IN SEARCH OF TRUE GOD By M.A. Rathore

IN SEARCH OF TRUE GOD

( Dedicated to Dr. Jernail S Aanand on his Birthday)

By M. A. Rathore

Those who run after life do feel

Thirsty and tired;

Know of their progression

Back to the grave;

What makes them proceed so long?

Who gives courage to them

To obtain a little bit more?

Alas! Man goes on running

After this and that;

And those who have achieved spiritual heights

Have certainly an idea of redemption;

Far away from the worldly vices

They have created their own abode;

And those who pine for what is not

Still burn in the lusty fires.

While they are in the run for gratifying their greed;

Still they are in search of some yogi

Who can show and guide them for the right path;

Who can manage their divine food

On which they can survive for a long time

And without any tension or distress in them.

His mantras will lead them

In search of the absolute God;

When they glide one by one on the chanting beads

Up to the seven chakras of inner body;

They are filled with the thought that

What they are doing is actually done by Him.

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Part 3: Whispers of Love By M.A. Rathore

 Haiku

Part 3: Whispers of Love

                                  By M.A. Rathore

(1)

eyes still being shown-

keep blooming happiest days

as dreamy budding

(2)

her enchanting eyes

requiring no lamp lights-

nights filled with honey

(3)

her unconcealed smile-

and I still am lost inside

this labyrinth

(4)

at play with the winds

the sun peeping through the clouds

a sail in its dance

(5)

oceanic change-

leaving no leaf unturned

my life's spring begins

(6)

a bath blissful soak-

I can recognize all trees

in ecstatic soul

(7)

rolling out her tears-

she washes deepened pearls smooth

glittering dew drops

(8)

decorating smile

made me an innocent prey-

still in her fondness

(9)

our deadly evenings

regarded with loneliness-

life after break up

(10)

two blue-moving eyes

floating in arctic water-

titanic journey

(11)

love smells sweet

beloved lets hair untie

the hidden lover

(12)

learn haiku writing-

peel more layers of true love

from lustful passion

(13)

yearning for sweet look

he will wait unwinkingly-

fleshy cheeks aglow

(14)

smiling through my pains

never accepting defeat-

I am a woman

(15)

unveiling the night

dawn scatters glittering glow-

her shyness dissolves

(16)

within these four walls

surviving on love poetry-

my favorite dish

(17)

counting syllables

lightening (up) my heavy heart

birth of a haiku

(18)

burying myself deep

in the reading of the bible-

break in the clouds

(19)

deciding the peace

the curfew bell rings for war-

ego clash between

(20)

the cloudy mountains

hide the lofty rising sun-

bridegroom bids her veil

(21)

spreading mighty ink

her undelivered letters-

waiting for reply

(22)

cries and deep sorrow

of a starving mother and child-

echo in a tunnel

(23)

reflective waters-

a chick watches the shadow

of its mother’s dive

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Steps Eradicating Terrorism By M.A. Rathore

An Essay

Steps Eradicating Terrorism

   By M.A. Rathore

It is to be understood that ISI is a well - conceived plot against all the countries not for a particular country. This is a proxy war against the scientific thoughts versus the equality of common man. In the modern era there is no use of such a filthy and ill thought. There is no place for all these activities. This should be opposed strongly by the religious authorities of all the Muslim countries and the countries where they are in flux.

The first step should be taken from Muslim societies and organizations that there is no place for terrorism in their religion according to the holy book, “Quran “. It is to be delivered the message of goodness by the well - educated Muslims who have been working with celebrities such as literary personalities, poets, writers, players and the artists. The Ulamas or religious authorities should try to understand that terrorism is not the solution of any problem that joining terrorist activities is of not a good thing.

Secondly, the government should try to join the co-operation of minorities especially of Muslim people where education is not so much and mostly remain uneducated, uncivilized and un-modernized. Seeking security they tend to the religion and like that other activities. They need to be modernized if we want to solve this deadly problem. For the stress and insecurity their drive forces them to assume ill - practices and thus the idea of terrorism is brought. The government should take some major steps to maintain the rights of equality with that of each and every Muslim.

Thirdly, some of the other religious activities from Hinduism have been spreading as pseudo nationalism these days. That is not good for countries like India where mostly people believe in secularism so this should be checked for the name of national patriotism. For it is not required in any way at present time.

Fourthly, media should not emphasize or spread the misconception or the news of terrorism without any strong reason because it sometimes acts as the instigator of such type of activities. After having taken the right decision for news it should be cast.

Thus we can solve the burning problem of terrorism which is being a glamorized theory of the youth. Copyrighted. 

Only Duty Can Save the World By M.A. Rathore

 An Essay

Only Duty Can Save the World

 By M.A. Rathore

Human life is valuable. It is accepted without any refutable reason. Time has its own importance in life. When we do not have sufficient time to love each other how can we deduce time to hate people. According to scientific researches all the muscles are contracted when we show hate and anger while the time when we are happy and delighted we win over the contraction. The change that is life occurs each and every moment everywhere in and outer space. A thing that was lively a few minutes before is now inanimate and dead absolutely. The thing that is famous for its glittering glints expresses its sorrow on its luck. All the things of universe, whether it is movable or motionless at its place, cannot escape from time's adverse effects. Time destroys the entire ego and proud of all things and man. So having known the secret of time we should fall in love for each other madly so that unknowingly time would come and show his trick drawing the curtain of life.

Love has a quality that it spreads when someone shows it. If a person does not get proper and genuine love from his parents, brothers and sisters, brothers - in - law an sisters - in - law, uncles and aunts and friends it spreads for all the public on account of his aloofness in particularly and this current of love not being oozed on the particular person but it flows all over the world equally without any difference of age and sex. With this instinct the man being motivated begins to start behaving all his fellow men as if his own brethren and the entire organism whether of animals or trees regards his own inseparable member of his family. Love lessens the fear of death. We all know the fact that we have to migrate from this world permanently.

Every man has his yearnings to be remembered after his death. He perceives his own replica in his posterity who will provide him some solace in the threshold of his future. This type of man cannot execute great deeds, for he is worried about the future of his off-springs. On the other hand there are some great persons who have the ability to create a number of fantastic literary pieces, get fame as the great poets and writers such as Shakespeare, Bacon, Milton, Leo Tolstoy, Kalidas, Abdul Rahim Khankhana, Mirza Gaalib, Mahrishi Vedvyas and Valmiki and more over who got birth in the world and became great by composing a number of great literature.

The universal and worldly things have the attraction of being enchanted that we feel less motivated to absolve our wrong deeds. It is not so easy to win over it as one thinks. The work being done above to the worldly actions is included in spiritualism. Those gifted persons who are away from worldly things have a brilliant beam like personality that even kings and knights prostrate in front of them. By nature they are holy, well - behaved, mild in search and with calmness and purity of heart. No worldly avarice can pierce their celibacy. They do not fear against death but regard it a way to cross the known world to the unknown world easily.

The importance of religion has been increased in the present context. Religious persons should be behaved properly in our society. It does not much matter the person belongs to which religion or faith he practises. Religious person does not think ill of anybody with his own words and actions. Acceptance of good and absolute good and discard of bad habits and practices is the real religion in its true sense. There is no religion in the world which preaches to widen the gap between man to man but suggests us to be free from all the vices and ill - practices prevalent in the society by increasing life's value. It is be desirous to spread brotherhood in the entire world if we want to save the universe. This is the only mantra or the secret of solving all the most burning issues of the world. So it is hoped to apply human virtues for resolving all the biggest or the pettiest matter by the mild search of God Himself serving your duty. Copyrighted. 

THE WORLD IS FUTILE. A Poem by Mohan Lal Verma

THE WORLD IS FUTILE

A Poem by Mohan Lal Verma©®

There was a disciple

Who served his guru with head and heart;

One day he was engaged to a beautiful girl;

With happiness, he wanted to see his guru instantly

So he came there to let him know 

All about his engagement; 

The guru said:

"You have gone away from me now."

After some days he was married

The guru was worried and told him,

"You have gone away from your parents too;

For you haven't accepted my mantras any longer.

After some days he became a father,

With happiness and enthusiasm

He came to inform his guru

He had a duckling face in his arms;

"Now you won't be able to eat properly," said his guru.

Days rolled with each crescent  moon 

His parents were happy;

His wife and son were happy but the disciple was not;

Even though he had forgotten to see his guru

But as soon as he remembered him

He went to him and said, "I am not happy.

For all have made me busy."

The guru told him to play the game as it went.

He reached his home;

Ordered his wife to make a delicious dish;

No sooner did he ask than the dish was ready;

All the family enjoyed the dish;

Lo! what happened to the disciple?

He went into a fit and fell unconscious.

His wife began to cry so high.

Soon the news broke into the village

The guru heard and instantly he came there

He had taken no time to understand the disciple's game;

Sitting beside him he made them fetch some milk;

Chanted some holy Mantras over that milk;

Asked his father to drink for the cause of his son's life

"You are sad for your son.

It will bring life to your son but in place of him

You shall die." the guru said.

His father made an excuse for his old age;

The mother passed it over to her daughter-in-law.

Each one of them declined 

Making some and the other excuse.

Now the guru himself drank the milk;

And asked his disciple to come in a normal situation,

Begging pardon from the guru the disciple said with devotion,

"I am mistaken to consider the world true and faithful

Now I've understood the secret of the world."

भाई poem by गुंजन यादव

भाई

पिता की परछाई होते हैं भाई,

छोटी-छोटी बातों पर लड़े वो होते हैं भाई।

हमारे पहले रक्षक होते हैं भाई,

अपनी हर बात हमें बताये वो होते है भाई।।

माँ के लाडले होते हैं भाई,

घर का चिराग होते हैं भाई।

रक्षाबंधन की कलाई होते हैं भाई,

भाई दूज का नाम होते हैं भाई।।

दादा को प्यारे होते हैं भाई,

खानदान का वारिस होते हैं भाई।

बहनों को बहुत सताते हैं भाई,

बहनों की गुड़िया छिपाते हैं भाई।।

सबकी आंखों का तारा होते हैं भाई,

बहन की शादी में जो खुद रोये वी होते हैं भाई।

सरहद पर शहीद होते वो भी हैं भाई,

सबसे प्यारा उपहार होते होते हैं भाई।।

बहन के लिए जो जमाने से लड़े वो होते हैं भाई,

बहनों की शान होते हैं भाई।

छिप-छिप कर रोते हैं वो होते हैं भाई,

बहनों को प्यारे होते हैं भाई।।

- गुंजन यादव ©® कक्षा-9th,

महात्मा गांधी राजकीय विद्यालय (अंग्रेजी माध्यम),

कोहला, हनुमानगढ़ (राजस्थान)

MATHS A poem by Atul Baweja

MATHS

A poem by Atul Baweja ©®

You know what is Maths?

Children use to afraid of Maths

While it is an interesting game,

When it is taught by our ma'am.

You know what is Maths?

Children find it tough

But it is a mystery,

Not less than learning the facts of history.

You know what is Maths?

Children use to play many games

But it is the game you play everyday

When you go to sleep or down you lay.

You know what is Maths?

Children use to get it solved

But it is a task you want to fulfill,

You can overcome all fears at your will.

~ Atul Baweja, 8th (Std.)

Mahatma Gandhi (English Medium) Govt. School,

Kohla (Hanumangarh)

बहनें poem by गुंजन यादव

बहनें 

माँ का दूजा रूप होती है बहनें, 

घर की रौनक होती है बहनें।

पापा की लाडली होती है बहनें, 

सबसे प्यारी होती हैं बहनें ।।

प्यार से हमें डाँटे वो होती है बहनें,

हमारे लिए सबसे लड़ जाए वो होती हैं बहनें।

गुड़िया जैसी सुंदर होती है बहनें, 

घर की शान होती है बहनें ।। 

रक्षा-बंधन का त्योहार होती है बहनें, 

भाई-दूज का प्यार होती है बहनें।

चिड़िया सी चहके वो होती है बहनें, 

सबकी राजदुलारी होती है बहनें।।

आँखों का तारा होती है बहनें, 

नदी की धारा-सी होती है बहनें।

खुली किताब-सी होती है बहनें, 

सुख- दुःख का सहारा होती है बहनें।।

 

फूलों-सी कोमल होती है बहनें,

जो सूरज-सी दमके वो होती है बहनें।

बाबुल के आँगन में चहके वो होती है बहनें,

घर की लक्ष्मी होती है बहनें।।

-गुंजन यादव ©® कक्षा 9 Std.

महात्मा गांधी राजकीय विद्यालय, 

कोहला

पापा poem by गुंजन यादव

पापा

अंगुली को पकड़ कर चलना सिखाया, 

चरणों में पापा के मैंने जन्नत को पाया। 

बेटी को बेटे सा सम्मान-दर्जा दिलाया, 

छीलकर हाथों से बादाम खिलाया।।

दुःख में भी आँखों से अश्रु नहीं आया, 

कंधे पर बैठाकर सारा संसार घुमाया। 

जो जो माँगा वो ही खिलौना दिलाया, 

पापा ने मुझे प्यार से खूब पढ़ाया ।।

विद्यालय को उन्होंने पवित्र मन्दिर बताया, 

मुझे मेरे हक के लिए लड़ना सिखाया। 

स्वतंत्र होकर आकाश में उड़ना सिखाया, 

अपने हाथों से उन्होंने खाना खिलाया।।

तर्क से फर्क मिटेगा रहस्य यह बताया, 

कलम पकड़कर लिखना सिखाया । 

गोद में बिठाकर क्या क्या नहीं खिलाया , 

चाँद-तारों को मेरे कदमों में सजाया।।

पिता के रूप में मैंने सच्चे ईश्वर को पाया, 

मेरा सपना उन्होंने पूरा करना सिखाया।

हर वक्त उन्होंने मेरा हौंसला भी बढ़ाया, 

अपने पैरों पर अडिग खड़ा होना सिखाया । 

बेटी के लिए हीरो हैं उनके पापा, 

दुनिया में मुझे सबसे प्यारे हैं मेरे पापा।।

~ गुंजन यादव, कक्षा 9 ©®

महात्मा गांधी राजकीय विद्यालय, कोहला।

Part 2: Whisper in December By M.A. Rathore

Part 2: Whisper in December

By M.A. Rathore

(1)
icy storm-
a silent ghost comes to
hover the rooftops

(2)
a snow drifted land-
I can only see the bright eyes
of the white kitten

(3)
December sunrise-
the bathroom geyser chocks down
with ice

(4)
December sun set-
the cricket forgets to sing
the lyrics of love

(5)
December hailstorm-
Grandma asks for more blankets
and a cup of tea

(6)
chilled December-
she asks for a skin care cream
to protect her body

(7)
stormy December-
her white lips require
a lip guard

(8)
snowy winter-
a kitten tries to sit
beside the heater

(9)
snowy winds-
my mother peels the skin of
a sweet potato

(10)
December sunshine-
she spreads clothes and makes
stand her baby outside

(11)
holiday season-
my father suggests me to
cover the syllabus

(12)
December closing-
a tailor bird makes a nest
before the sunset

(13)
heavy snowfall-
a woodpecker forbids to
fallout from its nest

(14)
Winter drizzle-
am just enjoying my days
with a paper boat

(15)
dense fog-
a snail mistakes
the lane

(16)
foggy morning-
my mother carries me to
shower

(17)
Winter sets in-
she reminds me of weekend
in her close company

(18)
icy city-
she gathers flour
while kneading

(19)
after snowfall-
the sun breaths
in the open

(20)
sad demise-
the son finds no alternate
of mother

(21)
A heavy loss-
destiny closes the
calendar

(22)
a heavy loss-
the calendar closes
at the end

(23)
winter snow-
the cook coughs outside
the kitchen

(24)
winter twilight-
Grandma keeps close
her specs

(25)
Winter night-
snow falls slowly,
slowly…

(26)
December ends
with success and sadness-
memories influx

(27)
December 31-
a bride bids farewell to attend
her new abode

(28)
heavy snowfall-
Christmas tree bears no stars
for decoration

(29)
dense fog-
a snail reaches
nowhere

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