02 December 2013

"तेरी बर्बादी लिख दूँगा"


जो दिये हैँ दर्द तूने मुझको,
उन्हेँ हरदम याद रखूँगा मैँ,
जो मिले हैँ जख्म मुझको तुझसे,
उन्हेँ हमेशा हरा रखूँगा मैँ,
,
जो चिँगारी मेरी वफाओँ मेँ है,
उसे भङका ज्वाला मैँ कर दूँगा,
सजा अर्थी तेरी उस ज्वाला मेँ,
मैँ तेरी बर्बादी लिख दूँगा,
,
हर तन्हा पल का मैँ बदला लूँगा,
जितना तङपा हूँ तुझको तङपा दूँगा,
अब तक देखा था तूने बस प्यार मेरा,
अब अपनी नफरत भी तुझको दिखला दूँगा,
,
जो बिखरे हैँ मोती मेरी नजरोँ से,
उन्हेँ सागर मेँ तब्दील करुँगा मैँ,
जो दिये हैँ दर्द तूने मुझको,
उन्हेँ हरदम याद रखूँगा मैँ,
,
जो चल रहा है तूफां मेरी धङकन मेँ,
तेरे जीवन मेँ कहर मैँ उससे कर दूँगा,
जो चिँगारी मेरी वफाओँ मेँ है,
उससे मैँ तेरी बर्बादी लिख दूँगा,


                       -  योगेश_गुप्ता‬

It's Magic

 
It's magic each time we hold each other, 
each time we cuddle, and each time we kiss. 
 
 
 
I feel goosebumps all over again. 
I never want to let you go for fear of losing you, 
so I just hold on a little bit tighter each day, 
refusing to let go. 
 
 
 
You will never know the warmth 
I feel inside me when I'm with you. 
You're all I ever wanted.
 
 

Story: The Millionaire and the 3 Person

There was a good-natured millionaire in the town. Three beggars thought of approaching him for help.

The first man went to the millionaire and said: "O Boss! I want five rupees. Please give me." The millionaire was taken aback at this man's impudence. "What! You demand five rupees from me as though I owe you the money! How dare you? How can I afford to give five rupees to a single beggar? Here, take these two rupees and get away," he said. The man went away with the two rupees.

The next beggar went to the millionaire and said: "Oh Boss! I have not taken a square meal for the past ten days. Please help me."

"How much do you want?" asked the millionaire.

"Whatever you give me," replied the beggar.

"Here, take this ten rupee note. You can have nice food for at least three days." The beggar walked away with the ten rupee note.

The third beggar came. "Oh Boss, I have heard about your noble qualities. Therefore, I have come to see you. Men of such charitable disposition are verily the manifestations of God on earth," he said.

"Please sit down," said the millionaire. "You appear to be tired. Please take this food," he said, and offered food to the beggar.

"Now please tell me what I can do for you."

"Oh Boss," replied the beggar; "I merely came to meet such a noble personage that you are. You have given me this rich food already. What more need I get from you? You have already shown extraordinary kindness towards me. May God bless you!"

But the millionaire, struck by the beggar's spirit, begged of the beggar to remain with him, built a decent house for him in his own compound, and looked after him for the rest of his life.

Just like this story three classes of people approach God, with three different desires and prayers. There is the greedy man full of vanity, full of arrogance, full of desires. He demands the objects of worldly enjoyment from God. Since this man, whatever be his vile desires, has had the good sense to approach God, He grants him some part of the desired objects (even these very soon pass away, just as the two rupees the first beggar got are spent before nightfall).

 The other type of devotee prays to the Lord for relief from the sufferings of the world, but is better than the first one, in as much as he is ready to abide by His Will. To him the Lord grants full relief from suffering, and bestows on him much wealth and property.

The third type he merely prays to the Lord: "O Lord, Thou art Existence-Absolute, Knowledge-Absolute, Bliss-Absolute, etc., etc." What does he want? Nothing. But the Lord is highly pleased with his spirit of renunciation, of desirelessness and of self-surrender. Therefore, He makes him eat His own food, I.e., He grants this man Supreme Devotion to Himself. Over and above this, He makes the devotee to live in His own House For ever afterwards this devotee dwells in the Lord's Abode as a Liberated Sag

A Special World








A Special World For You And Me
A Special Bond One Cannot See


It Wraps Us Up In Its Cocoon
And Holds Us Fiercely In Its Womb.

Its Fingers Spread Like Fine Spun Gold
Gently Nestling Us To The Fold








Like Silken Thread It Holds Us Fast
Bonds Like This Are Meant To Last.



And Though At Times A Thread May Break
A New One Forms In Its Wake


To Bind Us Closer And Keep Us Strong In A 
Special World,Where We Belong.