Ek Chidiya ... lyrics

Ek Chidiya ... lyrics

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ting ting ting tindig tiding…
ting ting ting tindig tiding…
tuu tuu toooo
tuu tuu toooo
ting ting ting tindig tiding…
ting ting ting tindig tiding…
tuu tuu toooo
tuu tuu toooo

Didi ye anek kya hota hai ?
Anek…. anek yani bahut saare….
jaise…
suraj ek…
chanda ek…..
taare anek….

achcha to taroN ko anek bhi kehte hain ??
nahi nahi !!

dekho phir se batati hooN
suraj ek…
chanda ek…..
taare anek….

ek gilhari, ….
ek aur gilhari……
ek ek ek karke ho gayee ab anek gilhariyaaN…
ek titali, anek titaliyaaN….

ek chidiya.. ek ek anek chidiyaaN……
anek chidiyoN ki kahani sunoge ….
haan sunao…

ek chidiya anek chidiya….
dana chugne baith gayee thi …..
(chorus  didi humen bhi sunao…….

phir se suno…
ek chidiya, anek chidiyaN
dana chugne baith gayee thi …..

WahiN ek byaadh ne jaal bichhaya tha…
byaadh, byaadh kya hota hai didi ?
byaadh … chidiya pakadne wala

to phir kya hua, usne chidiyoN ko pakad liya,…
unhe maar diya ……
un..huh…

Himmat se jo jute rahe to bada kaam bhi hove bhaiya..
bada kaam bhi hove bhaiya …
1..2..3.. furrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Chaturrr cidiyaaN sayaani chidiyaaN,
miljul kar, jaal le kar…
Bhaagi chidiyaaN….
furrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

door ek gaaon mein chidiyon ke dost chuhe rahte the….
unhone unka jaal kaat diya………

dekha ekta mein kitni shakti hai……
didi agar hum ek ho jaayen to kya koi bhi kaam kar sakte hain ?
haan haan kyon nahi …
to kya is ped ke aam bhi tod sakte hain 
haan magar jugat lagani hogi …
JUGAT 
 * 

        * * *

achchha ye jugat …. wah bada mazaa aayega….
HO GAYE EK …
BAN GAYEE TAKAT..
BAN GAYEE HIMMAT…
hind desh ke niwasi sabhi jana ek hain,
rang-roop vesh-bhaasha chahe anek hain

—- repeat —-
bela gulab juhi champa chameli…..
phool hain anek kintu mala phir ek hai …
ek-anek-ek anek

suraj ek, chanda ek, taare anek,
ek gilhari , anek gilhariyaaN,
ek titli, anek titaliyaaN,
ek chidiyaa , anek chidiyaaN……

are bela gulab juhi champa chameli..
phool hain anek kintu mala phir ek hain…..

ting ting ting tindig tiding…
ting ting ting tindig tiding…
tuu tuu toooo
tuu tuu toooo
ting ting ting tindig tiding…
ting ting ting tindig tiding…
tuu tuu toooo
tuu tuu toooo

Didi ye anek kya hota hai ?
Anek…. anek yani bahut saare….
jaise…
suraj ek…
chanda ek…..
taare anek….

achcha to taroN ko anek bhi kehte hain ??
nahi nahi !!

dekho phir se batati hooN
suraj ek…
chanda ek…..
taare anek….

ek gilhari, ….
ek aur gilhari……
ek ek ek karke ho gayee ab anek gilhariyaaN…
ek titali, anek titaliyaaN….

ek chidiya.. ek ek anek chidiyaaN……
anek chidiyoN ki kahani sunoge ….
haan sunao…

ek chidiya anek chidiya….
dana chugne baith gayee thi …..
(chorus  didi humen bhi sunao…….

phir se suno…
ek chidiya, anek chidiyaN
dana chugne baith gayee thi …..

WahiN ek byaadh ne jaal bichhaya tha…
byaadh, byaadh kya hota hai didi ?
byaadh … chidiya pakadne wala

to phir kya hua, usne chidiyoN ko pakad liya,…
unhe maar diya ……
un..huh…

Himmat se jo jute rahe to bada kaam bhi hove bhaiya..
bada kaam bhi hove bhaiya …
1..2..3.. furrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Chaturrr cidiyaaN sayaani chidiyaaN,
miljul kar, jaal le kar…
Bhaagi chidiyaaN….
furrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

door ek gaaon mein chidiyon ke dost chuhe rahte the….
unhone unka jaal kaat diya………

dekha ekta mein kitni shakti hai……
didi agar hum ek ho jaayen to kya koi bhi kaam kar sakte hain ?
haan haan kyon nahi …
to kya is ped ke aam bhi tod sakte hain 
haan magar jugat lagani hogi …
JUGAT 

* 

        * * *

achchha ye jugat …. wah bada mazaa aayega….
HO GAYE EK …
BAN GAYEE TAKAT..
BAN GAYEE HIMMAT…
hind desh ke niwasi sabhi jana ek hain,
rang-roop vesh-bhaasha chahe anek hain

—- repeat —-
bela gulab juhi champa chameli…..
phool hain anek kintu mala phir ek hai …
ek-anek-ek anek

suraj ek, chanda ek, taare anek,
ek gilhari , anek gilhariyaaN,
ek titli, anek titaliyaaN,
ek chidiyaa , anek chidiyaaN……

are bela gulab juhi champa chameli..
phool hain anek kintu mala phir ek hain…..

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Come, fill your life with joy .........

Come, fill your life with joy .........

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Happy Sankranti 2011

The sun appears serene and peaceful.
The days have become shorter.
The sweet festival of Sankranti has come,
     filling our homes with the newly harvested grain.

Oh my dear friend, here comes the gangireddudasu.
Come, let us go and see him.
He wears a silver medallion and a waist belt.
He carries a decorated staff and wears special marks on his forehead.
He brings with him the richly caparisoned sacred cow and
     bull and performs their marriage.
Let us see the marriage ceremony and offer our gifts

As Sankranti is the festival of festivals,
Come, reach your homes, if you are away.
  Spend your time in fun and frolic with your loved ones,
The entire household and neighborhood will welcome you with love and affection.

Come, let's all celebrate Sankranti together. Fly your kites, share your sweets.
Fill your life with joy and make this time a memorable one.

Pawan Alluru

pawan@live.in

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Thy way, not mine, O Lord, however dark it be; lead me by thine own hand, choose out the path for me ...

Thy way, not mine, O Lord, however dark it be; lead me by thine own hand, choose out the path for me ...

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Thy way, not mine, O Lord,
however dark it be;
lead me by thine own hand,
choose out the path for me.

Smooth let it be or rough,
it will be still the best;
winding or straight, it leads
right onward to thy rest.

I dare not choose my lot;
I would not, if I might;
choose thou for me, my God,
so I shall walk aright.

The kingdom that I seek
is thine; so let the way
that leads to it be thine,
else I must surely stray.

Take thou my cup, and it
with joy or sorrow fill,
as best to thee may seem;
choose thou my good and ill.

Choose thou for me my friends,
my sickness or my health;
choose thou my cares for me
my poverty or wealth.

Not mine, not mine the choice
in things or great or small;
be thou my Guide, my Strength
my wisdom and my all.

Words: Horatius Bonar, 1857

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He had his little ways ....

He had his little ways ....

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King John was not a good man --
He had his little ways.
And sometimes no one spoke to him
For days and days and days.
And men who came across him,
When walking in the town,
Gave him a supercilious stare,
Or passed with noses in the air --
And bad King John stood dumbly there,
Blushing beneath his crown.

King John was not a good man,
And no good friends had he.
He stayed in every afternoon...
But no one came to tea.
And, round about December,
The cards upon his shelf
Which wished him lots of Christmas cheer,
And fortune in the coming year,
Were never from his near and dear,
But only from himself.

King John was not a good man,
Yet had his hopes and fears.
They'd given him no present now
For years and years and years.
But every year at Christmas,
While minstrels stood about,
Collecting tribute from the young
For all the songs they might have sung,
He stole away upstairs and hung
A hopeful stocking out.

King John was not a good man,
He lived his live aloof;
Alone he thought a message out
While climbing up the roof.
He wrote it down and propped it
Against the chimney stack:
"TO ALL AND SUNDRY - NEAR AND FAR -
F. Christmas in particular."
And signed it not "Johannes R."
But very humbly, "Jack."

"I want some crackers,
And I want some candy;
I think a box of chocolates
Would come in handy;
I don't mind oranges,
I do like nuts!
And I SHOULD like a pocket-knife
That really cuts.
And, oh! Father Christmas, if you love me at all,
Bring me a big, red, india-rubber ball!"

King John was not a good man --
He wrote this message out,
And gat him to this room again,
Descending by the spout.
And all that night he lay there,
A prey to hopes and fears.
"I think that's him a-coming now!"
(Anxiety bedewed his brow.)
"He'll bring one present, anyhow --
The first I had for years."

"Forget about the crackers,
And forget the candy;
I'm sure a box of chocolates
Would never come in handy;
I don't like oranges,
I don't want nuts,
And I HAVE got a pocket-knife
That almost cuts.
But, oh! Father christmas, if you love me at all,
Bring me a big, red, india-rubber ball!"

King John was not a good man,
Next morning when the sun
Rose up to tell a waiting world
That Christmas had begun,
And people seized their stockings,
And opened them with glee,
And crackers, toys and games appeared,
And lips with sticky sweets were smeared,
King John said grimly: "As I feared,
Nothing again for me!"

"I did want crackers,
And I did want candy;
I know a box of chocolates
Would come in handy;
I do love oranges,
I did want nuts!
And, oh! if Father Christmas, had loved me at all,
He would have brought a big, red,
india-rubber ball!"

King John stood by the window,
And frowned to see below
The happy bands of boys and girls
All playing in the snow.
A while he stood there watching,
And envying them all ...
When through the window big and red
There hurtled by his royal head,
And bounced and fell upon the bed,
An india-rubber ball!

AND, OH, FATHER CHRISTMAS,
MY BLESSINGS ON YOU FALL
FOR BRINGING HIM
A BIG, RED,
INDIA-RUBBER
BALL!

- AA Milne

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I shall be free some day ....... by Charles Tindley

I shall be free some day ....... by Charles Tindley

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Beams of Heaven, as I go,
Through this wilderness below,
Guide my feet in peaceful ways,
Turn my midnights into days;
When in the darkness I would grope,
Faith always sees a star of hope,
And soon from all life’s grief and danger,
I shall be free some day.

Refrain

I do not know how long ’twill be,
Nor what the future holds for me,
But this I know, if Jesus leads me,
I shall get home some day.

Oftentimes my sky is clear,
Joy abounds without a tear,
Though a day so bright begun,
Clouds may hide tomorrow’s sun;
There’ll be a day that’s always bright,
A day that never yields to night,
And in its light the streets of glory
I shall behold some day.

Refrain

Harder yet may be the fight,
Right may often yield to might,
Wickedness awhile may reign,
Satan’s cause may seem to gain,
There is a God that rules above,
With hand of power and heart of love,
If I am right, He’ll fight my battle,
I shall have peace some day.
 

Refrain

Burdens now may crush me down,
Disappointments all around,
Troubles speak in mournful sigh,
Sorrow through a tear stained eye;
There is a world where pleasure reigns,
No mourning soul shall roam its plains,
And to that land of peace and glory
I want to go some day.

Refrain

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Bhati Me Bharatam (Ep.16) By Dr.Ramakant Shukla (1989)

Bhati Me Bharatam (Ep.16) By Dr.Ramakant Shukla (1989)

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Bhati Me Bharatam, a Sanskrit television series in twenty episodes was written and directed by Dr.RamaKant Shukla. Bhati Me Bharatam depicts India as a symbol for Unity In Diversity.
The video here shows episode 16.

Realmedia excerpt

MP3 excerpt

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The Park Bench - a poem which inspires you to live each day.

The Park Bench - a poem which inspires you to live each day.

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Beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree.

Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown,
For the world was intent on dragging me down.
And if that weren't enough to ruin my day,
A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play.
He stood right before me with his head tilted down
And said with great excitement, "Look what I found!"

In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight,
With its petals all worn - not enough rain, or too little light.
Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play,
I faked a smile and then shifted away.
But instead of retreating he sat next to my side
And placed the flower to his nose and declared with overacted surprise,
"It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful too.
That's why I picked it; here, it's for you."

The weed before me was dying or dead.
Not vibrant of colors: orange, yellow or red.
But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave.
So I reached for the flower, and replied, "Just what I need."
But instead of him placing the flower in my hand,
He held it mid-air without reason or plan.
It was then that I noticed for the first time
That weed-toting boy could not see he was blind.

I heard my voice quiver; tears shone in the sun
As I thanked him for picking the very best one.
"You're welcome," he smiled, and then ran off to play,
Unaware of the impact he'd had on my day.
I sat there and wondered how he managed to see
A self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree.
How did he know of my self-indulged plight?
Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight.

Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see
The problem was not with the world; the problem was me.
And for all of those times I myself had been blind,
I vowed to see the beauty in life, and appreciate every second that's mine.
And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose
And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose
And smiled as I watched that young boy, another weed in hand,
About to change the life of an unsuspecting old man. 

- Poet ???

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During wind and rain by Thomas Hardy

During wind and rain by Thomas Hardy

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They sing their dearest songs --
He, she, all of them -- yea,
Treble and tenor and bass,
And one to play;
With the candles mooning each face....
Ah, no; the years O!
How the sick leaves reel down in throngs!

They clear the creeping moss --
Elders and juniors -- aye,
Making the pathways neat
And the garden gay;
And they build a shady seat....
Ah, no; the years, the years;
See, the white storm-birds wing across!

They are blithely breakfasting all --
Men and maidens -- yea,
Under the summer tree,
With a glimpse of the bay,
While pet fowl come to the knee....
Ah, no; the years O!
And the rotten rose is ript from the wall.

They change to a high new house,
He, she, all of them -- aye,
Clocks and carpets and chairs
On the lawn all day,
And brightest things that are theirs....
Ah, no; the years, the years;
Down their carved names the rain-drop ploughs

- Thomas Hardy

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What's that?

What's that?

By   9:37 PM   No comments:

"Who Am I?"

"A gift of God,
a blessing to this earth
That is what I am.

A person of substance,
a person who matters,
a person who can make others feel the presence
That is what I am.

A person who learns from each day,
a person who has courage for facing each day,
a person who has hope for each tomorrow
That is what I am.

A person having a yearning desire,
to get more and more knowledge
from the ocean of wisdom
That is what I am.

Someone who can give to others
If not the moon, if not the stars,
If not just gifts, if not just flowers
But a hope for the future
And a sweet smile on the face
Which spreads happiness as long as it stays
That is what I am.

And this is the reason
Why I am the happiest
When I Am What I Am.

I Accept Who I Am
I know what I can
I buzz 'Work On'
To show How I Can!"

What I Believe???

Think Not Today, About Tomorrow.
Compare Your Today With Yesterday.
And Make Your Today Better Than Yesterday.
Give Scope For Better Tomorrows To Follow.

:::Prayer To The Lord:::

Thy way, not mine, O Lord,
However dark it be.
Lead me by Thine own hand;
Choose Thou the path for me.

Smooth let it be or rough,
It will be still the best;
Winding or straight, it leads
Right onward to Thy rest.

I dare not choose my lot;
I would not if I might.
Choose Thou for me, my God;
So shall I walk aright.

The kingdom that I seek
Is Thine; so let the way
That leads to it be Thine
Else I must surely stray.

Take Thou my cup and it
With joy or sorrow fill,
As best to Thee may seem;
Choose Thou my good and ill.

Choose Thou for me my friends,
My sickness or my health;
Choose Thou my cares for me,
My poverty or wealth.

Not mine, not mine, the choice,
In things or great or small;
Be Thou my Guide, my Strength,
My Wisdom, and my All...

What I Follow ???

I prefer to Follow The Eighteen "Ities"

For everyone's success in life it is essential that he should develop certain cardinal virtues. Virtue is strength, power and the key to peace. A virtuous man is ever happy, peaceful and prosperous. The Song of Eighteen "Ities" enumerates the virtues that one should cultivate.

Here is the Song of Eighteen "Ities":

Serenity, regularity, absence of vanity,
Sincerity, simplicity, veracity,
Equanimity, fixity, non-irritability,
Adaptability, humility, tenacity,
Integrity, nobility, magnanimity,
Charity, generosity, purity.
Practice daily these eighteen 'ities',
You will soon attain immortality.
Brahman is the only real entity,
Mr. So and so is a false non-entity.
You will abide in eternity and infinity;
You will behold unity in diversity;
You cannot attain this in the university.
You can attain this in the Forest University.

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With your equipment they all began ..............

With your equipment they all began ..............

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Figure it out for yourself, my lad,
You've all that the greatest of men have had,
Two arms, two hands, two legs, two eyes
And a brain to use if you would be wise.
With this equipment they all began,
So start for the top and say, "I can."

Look them over, the wise and great
They take their food from a common plate,
And similar knives and forks they use,
With similar laces they tie their shoes.
The world considers them brave and smart,
But you've all they had when they made their start.

You can triumph and come to skill,
You can be great if you only will.
You're well equipped for what fight you choose,
You have legs and arms and a brain to use,
And the man who has risen great deeds to do
Began his life with no more than you.

You are the handicap you must face,
You are the one who must choose your place,
You must say where you want to go,
How much you will study the truth to know.
God has equipped you for life, but He
Lets you decide what you want to be.

Courage must come from the soul within,
The man must furnish the will to win.
So figure it out for yourself, my lad.
You were born with all that the great have had,
With your equipment they all began,
Get hold of yourself and say: "I can."

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Song Of Vibhuthi Yoga

Song Of Vibhuthi Yoga

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Bhajo Radhe Krishna,
Bhajo Radhe Shyama
Soham Soham, Sivoham Soham.

Om Om Om Om Om,
Om Om Om Om Om.

I am neither mind nor body, immortal Self I am,
I am witness of three states, I am knowledge absolute.
(Om Om.....)

I am fragrance in jessamine, beauty in flowers,
I am coolness in the ice, flavour in coffee.
(Bhajo Radhe Krishna...)

I am greenness in the leaf, hue in the rainbow,
I am taste buds in the tongue, essence in orange.
(Om Om.....)

I am mind of all minds, prana of all pranas,
I am soul of souls, Self of all selves.
(Bhajo Radhe Krishna...)

I am Atman in all beings, apple of all eyes,
I am sun of all suns, light of all lights.
(Om Om.....)

I am Pranava of all vedas, Brahman of Upanishads,
I am silence in forests, thunder in all clouds.
(Bhajo Radhe Krishna...)

I am velocity in electrons, motion in science,
I am effulgence in the sun, wave in the radio.
(Om Om.....)

I am support of this world, soul of this body,
I am ear of all ears, eye of all eyes.
(Bhajo Radhe Krishna...)

I am time, space, dik and the controller,
I am God of gods, guru and the director.
(Om Om.....)

I am melody in music, in rag and raginins,
I am sound in ether, sakti in virya.
(Bhajo Radhe Krishna...)

I am power in electricity, intelligence in mind,
I am brilliance in fire, penance in ascetics.
(Om Om.....)

I am `reason' in philosopher, `will' in jnanis,
I am prem in bhaktas, samadhi in yogis.
(Bhajo Radhe Krishna...)

I am That I am, I am That I am,
I am That I am, I am That I am.
(Om Om.....)

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Carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero (Seize the day, trusting tomorrow as little as possible)

Carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero (Seize the day, trusting tomorrow as little as possible)

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Tu ne quaesieris, scire nefas, quem mihi, quem tibi
finem di dederint, Leuconoe, nec Babylonios
temptaris numeros. ut melius, quidquid erit, pati.
seu pluris hiemes seu tribuit Iuppiter ultimam,
quae nunc oppositis debilitat pumicibus mare
Tyrrhenum: sapias, vina liques et spatio brevi
spem longam reseces. dum loquimur, fugerit invida
aetas: carpe diem quam minimum credula postero.

- A Latin poem by Horace.

~ a short rebuke to a woman worrying about the future; it closes with the famous line carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero (seize the day, trusting tomorrow as little as possible)

Don't ask (it's forbidden to know) what end
the gods will grant to me or you, Leuconoe. Don't play with Babylonian
fortune-telling either. It is better to endure whatever will be.
Whether Jupiter has allotted to you many more winters or this final one
which even now wears out the Tyrrhenian sea on the rocks placed opposite
— be wise, strain the wine, and scale back your long hopes
to a short period. While we speak, envious time will have {already} fled
Seize the day, trusting as little as possible in the next.

The ode says that the future is unknowable, and that instead one should scale back one's hopes to a brief future, and drink one's wine.

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It's my life .... It's now or never ............

It's my life .... It's now or never ............

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It's my life It's now or never I ain't gonna live forever I just wanna live while I'm alive It's my life ... My heart is like an open highway Like Frankie said, "I did it my way" I just wanna live while I'm alive 'Cause it's my life This is for the ones who stood their ground For Tommy and Gina who never backed down Tomorrow's getting harder, make no mistake Luck ain't even lucky, gotta make your own breaks It's my life And it's now or never I ain't gonna live forever I just wanna live while I'm alive It's my life ... My heart is like an open highway Like Frankie said, "I did it my way" I just wanna live while I'm alive 'Cause it's my life You better stand tall When they're calling you out Don't bend, don't break Baby, don't back down It's my life It's now or never 'Cause I ain't gonna live forever I just wanna live while I'm alive It's my life ... My heart is like an open highway Like Frankie said, "I did it my way" I just wanna live while I'm alive It's my life ... And it's now or never I ain't gonna live forever I just wanna live while I'm alive (It's my life) My heart is like an open highway Like Frankie said, "I did it my way" I just wanna live while I'm alive 'Cause it's my life!

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Life is a strange and a wayward thing by Laurence Hope

Life is a strange and a wayward thing by Laurence Hope

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Whether I loved you who shall say?
Whether I drifted down your way
In the endless river of Chance and Change,
And you woke the strange
Unknown longings that have no names,
But burn us all in their hidden flames,
Who shall say?

Life is a strange and a wayward thing:
We heard the bells of the Temples ring,
The married children, in passing, sing.
The month of marriage, the month of spring,
Was full of the breath of sunburnt flowers
That bloom in a fiercer light than ours,
And, under a sky more fiercely blue,
I came to you!

You told me tales of your vivid life
Where death was cruel and danger rife–
Of deep forests, of poisoned trees,
Of pains and passions that scorch and freeze,
Of southern noontides and eastern nights,
Where love grew frantic with strange delights,
While men were slaying and maidens danced,
Till I, who listened, lay still, entranced.
Then, swift as a swallow heading south,
I kissed your mouth!

One night when the plains were bathed in blood
From sunset light in a crimson flood,
We wandered under the young teak trees
Whose branches whined in the light night breeze;
You led me down to the water's brink,
"The spring where the Panthers come to drink
At night; there is always water here
Be the season never so parched and sere."
Have we souls of beasts in the forms of men?
I fain would have tasted your life-blood then.

The night fell swiftly; this sudden land
Can never lend us a twilight strand
'Twixt the daylight shore and the ocean night,
But takes — as it gives — at once, the light.
We laid us down on the steep hillside,
While far below us wild peacocks cried,
And we sometimes heard, in the sunburnt grass,
The stealthy steps of the Jungle pass.
We listened; knew not whether they went
On love or hunger the more intent.
And under your kisses I hardly knew
Whether I loved or hated you.

But your words were flame and your kisses fire,
And who shall resist a strong desire?
Not I, whose life is a broken boat
On a sea of passions, adrift, afloat.
And, whether I came in love or hate,
That I came to you was written by fate
In every hue of the blood-red sky,
In every tone of the peacocks' cry.

While every gust of the Jungle night
Was fanning the flame you had set alight.
For these things have power to stir the blood
And compel us all to their own chance mood.
And to love or not we are no more free
Than a ripple to rise and leave the sea.

We are ever and always slaves of these,
Of the suns that scorch and the winds that freeze,
Of the faint sweet scents of the sultry air,
Of the half heard howl from the far off lair.
These chance things master us ever. Compel
To the heights of Heaven, the depths of Hell.

Whether I love you? You do not ask,
Nor waste yourself on the thankless task
I give your kisses at least return,
What matter whether they freeze or burn.
I feel the strength of your fervent arms,
What matter whether it heals or harms.

You are wise; you take what the Gods have sent.
You ask no question, but rest content
So I am with you to take your kiss,
And perhaps I value you more for this.
For this is Wisdom; to love, to live,
To take what Fate, or the Gods, may give,
To ask no question, to make no prayer,
To kiss the lips and caress the hair,
Speed passion's ebb as you greet its flow,–
To have, — to hold, — and, — in time, — let go!

And this is our Wisdom: we rest together
On the great lone hills in the storm-filled weather,
And watch the skies as they pale and burn,
The golden stars in their orbits turn,
While Love is with us, and Time and Peace,
And life has nothing to give but these.
But, whether you love me, who shall say,
Or whether you, drifting down my way
In the great sad River of Chance and Change,
With your looks so weary and words so strange,
Lit my soul from some hidden flame
To a passionate longing without a name,
Who shall say?

Not I, who am but a broken boat,
Content for a while to drift afloat
In the little noontide of love's delights
Between two Nights.

---- Laurence Hope

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An inspirational poem on Himalayas by Sohanlal Dwivedi

An inspirational poem on Himalayas by Sohanlal Dwivedi

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खड़ा हिमालय बता रहा है
डरो न आंधी पानी में
खड़े रहो तुम अविचल होकर
सब संकट तूफानी में |

डिगो न अपने प्राण से , तो तुम
सब कुछ पासकते हो प्यारे,
तुम भी ऊँचे उठ सकते हो 
छू सकते हो नभ के तारे |

अचल रहा जो अपने पथ पर
लाख मुसीबत आने में,
मिली सफलता जग में उसको
जीने में मर जाने में |

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Height - poem by Atal Bihari Vajpayee

Height - poem by Atal Bihari Vajpayee

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Our land craves not for pygmies

But longs for men of stature

So tall as can touch the skies

And whose excellence soars to starry heights.

Nay, Nay, Never to such a loftiness then

Where no grass grows under the feet

Where no thorns prick the soles

And where buds cannot bloom

Where no spring nor winter does arise

Where but a dreary storm blows and howls

And where only a still desolation reigns.

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Grammar in poem ...

Grammar in poem ...

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A noun is the name of anything - a school garden, kite or king.

Adjectives tell the kind of noun - as great, small, pretty, yellow or brown.

Instead of nouns the pronouns stand - his head, her face, your arm, my hand.

Verbs tell of something being done - to read, count, carry, laugh or run.

How things are done the adverbs tell - as slowly, quickly ill or well.

Conjunctions join the words together - as men and women, wind and weather.

The preposition stands before - a noun as in or through a door.

The interjections show surprise - as oh, how pretty, how wise.

These little words you often use are articles - a, an and the.

The whole are called parts of speech while reading, writing,  speaking, teaching.

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Universal Prayer

Universal Prayer

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O Adorable Lord of Mercy and Love !
Salutations and Prostrations Unto Thee !
Thou Art Omnipresent, Omnipotent and Omniscient !
Thou Art Sat-Chit-Ananda (Existence-Knowledge-Bliss) !
Thou Art the Indweller of All Beings !

Grant us an understanding heart,
Equal vision, balanced mind,
Faith, Devotion and Wisdom !
Grant us Inner Spiritual strength,
To resist temptations and to control the mind !
Free us from egoism, lust, greed, anger, jealousy and hatred !
Fill our hearts with Divine Virtues !

Let us behold Thee in all these names and forms !
Let us serve Thee in all these names and forms !
Let us ever remember Thee !
Let us ever sing Thy glories !
Let Thy Name be ever on our lips !
Let us Abide in Thee forever and ever !

- Swami Sivananda

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My Mother - My First Love

My Mother - My First Love

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Who ran to pick me when I fell?
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well?
My Mother! She loves me well.

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My Comfort Zone

My Comfort Zone

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I used to have a comfort zone
where I knew I couldn't fail,
The same four walls of busy work
were really more like a jail

I longed so much to do the things
I'd never done before,
But I stayed inside my comfort zone
and paced the same old floor

I said it didn't matter
that I wasn't doing much,
I said I didn't care for things
like diamonds or furs and such

I claimed to be so busy
with the things inside my zone,
But deep inside I longed for
something special of my own

I couldn't let my life go by
just watching others win,
I held my breath and stepped outside
to let the change begin

I took a step and with new strength
I'd never felt before,
I kissed my comfort zone good bye
and closed and locked the door

If you are in a comfort zone
afraid to venture out,
Remember that all winners
were at one time filled with doubt

A step or two and words of praise
can make your dreams come true
Greet your future with a smile,
success is there for you!

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