अमृत हैं बारिश की बूँदें,
मज़ा लो इनका आँखें मूँदे!
वर्षा की शीतल फुहार,
जैसे माँ का दुलार!
रिमझिम बरसता सावन
लगे कितना मनभावन!
तपती धरती को करता तृप्त,
जैसे उसके प्रेम में हो वह लिप्त!
मौज में मेढक टर्राते,
सब हैं झूमते और हैं गाते !
जल से यूँ भर जाते नदियाँ झरने,
जैसे जी जाए कोई जो चला हो मरने!
जी उठती वनस्पति, लहलहाते खेत,
सब मिल कर आनंद हैं लेत!
सावन का रोमांच है अपना,
जैसे सुंदर मीठा सपना!
अरुण भगत
What is Poetry?
Poetry is a sacred prayer,
It is not a string of words mere!
It is the harbinger of a lost rapture,
The essence of life does for us it capture!
It is a form of meditation,
It draws us out of every agitation!
It takes us out of the gloomy prison of our days,
It shows us of liberating freedom the ways!
Our consciousness does it certainly raise,
It shows us a way out of life’s troubling maze!
The mundane it helps us transcend,
Into the sordid chaos of life it does not let us descend!
Our festering wounds it heals,
To the sordidness of life a decisive blow it deals!
It transforms a curse into a blessing,
Such is its power and such its exquisite dressing!
It pulls us out of the vortex of hate,
With the higher sensibilities of life it helps us keep a date!
Let a thousand poems bloom
To pull us back from the edge of doom!
Arun Bhagat
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If you can look yourself squarely
in the eye,
In peace you will live and in peace die!
If on your conscience you have no weight,
As a good person you can yourself rate!
If of your actions you are proud,
Rest assured you will stand out in a crowd!
Dignity is the biggest blessing to seek,
But it is not for the spineless and the weak!
If you are truthful and can hold your head high,
If you life is not a walking lie,
If people and their feelings you have not trampled upon,
If not down the road of perdition you have gone,
If through the storms of life you have kept your dignity intact,
You are the blessed one and deserve true respect!
If you have allowed no one your self-respect to trample upon,
Believe me, a dignified mantle you don!
If on the side of dignity you yourself find,
Consider yourself as the chosen one to whom God is kind!
Dignity is more precious than all your material wealth,
Than it there can be no truer barometer of your inner health!
Arun Bhagat
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यह कौन है जो मौन खड़ी,
मुसीबतों से घिरी, मुश्किल में पड़ी!
यह कौन है जो शून्य में तकती,
ऐसा लगे जैसे कुछ कर नहीं सकती!
यह कौन है जिसे कोई कुछ न जाने,
और जिसका अस्तित्व कोई नहीं है माने!
यह कौन है जिसकी सिसकियाँ अंदर ही घुटतीं,
और जिसकी ख्वाहिशें रोज़ हैं लुटतीं,
यह कौन है जो अपनों के लिए मर मिटती,
फिर भी की जाती प्रताड़ित और है पिटती?
यह है हमारे जीवन की धुरी,
जीवन को दे गति जिस ओर भी है मुड़ी!
न देती केवल जीवन दान,हमारे जीवन को सम्मान,
अपितु करती भरन पोषण और प्रदान करती हमें संस्कार,
यह है परिवार का आधार, समाज की सूत्रधार,
मझदार में फँसी नाव को लगाती यह पार!
इसे भी चाहिए न केवल जीवनदान,
पर अपनी जगह, अपनी पहचान,
इसे भी चाहिए अपनी स्वतंत्रता,
क्यों यह माने किसी की परतंत्रता?
क्यों यह कुचले अपने अरमान,
क्यों यह माने अनुचित फ़रमान?,
क्यों न छुए ऊँचाइयों को
इंतज़ार करती उसका जो?
न्याय और मानवता की है यही माँग,
और देश दुनिया का भी इसी में कल्याण!
वही ले जाएगी हमें विश्व प्रेम और शांति की ओर
जिसका आज न कोई ठिकाना, न कोई ठौर !
वही करेगी विश्व कल्याण के सपने को साकार,
वही देगी एक सुंदर , सार्थक और सबल समाज को आकार !
अरुण भगत
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प्यार से इक दूजे को मिलो,
और फूलों की तरह खिलो,
इक दूजे का एहतराम करो,
यूँ न बेवजह घुट घुट के मरो,
यूँ न बेशक़ीमत ज़िंदगी को करो ज़ाया,
न पड़ने दो इस पे इस पे अपनी खुदगर्जियों का साया,
अपनी वीरानियों से खुद को आज़ाद करो,
यूँ न बेमक़सद मौत से पहले मरो!
ज़िंदगी न मिलेगी दुबारा,
फिर क्यों नहीं है तुम्हें ये गवारा?
बड़ी मशक़्क़त के बाद पाया है जिसे,
जियो खुल कर प्यार और एतबार से इसे,
कौन जाने फिर किसी से कोई मिले या न मिले ?
फिर किस बात के शिकवे और गिले ?
अरुण भगत
We brood on what from our lives is missing,
And for it just go on God dissing!
When we go on committing follies at this rate,
We do nothing but seal our own fate!
The one thing missing from our life makes us so sore
That to happiness and peace we show the door!
Our flawed nature is such
That the abundance we have does not mean much,
To the missing tile syndrome we fall a prey,
Because of one missing tile the whole bright wall to us looks insipid and grey!
Thus, abundance into inadequacy we turn,
And disquiet and restlessness for ourselves earn!
This way our follies we compound,
And without any reason the theory of dissatisfaction propound!
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Who is right?
The one who on truth has set his sight!
Who is wise?
The one who can to the occasion rise!
Who is brave?
The one who for truth can unwaveringly walk to his grave!
Who is refined?
The one who with sensitivity can the way to another’s heart find!
Who is alive?
The one who on the immense beauty of life does thrive!
Who is gracious?
The one who under all circumstances is sagacious!
Who is persistent?
The one whose forward movement on the road of life is consistent!
Who is reliable?
The one who will never for betrayal be liable!
Who is to be applauded?
The one who for the just and the right has always plodded!
Who is to be emulated?
The one who has always you to do good has stimulated!
Who is a seeker?
The one who has never let his quest to find truth grow weaker!
Who is a writer?
The one who jousts with thoughts and words and is in her own right a fighter!
Who is a reader?
The one who to the writer of enthusiasm is the feeder!
Who is fit to wear a crown?
The one who does not upon human foibles frown!
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Though death comes to all, only some will life taste,
The rest will just bungle through and this opportunity waste!
Only a few will add life to years,
The rest will give in to misgivings and fears!
Only some will experience bliss divine,
The rest will just give way to sloth and be supine!
Only some will reach the stars,
The rest will be lost to petty bickerings and wars!
Only some will taste of life the nectar
The others will just be in the scheme of things a negligible factor!
Only some will set a blazing trail
While others around them will flounder and fail!
Only some will spread their fragrance and flourish,
Only some will their souls nurture and nourish
While others in mundane things be lost
And phantoms of no meaning host!
Only some will live a life of grace and poise
While others will be drowned in this world’s din and noise!
Only some will live life to the hilt
While others will fall by the wayside and wilt!
North or south, east or west,
This is our destiny manifest!
Arun Bhagat
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अल्लाह जाने, मौला जाने,
सब कुछ है वो जाने!
सब को अपनी दात वो देता,
किसी से कुछ वो न लेता,
कोई माने या न माने!
सब पर अपनी रहमत बरसाता,
सब को अपनी ज़ुबाँ में समझाता,
कोई जाने या न जाने!
पूरी कायनात में वो बसता,
ज़र्रे ज़र्रे में वो जँचता,
कोई माने या न माने!
सब ओर उसका नूर है फैला,
कभी न होता है वो मैला,
कोई जाने या न जाने !
बंजर को वो कर दे हरा,
मिटा देता वो हर ज़रा,
कोई माने या न माने!
अगर दिल को कर लें साफ़,
हम सब को वो करता माफ़,
कोई जाने या न जाने!
मुझ में रहता, तुझ में रहता,
ज़मीर के ज़रिए सब कुछ कहता,
कोई माने या न माने!
अरुण भगत
God does not you for your sins hate
As He is your ultimate mate!
But your sins do on your conscience weigh,
And can darken a perfectly bright day!
They are the albatross round your neck,
And can very well the peace of your mind wreck!
They can be the leaden weight on your soul
Which of your life couldn’t possibly have been the goal!
Your sins can corrode your entire being,
They can impair and distort your way of seeing!
The All-Merciful God does not punish you for any sin,
But you are undone by your own moral din!
Your ill deeds will not let you in peace rest,
They will make you in your own mortal house an unwelcome guest!
While this drama of relentless action and reaction plays out,
God will just watch from a distance no doubt
And like a doting father indulge your every folly
Because He is a good fellow jolly!
Arun Bhagat
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