँसों में पाता जन्म पवन,
पड़ जाती मेरी दृष्टि जिधर,

हँसने लगती है सृष्टि उधर!
मैं जभी मूँदता हूँ लोचन,

छा जाता चारों ओर मरण।

‘बाँधने मुझे तो आया है,

जंजीर बड़ी क्या लाया है?
यदि मुझे बाँधना चाहे मन,

पहले तो बाँध अनन्त गगन।
सूने को साध न सकता है,

वह मुझे बाँध कब सकता है?

‘हित-वचन नहीं तूने माना,

मैत्री का मूल्य न पहचाना,
तो ले, मैं भी अब जाता हूँ,

अन्तिम संकल्प सुनाता हूँ।
याचना नहीं, अब रण होगा,

जीवन-जय या कि मरण होगा।

‘टकरायेंगे नक्षत्र-निकर,

बरसेगी भू पर वह्नि प्रखर,
फण शेषनाग का डोलेगा,

विकराल काल मुँह खोलेगा।
दुर्योधन! रण ऐसा होगा।

फिर कभी नहीं जैसा होगा।

‘भाई पर भाई टूटेंगे,

विष-बाण बूँद-से छूटेंगे,
वायस-श्रृगाल सुख लूटेंगे,

सौभाग्य मनुज के फूटेंगे।
आखिर तू भूशायी होगा,

हिंसा का पर, दायी होगा।’

थी सभा सन्न, सब लोग डरे,

चुप थे या थे बेहोश पड़े।
केवल दो नर ना अघाते थे,

धृतराष्ट्र-विदुर सुख पाते थे।
कर जोड़ खड़े प्रमुदित, निर्भय,

दोनों पुकारते थे ‘जय-जय’!

But the real gem of the poem comes during Krhna Karna Samwad whereShri Krishna wants to turn Krn in their favor by offering him Kingship. To which the Karn replies
“कुल-गोत्र नही साधन मेरा,

पुरुषार्थ एक बस धन मेरा.
कुल ने तो मुझको फेंक दिया,

मैने हिम्मत से काम लिया

“धनराशि जोगना लक्ष्य नहीं,

साम्राज्य भोगना लक्ष्य नहीं.
भुजबल से कर संसार विजय,

अगणित समृद्धियों का सन्चय,
“वैभव विलास की चाह नहीं,

अपनी कोई परवाह नहीं,
बस यही चाहता हूँ केवल,

दान की देव सरिता निर्मल,
करतल से झरती रहे सदा,

निर्धन को भरती रहे सदा.

“मुझसे मनुष्य जो होते हैं,
कंचन का भार न ढोते हैं,
पाते हैं धन बिखराने को,
लाते हैं रतन लुटाने को,
जग से न कभी कुछ लेते हैं,
दान ही हृदय का देते हैं.

“प्रासादों के कनकाभ शिखर,

होते कबूतरों के ही घर,
महलों में गरुड़ ना होता है,
कंचन पर कभी न सोता है.
रहता वह कहीं पहाड़ों में,
शैलों की फटी दरारों में.

“होकर सुख-समृद्धि के अधीन,

मानव होता निज तप क्षीण,
सत्ता किरीट मणिमय आसन,
करते मनुष्य का तेज हरण.
नर विभव हेतु लालचाता है,
पर वही मनुज को खाता है.

“चाँदनी पुष्प-छाया मे पल,

नर भले बने सुमधुर कोमल,
पर अमृत क्लेश का पिए बिना,
आताप अंधड़ में जिए बिना,
वह पुरुष नही कहला सकता,
विघ्नों को नही हिला सकता.

And though he is known for his spirited poems , one of my favorite remains his thoughtful and heart wrenching poem pardeshi
माया के मोहक वन की क्या कहूँ कहानी परदेशी?
भय है, सुन कर हँस दोगे मेरी नादानी परदेशी!
सृजन-बीच संहार छिपा, कैसे बतलाऊं परदेशी?
सरल कंठ से विषम राग मैं कैसे गाऊँ परदेशी?

एक बात है सत्य कि झर जाते हैं खिलकर फूल यहाँ,
जो अनुकूल वही बन जता दुर्दिन में प्रतिकूल यहाँ।
मैत्री के शीतल कानन में छिपा कपट का शूल यहाँ,
कितने कीटों से सेवित है मानवता का मूल यहाँ?
इस उपवन की पगडण्डी पर बचकर जाना परदेशी।
यहाँ मेनका की चितवन पर मत ललचाना परदेशी !
जगती में मादकता देखी, लेकिन अक्षय तत्त्व नहीं,
आकर्षण में तृप्ति उर सुन्दरता में अमरत्व नहीं।
यहाँ प्रेम में मिली विकलता, जीवन में परितोष नहीं,
बाल-युवतियों के आलिंगन में पाया संतोष नहीं।
हमें प्रतीक्षा में न तृप्ति की मिली निशानी परदेशी!
माया के मोहक वन की क्या कहूँ कहानी परदेशी?

महाप्रलय की ओर सभी को इस मरू में चलते देखा,
किस से लिपट जुडाता? सबको ज्वाला में जलते देखा।
अंतिम बार चिता-दीपक में जीवन को बलते देखा ;
चलत समय सिकंदर -से विजयी को कर मलते देखा।

सबने देकर प्राण मौत की कीमत जानी परदेशी।
माया के मोहक वन की क्या कहूँ कहानी परदेशी?
रोते जग की अनित्यता पर सभी विश्व को छोड़ चले,
कुछ तो चढ़े चिता के रथ पर, कुछ क़ब्रों की ओर चले।

रुके न पल-भर मित्र, पुत्र माता से नाता तोड़ चले,
लैला रोती रही किन्तु, कितने मजनू मुँह मोड़ चले।

जीवन का मधुमय उल्लास,
औ’ यौवन का हास विलास,
रूप-राशि का यह अभिमान,
एक स्वप्न है, स्वप्न अजान।
मिटता लोचन -राग यहाँ पर,
मुरझाती सुन्दरता प्यारी,
एक-एक कर उजड़ रही है
हरी-भरी कुसुमों की क्यारी।
मैं ना रुकूंगा इस भूतल पर
जीवन, यौवन, प्रेम गंवाकर ;
वायु, उड़ाकर ले चल मुझको
जहाँ-कहीं इस जग से बाहर

मरते कोमल वत्स यहाँ, बचती ना जवानी परदेशी !
माया के मोहक वन की क्या कहूँ कहानी परदेशी?

A poet par excellence for whom writing anything is like showing candle to the sun i’d like to end the post with two lines of his describing the poets

तुम जी रहे हो,
हम जीने की इच्छा को तोल रहे हैं।
आयु तेजी से भागी जाती है
और हम अंधेरे में
जीवन का अर्थ टटोल रहे हैं।
असल में हम कवि नहीं,
शोक की संतान हैं।
हम गीत नहीं बनाते,
पंक्तियों में वेदना के
शिशुओं को जनते हैं।
झरने का कलकल,
पत्तों का मर्मर
और फूलों की गुपचुप आवाज़,
ये गरीब की आह से बनते हैं।

Huge applause 👏👏👏👏👏 for your efforts Prankies.

Thanks for sharing so much about dinkar ji…👌👌👌

Keep scribbling 

Happy reading readers

Yours loving warrior 

Naina

The Shipwreck

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Somewhere faraway in the sea
Lied a barren land
Unreachable and unchartered
A rugged lonely island

For years it remained so
Passer-by just ignored
Amidst all the noise
Quietly it snored

A storm rankled the sea
And trembled it wild
The water got too choppy
To sailors it beguiled

Ships were there, though few
And troubled they were for sure
With hope in their heart
Scampered towards the shore

Alas! All ship did wrecked
And cargos went down the sea
All but one did not survive
And miraculous it was to be
slowly inching on wood plank
To the shore he reached
Fainted though he was
The island was now breached

Days slowly passed by
The traveller got fit
And it was not in him
To just idly sit

With rocks he made his tools
And started a mission
Would fight against the nature’s wrath
And would bring it to submission

thus started the transformation
Of the barren land
And as in Robinson Crusoe
Gardens bloomed in sand

Slowly the rugged terrain
Blossomed in orchid
And plants grew where
Once there were no weeds
Meanwhile the traveller
Made himself an arc
And on that little ship
He will be off the mark

He bid adieu to island
A place close to his heart
But he must go on
For much he has to chart

Many lands he has to conquer
And many hearts to rule
And then only his potential
Be utilized to the full

Well written Prankies👌

Perfectly shows what life is…

Once barren becomes green and one who made it green has to leave it and go …

No one can stay forever with achievement but that again doesn’t mean he can not conquer further.

Awesome one👌👌👍

Happy reading

Yours loving warrior

Naina

My Diary or … …..

diary.jpg

Oh ! my dear diary
Where art thou
The quill with ink
Is waiting for you
It might be a thought
Or may be a song
Or my restlessness
Buried for long
You take it all
With no questions asked
And infront of you
I often get unmasked
And now out of sudden
You are nowhere to be seen
Hiding adroitly from my eyes (so) keen
This game of hide and seek
Despairs me a lot
And much more desperately
You are now sought
And an ephinany then strikes
Am I looking at places
When you are inside
Inside me all the time
The lub dub unmistakenly is yours
How foolish I was ofcourse
After those sleepless nights
Last, I’d sleep tight.

Yes I have experienced this before warriornaina.com started, now this has replaced my diary and best thing is my this diary is never lost.

Anyways… Beautiful poem Prankies..Everyone who writes can relate to it.

And this last lines..were very cute…

Inside me all the time
The lub dub unmistakenly is yours
How foolish I was ofcourse
After those sleepless nights
Last, I’d sleep tight.
Keep scribbling Prankies

Happy reading readers

Yours loving warrior 

Naina

Battletorn

Uneasy, I stood alone
Confounded by the news
Fiddling with numerous words
Didn’t know which to choose

‘t sent a chill through spine
And with panic I shuddered
I rushed quickly to her home
As soon as the news I heard

Then I waited & waited
And it seemed like infinity
Still unable to fathom the reality
With difficulty, kept my sanity

Childhood memories flooded
With pulsating, seething heart
I now knew, how it feels
When our dear ones depart.

While O was getting over
From insurmountable grief
Good persons are never harmed
Once firm was now a shaken belief

Out from the car
Then she unmounted With a posture upright
A warrior she always was
Again she was, ready for the fight

Though no words were exchanged
In that brief meeting of eyes
Yet behind that steely gaze
Her message I could surmise

No words would now
Could lessen her agonizing grief
And all she wanted now that
In her abilities, everyone should believe

Not a drop of tear
Got past their hideout
The valiant warrior within
Stood alone amidst crowd

A long and tiring battle
She had just lost
And many more were lined up
Not sparing a moment to ponder over thoughts

A diamond chemically equal
To much inferior coal
Attributes its transformation
To years of oppression and toll
A warrior, earlier she was
Now rose to the captain’s rank
Though involununtarily she needs to keep
The soldiers secure in their flank.

The life is never easy
And much more tough it will get.
But it can’t unnerve a Samuri
On target whose eyes are set.

With the shlokas of Geeta
Enlighting her heart
Results will fall in line
If properly, She’d play her part

Brilliant one Prankies👌👼

Summarises and pictures almost everything ✌

Long tiring battle unfortunately lost but war still goes on🥁..Hope result falls in line like the way you well ended your write-up!

Happy reading readers

Yours loving warrior

Naina

Let go

The drudgeries of life
Is making us dull
And to it’s high demand
We often buckle

Stress, strain and tension
Are on their peak
And surely not in mechanical terms
These words I speak

Undue pressure and duress
One often goes through
And in this situation
Discontentment often brew

Possessed we get and
Attached too much we are
And with societal rules
We want to be at par

And in due process
Somewhere is lost
our own individual self
Though we may miss it not

This and that we become
With profession our identity
And it sticks to us
Which seems like perpetuity

So we get sorted
On a board of chess
Either in black or white
On qualities, we seem to possess

And our role is written
With indelible ink
And to go against it
Is rebellious to think

We are labelled and tagged
And become an image of ourselves
Though only a static one
As elsewhere our soul delves

Let go and break free
The shackles of monotony
Realign your soul and life
Get then in sync and harmony

Dwell not in future castles
And slay the ghost of past
Make every moment count
Enjoy life and have a blast.

When you are too much stuck with life and all the mess that surrounds it..It’s best to let go.

Yes all these happen..The way you describe is exact and painful..ww become image of ourself and elsewhere our soul dwells.

And the last para is best one..where you insist the depressed to return to present moment.

Past is gone,future is yet to come..And we often waste present in thinking this too. 

A great read for starting today.

Keep scribbling Prankies

Yours loving warrior

Naina

Move to the goal

Alone, alone, all alone
One comes on this earth
And then all alone
One has to show his worth

To this cruel world

he
is an ignorant
Would teach him few things
While he is an infant

Speak he can’t
and neither can walk

soon
would find his feet
and sooner he’d talk

The fight with the world
is incessantly on
Though it is the prep
And sooner it’ll be dawn

The toddler home held till now
Now trots up to the school

Finds
many like him
All to be wise from being fool

During the learning he acquire traits
the character, the will
prejudices and hatred too
And thus starts the thrill

So in the books and studies
In quick friendship and petty quarrels

Sweetened
by chaos and ice creams

Alike
them, it melts

Hence the childhood is vanished
wiped out is innocence
and instilled is what many call
a typical common sense

Thorn now begin to appear
On this blooming flower

yet
to fit the big shoes
But not far from that hour

Until now which was inwards
shows itself out
The Growth is phenomenal

Gets
ready for the bout

Coming of the teen years
is a revelation
Enthusiasm and happiness
forms new sensation

The youth now has the force
to change things all around

just
need to wake up
from sleep so profound

On his mighty shoulders
lies the responsibility

To
propel ahead the nation
with honesty and integrity

Skill he has acquired

Time
to bring them fore
Though not stopping at this
but willing to acquire more

Mistakes he may commit
Human as he is
Nut learnings and experience
he’ll never miss

Should move to destiny

clearing
all milestones
and should treat both

success
and failures bygones

But who is to tap
the infinite source of power
the answer to this question
is need of the hour

Young are we

So
are our ambitions

Start
taking lead
Its the proposition

Throw away the cloak
of insipid virulity

Carry
the flag

Bear
the responsibility

Get Charged up
awaken your soul

come
out of haze

n
move to the goal

Every para of your poem describes an important step and phase of a journey of every man.

There were so many wow moments 💕👏👌when I read it…so instead of quoting, I have made them BOLD.

Keep scribbling Prankies

Happy reading readers

Yours loving warrior 

Naina

Virgin-4

Good bye, yes let it be

Go where you want to go

And it was not nice meeting you

For me though

For you reinforced

My thoughts about men

Fake care, brittle ego

Who loves to berate women

You labeled me with names

Though you didn’t say it aloud

But in your eyes I saw

The suspicions cloud

You didn’t want comparison

And competition you don’t seek

It’s not my fault then

Coz your, not mine, love is weak

You were not second option

You just came late

But this is karma I think

My bloody heartless fate.

You of all, I thought

Would understand my situation

But with me, you too failed

To live upto expectations

I was young and gullible

Fell into his seductive trap

He played with my body

For me love he never had

He broke my heart

You tore into my soul

He hurt me in parts

You annihilated me whole

I was wrong, always wrong

To challenge the wisdom old

There can’t be a woman noble

If she is open and bold.

If Lord Shri Ram can desert

Mata Sita, so upright

How I thought, I’d

Be spared of the plight

He took away my virginity

I’m still alive with that

You just killed my sincerity

I’m as much as dead.

“You were not second option..You just came late”

How perfectly you have described girl’s emotion Prankies👌👌

Keep scribbling

Happy reading readers

Yours loving warrior

Naina

Raped…

Writer of this post : Prankies

(The speaks about a guy who had manhandled a girl few days ago in the same train and somehow he gets molested by few people)

It was a crowded compartment

But it was the last train

I had to board it now

As I was late again

I felt something crawling

Onto my waist

Someone muffled my voice

Before I could protest

Four pairs of hands

Groped me in the crowd

And while I was still shocked

On a station they got out

Humiliated and disgraced

I felt so dead inside

In just over fifteen minutes

They stomped away my pride

A scene from the flashback

Started to play

The train was the same

But going another way

A girl of two and twenty

Boarded the train

And holding things heavy

In both of her hands

A guy creepingly got behnd

And started to Fondle

Keep your mouth shut

And ENJOY, you bitchy girl

The girl tried hard

But couldn’t get free

Neither she could muster

The courage to flee

And when the guy

Got down on his station

One could see the sparks

In his eyes, the passion

Those same pair of eyes

Felt like raped today

For I was the same guy

Got taste of my medicine today

Good job Prankies.
The message is clear…The worsts crimes can be explained to the criminals only if they are somehow put to that situation.

I wish such incidences stop and people behind all this somehow return to humanity and realise what they do can someday happen to them or their closed ones also.

Keep scribbling Prankies

Happy reading readers

Yours loving warrior

Naina