मन के लिए कविता हैं

नमस्ते 

• मन के लिए कविता हैं
  

  वो पूछते हैं
  कविताओ मे क्या हैं
  पैसा हैं ईनाम हैं
  या नाम हैं बहुत
  रोटी मिलेगी घर चलेगा
  चूल्हा जलेगा
  भूख मिटाएगी कविता
  या प्यास बुझाएगी कविता
  प्रियशी के लिए तोहफे मे
  क्या लाएगी कविता

  मै मानता हूँ
  ये रोटी और दाल नहीं देगी
  तन पे कपड़ा
  पसीना पोछने को रुमाल नहीं देगी

  वैसे तो मै भी कमा लेता हूँ
  चार पैसे
  दौड़ता हूँ खटता हूँ
  धूल खाता हूँ
  बरसात भीगता हूँ
  दुनिया समझती हैं मशीन मुझे
  सुबह मशीन बन
  पेट की खातिर
  ईंधन जुटाता हूँ
  रात कविता करता हूँ
  इंसान हो जाता हूँ
  जैसे तन के लिए रोटी सुविधा हैं
  मन के लिए कविता हैं
• 2:42pm
• Shashiprakash Saini
  

  

हाल ही में मैंने अपनी किताब का e-book version प्रकाशित किया है  , जो की निशुल्क डाउनलोड के लिए उपलब्ध है 
किताब को अधिक अधिक लोगो तक पहुचाने का प्रयास कर रहा हू , इस में आप का भी सहयोग चाहता हू , अगर हो सके तो आप अपने फेसबुक पेज या मित्रों में शेयर करे 
मै आपका आभारी रहूँगा
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PS : This is a guest post from shashiprakash saini for the promotion of his free ebook of hindi poetry enjoy !!

ZINDAGI : "KHATA KHAYAL KI"

Teen screens mein simat gayi hai zindagi,

Laptop/Desktop,Mobile aur television mein lipat gayi hai zindagi

wada roj karte hain hum samay ko khud ke dayre mein rakhney ka,
kuchh pal apno ko apnaney ka aur kuchh pal zindagi ko chakhney Ka...

reh jaatey hain bas ek ankahi ansuni uljhan ki dariya mein,

aur log samajh lete hain ki badal gaya hun main khud ki nazariya mein....

muskura detey hain hum dusron ke hoton ki muskaan dekhkar,
bhool jatey hain bebasi ko shayad palkon ki thakaan dekhkar....

nikal jaatey hain har roj bas soch ki ek gehrayi saath liye,
laut bhi aate hain ghar ko,bas din bhar ki kamayi haath liye....

zindagi ka maksad ab har roj kahin door baithkar niharta hai humein,
kabhi hansata,kabhi rulata aur kabhi sawaarta hai humein.....

umeedon ke aaghosh mein ek-ek din roj jee lete hain hum,
zindagi ki isi sachai ko araam se roj pi lete hain hum....

movie,serials aur drama ko khud se relate karte hain aajkal,
saas-bahu,maa-baap,beta -beti har pal debate karte hain aajkal....

rishton ki dore paise ki takat se toot rahi hai,
isi vajah se khilkhilati zindagi bhi humse rooth rahi hai....

Pareshaniyon ka solution bhi ab google par search karte hain,
bas FB,Tweeter,Linkedin par popular honey ka research kartey hain....

Apno ki zarooraton ko mail/Msg par read karte hain,
Revert,reply,delete karke khusiyon ka database feed kartey hai....

zindagi ki sachai se offline hokar,online ho jate hain,
Hi,Hello,Wassup mein he baseline ho jate hain..........

kaisa nazariya,kaisa daur,kaisa afsana hai ye,
isi soch mein aksar nipat gayi hai zindagi.....
teen screens mein simat gayi hai zindagi,
Laptop/Desktop,Mobile aur television mein lipat gayi hai zindagi. s.s. 

--
PS :IT's somehow,somewhere,somewhat   close to everyone's life now a days, This has been written by my very good friend saurabh who i call chinaman from our cricketing days , he is now our new guest blogger at DVD

सौरभ

एक गहन चिंतन ,मन की अभिलाषा को व्यक्त करने वाला और अत्यंत दूरदर्शी व्यक्ति जो यथार्थ को यथार्थ की परिभाषा देना चाहता है और जो ज़िन्दगी की हर एक तरंग को 

महसूस करके उसे एक शाब्दिक पहचान देना चाहता है . जो ज़िन्दगी काटने की बजाए ज़िन्दगी जीना पसंद करता है. व्यवसाय से एक सॉफ्टवेर  इंजिनियर पर सिल से एक आम इंसान की प्रतिमूर्ति .

मंदबुद्धि इंजिनियर

खिलौने तोड़ता था
उन्हेँ जोड़ता था
यहीं थी उसकी जिंदगी
इन्हीं में कपार फोडता था
दराज टुकडों से पटी
ना जाने कितनी दुर्घटनाएं घटी
लड़का होशियार था
बस creativity का शिकार था


इंजिनियर बनने की चाह
पकड़ीं सही राह
भौतिकी में की जादूगरी
रसायन में बाजीगरी
विविध शास्त्रों से खेलने लगा
दिन ब दिन नये तार छेड़ने लगा
प्रयोग कुछ होगए सफल
कुछ रह गए अफसल
कहता समंदर की लहरों पे सपने तैराऊंगा
उन्ही से बिजली बनाऊंगा


जब उसे आया
स्विंग टाइप जेनरेटर बनाने का आईडिया
प्रोफेसर से बात की
उसने उसे H.O.D के पास दिया
H.O.D ने समझाया
व्यर्थं में ना समय गवाओं
किताबे रटो और मार्क्स लाओ
कॉलेज को नहीं चाहिए था कोई innovator
उनकी मांग थी ज़्यादा मार्क्स वाला
मंदबुद्धि इंजिनियर


साथियों ने छेडा
ये बनेगा मोहन भार्गव स्वदेस का
पानी से बिजली बनाएगा
भाग्य रोशन करेगा प्रदेश का
अभी जख्म नहीं हुए थे heal
तभी Semester ने ठोक दी आखिरी कील


ख्वाब उम्मीद और ज़ज्बा
सब year drop में बह गया
Innovation ढह गया
बस मंदबुद्धि इंजिनियर रह गया
फिर सिर्फ किताबे रटी
ज़िंदगी बस इम्तिहान तक सिमटीं


उसने भी ले ली
मंदबुद्धि इंजिनियर की डिग्री
जिन हाथों में ताकत थी
डोर खीचने की
अब वो रह गयी बस कठपुतली
मैंने भी आखिरकार ले ली
मंदबुद्धि इंजिनियर की डिग्री

Another wonderful guest post from shashi Prakash.

Desire v/s Destiny

THE MYTH AND THE MYTHOLOGY – Desire v/s Destiny.

 

Destiny Ignites Desires or the vice versa.Another never ending discussion, what is more powerful, Desires or Destiny , who wins,often takes me to the stories of two women in mythology- Gauthami and Savitri. Not many know about Gauthami but I am sure each one of you must have heard the story of Savitri and Satyavan.So before we begin the discussion about destiny and desire let me take you to the era of Mahabharata.

 

Gauthami, a sage, a true believer in destiny, lived at the time of the epic war. Once her son went to the jungle and there he was bitten by a snake. When she heard the news she ran for him but it was too late. She was mourning over the body of her son, when a hunter, Arjunaka, brought the snake tied in a rope. “Oh, great lady, here is the demon who killed your son. You must kill him and take the revenge of you son’s death.”

“Oh great hunter, I am very obliged at your concern over my son’s death, but it was his destiny. I must not take any revenge. Let him go free. Killing him, taking his life, will not bring back my child.”That’s what she had to say.And suddenly the snake joined the conversation “I only perform the task I am assigned to by Mrityu. I am merely an instrument in his hands.”As the hunter and the snake argued about who is to blame for the child’s death, Mrityu joined the discussion,“neither the snake nor I am to be blamed for the boy’s death but fate, or what we call kala- ‘the time’. Whatever exists ; exists through kala. So, it is to be blamed.”As the argument continued kala joined in, “Oh hunter, neither of us are to be blamed. Action drives us to it. As the potter shapes out of a lump of clay everything he desires, so a man attains his destiny by the karma he does. A man’s work is his destiny.”And the discussion was settled. Even Arjunaka agreed that a destiny is shaped by a man’s deed.

And now let me tell you a story of desire, the legend of savitri. A lady who married a peasant, satyavan, knowing he has just one more year to live. She loved him nurtured him, and worshipped him. She followed him everywhere. So, when yama came to take satyavan’s life, she argued to yama. When he did not budge she followed him persistently. Irritated, Yama asked her what she wants, and she said she desires her husband, so she came to request him to bring her husband back to life. “Impossible”, said yama. But she persisted; they talked about wisdom and dharma. Finally when yama was impressed he promised to grant her three wishes, except for the life of Satyavan.

“I want eyesight and the restoration of kingdom for my father-in-law”

“Tathaastu”, said Yamaraj

“I want a hundred sons for my parents”

“Tathaastu”

“I want to be the mother of a hundred sons of Satyavan”

“Tathaastu”

And yamaraj started for her destination, but Savitri still followed him.

“What is it now Savitri?” asked yama, irritated.

“Oh lord, my third wish will remain unfulfilled if you don’t grant life to my husband. How can I mother a hundred child of Satyavan if he is dead”.To this Yama smiled at the intelligence of the woman and granted her Satyavan’s life.She did prove that desire could be stronger than destiny with a will power of that kind. Isn’t it?

Author’s Note; In the war between desires and destiny, one would win and the other would lose, but none could take away what I’d learnt in the process. Desires and Destiny are just the results of your Karma, your deeds, your actions or whatever you like to call it. As the English proverb goes As you sow , so shall you reap.

PS : This is a guest post on DVD ,as I have recently made the new page about DVD accepting the Guest Posts.This post is written by Tanaya Nath who blogs here.About her I can only say that she is an artist ,I have recently started reading her work and It has been just awesome.This post was about the theme of the blog but she has taken the theme of desire v/s destiny to an entirely new level.I am so impressed by this that now I have become of a fan of tanaya.Thanks a lot tanaya for the wonderful take on the theme.

The Nest

Sunday mornings are always blissful...instead of running around like crazy she can enjoy her cup of steaming coffee at her terrace before she starts her day...Everything looked fresh and green, dipped in the rain showers from last night. A gush of cold wind blew her hair...and her eyes moved up to the branches of huge ken the kadamba tree that stood at the corner just in time to see a set of sparrows trying to rebuild their nest...The one with bright dark lines, the male stood arranging as the female in the faded colour flew in with some tweaks in her beak...then the male flew out....And how aptly it suits to the household of all the species, both male and female have their respective roles to play...but one has always to be the stronger to pull it off all the way.

Hers was an arranged marriage. Chandrashekhar was every inch his namesake, the most handsome epic god ever in indian myth, Lord shiva. She felt lucky. He was soft spoken, and gentle. While their marriage took place he had been working in some MNC and was earning good. He allowed her to work if she wants and gave her all the freedom to run the household. But it was no sooner than the few months that the facade came to an end. He left his job, “I am not meant for things like this, I can’t do it” he will always say for a reason but never told anyone what he is meant for. She didn't lose her heart, like a good companion she always inspired him, trying to reason him. And he would understand. He would join some job, but after few months he would find a reason to quit again. Their resource began to dwindle...she had no idea what to do. He was getting more agitated and annoyed. He would fight over nothing. She don’t even remember when was the last time she heard him talking softly like the man she married. She was losing all her hopes. She talked to her mother about it. All she would say is to hold on but never told her how. She was slipping into depression. Her work was suffering. She tried to overload herself with work in hopes of earning a little extra and to avoid any conversation with her husband...but her article writing didn't pay her much. She wanted to walk out of her marriage but all her social obligations made her equally unsure. It was one of the sundays when she found solution to all her problems. They had an argument, or to be correct he yelled at her over nothing and stormed out of house. She was upset and didn't want to cry. So she decided to clean up the store that had been locked for ages. She found cartons full of handwritten papers...and handwriting over it told her it was her husband’s. she went through some and found it were some poetry and stories written by him. She also found a manuscript of a novel she guessed he had been working on. She took them all with her and started reading. It was then that she found what her husband is best suited for. They were magnificent...so breathtakingly engaging. She had been unable to stop herself and it was then that the thunder struck. She knew few publishers from her work. She decided she is going to have to find a way..one last attempt...and this time she was sure it will work. She took his work to the publishers...and in no time she had several of them interested in his work. One evening she talked to him about this...briefed her from her finding his writings and getting in touch with publishers. He was obviously surprised.

“You don’t mind me being a writer?”

“Of course not, in fact I am proud that you write so well...not many can. and i am so sure you are going to be a big name one day, my celebrity husband” she sincerely said with a smile.

He hugged her without inhibitions for the first time since their marriage,” I am going to love you for this. you are the best wife ever.” Said he with a childlike enthusiasm, that made all her doubts vanish into thin air if she had any.And now she is a wife to a renowned writer. He was sincere in both the things- his work and his love for her. He would always mention her in all his writings and speeches giving her all the credits to whatever he is today. Her marriage was now a happy marriage in true sense.

They are planning to have kids now.She felt him standing at her back and he put his arms around her nuzzling her neck like a lover he had become to her. She flushed, put her empty mug on railing and turned to hug him just in turn to see the two sparrows necking after they rebuild their nest. She felt happy that she had too been able to save her nest.

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PS : This is a guest post on DVD ,as I have recently made the new page about DVD accepting the Guest Posts.This post is written by Tanaya Nath who blogs here.About her I can only say that she is an artist ,I have recently started reading her work and It has been just awesome.

गर हमारा दिल होता

गर हमारा दिल होता

हम सुनते तेरी बाते भी

हँसते रोते संग तेरे

कुछ काम तेरे आते भी

मेरी कहानी में खुशियाँ ना

है दुख की दिवार खड़ी

गर हमारा दिल होता

हम सुनते तेरी बाते भी

कब से जाने पत्थर है

कोई धडकन इसमें ना आई

प्रेम किरण है पड़ती ना

बस मिलती है जी परछाई

गर हमारा दिल होता

हम सुनते तेरी बाते भी

है कुछ भी आपात नहीं

ये बेमौसम बरसात नहीं

बरसों तक पड़ती चोट रही

दिल रखा जी हम ने पाक साफ़

नियत में उसकी खोट रही

गर हमारा दिल होता

हम सुनते तेरी बाते भी

फूलो की खुश्बू ना भाए

न अच्छी अब बरसात लगे

कोयलिया की कुक नहीं

काँटों से हालात लगे

गर हमारा दिल होता

हम सुनते तेरी बाते भी

मान की तू भी कोयल है

वानी की तू भी कोमल है

है नयन नक्श और सूरत भी

तू दिल को धड़का जाए

कइयों की ज़रूरत भी

गर हमारा दिल होता

हम सुनते तेरी बाते भी

पर मै पत्थर

दिल है पत्थर

कोई अब ना बात बने

मुझमें ना ज़ज्बात बचे

यू समय व्यर्थ गवाओं ना

मुझकों इतना चाहो ना

: शशिप्रकाश सैनी

PS : This is a guest post on DVD ,as I have recently made the new page about DVD accepting the Guest Posts.This post is written by  Shashiprakash Saini who blogs here.About him I can only say that he is an artist who writes hindi poetry from his heart.I love reading his Poetry.His Blog is full of hindi poetry , you will love reading it.

स्वप्न सुंदरी

• स्वप्न सुंदरी 
  नयनों में सपने हो कर वो अक्सर आती है
  

  धुंधली है तस्वीर मगर मन को भाती है
  मन पे हो अधिकार कभी तो तेरा ही होने पाए
  मन की तू मनमीत हुई तू स्वप्नलोक की साथी है
  
  महज लकीरों से सजी न नयन नख्श न चेहरा है
  दुनिया की हकीकत ने दिये जख्म हर जख्म गहरा है
  कल्पना लेने लगी आकार सपनो से हुआ प्यार
  मन पे करती है राज दिल पे उसी का पहरा है
  
  सपनो की दुनिया छोड़
  हकीकत होने को आमादा हो गई
  वो लकीरों से ज्यादा हो गई
  हवाएं कह रही
  है यही कहीं
  ऊपर वाले ने देर से सुनी
  पर सुनी है
  मौसम ने मिजाज़ बदला
  हम समझने लगे
  बेरंग तस्वीर में रंग उभरने लगे
  चेहरे के दाव पेच से परे रहे
  बस मन से घिरे रहे
  
  अक्ल कशमकश में
  भीड़ में चेहरे तमाम
  दिल कह रहा
  आँखों को दे आराम
  ये मन का काम
  
  ये यकीन न हुआ जिंदगी हमे भी चाहेगी
  स्वप्न सुन्दरी हमारी हकीकत हो जाएगी
  
  : शशिप्रकाश सैनी
  

PS : This is a guest post on DVD ,as I have recently made the new page about DVD accepting the Guest Posts.This post is written by Shashiprakash Saini who blogs here.About him I can only say that he is an artist who writes hindi poetry from his heart.I love reading his Poetry.His Blog is full of hindi poetry , you will love reading it.

She

The house is full of cries

She is born

Beautiful, soft, like a dream

Her little fingers curled

Her pink face peaceful

As she feels secured

Bundled up in her mother’s arms

Unaware of the attempts

That was made to kill her

Even before she felt alive

And now she is born.

She is like water

Colourless, adaptable

She is living

As others want her to

She has dreams she treasures

But she keeps them hidden

Secured under the chains of her strength

She is growing

And so are her restrictions

And her responsibilities

At the age of 14

She is half a woman already

She knows her house, her people

As good as her own self

But her, she is surrounded

In the pitch black darkness

Of anonymous identity

And she keeps growing

she lives so many identities

but her own

A woman is born

She is blessed

With a white face

And darkness...

PS : This is the first ever guest post on DVD ,as I have recently made the new page about DVD accepting the Guest Posts.This post is written by Tanaya Nath who blogs here.About her I can only say that she is an artist when it comes to Poetry.I have recently started reading her work and It has been just awesome.She was just given a Picture to write upon and she did a marvelous work I must say.