Sharab Ki Botal
शराब की बोतल
कितनी प्यारी है ये शराब की बोतल
डोल जाते है इसे देख के कितने मन
जब कहीं इसको इक बार खोल देते है
फिर वहां से जाने को नही करता मन
ये मेरे गम -ख़ुशी में शरीक होती है
अजीब सा बन गया है इससे अपनापन
जाम के बाद जाम जब में उठाता हूँ
साथ -ही -साथ में घटते है मेरे गम
साथ देती है मेरा यह दर्द मिटने में
जी में आता है रखूं पास इसे हरदम
MILAP SINGH
poem by Milap Singh
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Dard Ik Ehsas ???? ?? ??????
दर्द इक एहसास ही तो है
राहत की आस ही तो है
हम नहीं इससे मुतािसर
हमको यह रास ही तो है
िजगर में होती है हलचल
यह इक प्यास ही तो है
ये है गर्मी का इक सबब
ये भी इक सांस ही तो है
याद आता है खूदा सबको
लम्हा यह खास ही तो है
poem by Milap Singh
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Sanyukat Vishal Bharat
कैसा वो दौर था
कैसी थी हवाएँ
जब अपने प्यारे भारत को
लग रहीं थी बद्दुआएँ
जब घ्रीणा की दुर्गंध
हर ओर से थी आती
जब बन गया था वैरी
अपना धर्म- समप्रदाय और जाित
न जाने कैसी वो शतरंज थी
और कैसा था वो पासा
िजसने हर िकसी के मन में
भर दी थी िनराशा
कैसा वो दौर था
कैसी थी बहारें
जब दाडी-मूछ के भेद पर
बरस रही थी तलवारें
काश! के कोई न करता
उन सरहदों से शरार्त
काश! के अब भी होता
वो अपना संयुक्त िवशाल भारत
poem by Milap Singh
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Tere Nam Ki ???? ??? ??
तेरे नाम की हर शय से
मैंने िरश्ता तोड िलया
याद न आए तू मुझको
तेरे शहर को छोड िदया
संग के िदल में जब जरा भी
उल्लफत न जागी
पत्थर के पहाडो से टकरा के
हवा ने रुख मोड िलया
यह न सोचो ' िमलाप ' तुम्हारी
शामोसहर कहाँ गुजरेगी
शहर के इक सज्जन ने
मयखाना नया खोल िलया
िजंदगी की राह पे चलते
तूने नहीं कोई लापरवाही की
गम ओर इश्क भला िकसने
इस दुिनया में मोल िलया
poem by Milap Singh
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Kus Pal Ke Liye
रास्ता -
िबलकुल सूना था
चंद मुसािफर आए
कुछ पल के िलए
चंचलता की लहरे दौड पडी
िदलकशी छा गई
मुसािफर चले गए
रास्ता-
िफर सूना रहा गया
रात-
िबलकुल सूनी थी
अँधेरी थी
भोर हुई सूरज िनकला
कुछ पल के िलए
हरसूँ रौशनी छा गई
चंचलता छा गई
सूरज चला गया
रात-
िफर सूनी रहा गई
िजंदगी-
िबलकुल सूनी थी
कुछ मेहमान आए
स्वप्न बन कर
कुछ पल के िलए
ऐसा लगा, िजंदगी सँवर गई
स्वप्न टूटा
िजंदगी-
िफर सूनी रहा गई
poem by Milap Singh
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Flickering Lust
The mind creates
withdrawn to its own pleasures
a green thought
behind the banyan tree
behind the flickering lust
-R.K.SINGH
poem by R.K. Singh
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Rising Thrill
A chocolate box
and a pile of condoms
beside the phone:
I smell the rising thrill
the body swirls, the bones breathe
-R.K.SINGH
poem by R.K. Singh
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Khaddar Arms
Man is an animal
with a peculiar smell
says Bertolt Brecht:
he smells a rotten rat
as he waves his khaddar arms
with fake smile
-R.K.SINGH
poem by R.K. Singh
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Kamakhya
Nothing turns me on
in aloneness self-rape
is no eros:
the blue hill hides the seed
in the sex of goddess
I can't awaken
nor can I rise from the ash
to be my real self
I am still lost in meanness
no third eye could locate
-R.K.SINGH
poem by R.K. Singh
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घर को जलाने के बजाय किसी घर को बचाकर देखो।
कितना सकून मिलता है, यह भी आजमाकर देखो।
दर्द का एहसास तभी होगा जब जख्मी होगे,
मेरी मत मानो, चोट कलेजे पे खाकर देखो।।
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poem by Sushil Kumar
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Dictator Is Better Than A Polite Coward
dictator, you are right, and remained never wrong
a coward speaks of peace and silence
silence is golden to an extent, but
when it is a matter of self respect and honour
peace is no need, but dictatorship
nehru sold country for china, kashmir for peace, but patel
brought the nizams to jail
ahinsa does not mean cowardness, bur dare to face hinsa and atrocity,
peace makes peace but needs dareface dictatorship, otherwise it is better to tolerate it than peace
which makes a man useless and slave by body and
soul.dr.dinesh p singh jadaun
poem by Dr.dinesh P Singh Jadaun
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A Ballad of John Nicholson
It fell in the year of Mutiny,
At darkest of the night,
John Nicholson by Jalándhar came,
On his way to Delhi fight.
And as he by Jalándhar came,
He thought what he must do,
And he sent to the Rajah fair greeting,
To try if he were true.
"God grant your Highness length of days,
And friends when need shall be;
And I pray you send your Captains hither,
That they may speak with me."
On the morrow through Jalándhar town
The Captains rode in state;
They came to the house of John Nicholson,
And stood before the gate.
The chief of them was Mehtab Singh,
He was both proud and sly;
His turban gleamed with rubies red,
He held his chin full high.
He marked his fellows how they put
Their shoes from off their feet;
"Now wherefore make ye such ado
These fallen lords to greet?
"They have ruled us for a hundred years,
In truth I know not how,
But though they be fain of mastery
They dare not claim it now."
Right haughtily before them all
The durbar hall he trod,
With rubies red his turban gleamed,
His feet with pride were shod.
They had not been an hour together,
A scanty hour or so,
When Mehtab Singh rose in his place
And turned about to go.
Then swiftly came John Nicholson
Between the door and him,
With anger smouldering in his eyes,
That made the rubies dim.
"You are over-hasty, Mehtab Singh," --
Oh, but his voice was low!
He held his wrath with a curb of iron
That furrowed cheek and brow.
"You are over-hasty, Mehtab Singh,
When that the rest are gone,
I have a word that may not wait
To speak with you alone."
The Captains passed in silence forth
And stood the door behind;
To go before the game was played
Be sure they had no mind.
But there within John Nicholson
Turned him on Mehtab Singh,
"So long as the soul is in my body
You shall not do this thing.
"Have ye served us for a hundred years
And yet ye know not why?
We brook no doubt of our mastery,
We rule until we die.
"Were I the one last Englishman
Drawing the breath of life,
And you the master-rebel of all
That stir this land to strife --
"Were I," he said, "but a Corporal,
And you a Rajput King,
So long as the soul was in my body
You should not do this thing.
"Take off, take off, those shoes of pride,
Carry them whence they came;
Your Captains saw your insolence,
And they shall see your shame."
When Mehtab Singh came to the door
His shoes they burned his hand,
For there in long and silent lines
He saw the Captains stand.
When Mehtab Singh rode from the gate
His chin was on his breast:
The captains said, "When the strong command
Obedience is best."
poem by Sir Henry Newbolt
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Maybe I should write 'Tiger Who?' on my cap.
quote by Vijay Singh
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We'll take the cake with the red cherry on top.
quote by Navjot Singh Sidhu
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Life is never free of contradictions.
quote by Manmohan Singh
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Snow is falling down
there is depression outside
everything is dead.
I hope she misses the cut. She doesn't belong here.
quote by Vijay Singh
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Wickets are like wives. You never know what to expect from them.
quote by Navjot Singh Sidhu
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Anybody can pilot a ship when the sea is calm.
quote by Navjot Singh Sidhu
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The cat with gloves catches no mice.
quote by Navjot Singh Sidhu
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After marriage, the other man's wife looks more beautiful.
quote by Navjot Singh Sidhu
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