On the Peace Day...

We are one. Not just by having same colour of blood that flows into our veins, but by having same soul. When He (GOD) don’t differentiate in nourishing us, then how we can possess something and let others deprived. Is it justified that for entertaining the stupid ambitions of some people we mould our thoughts in way they think?

The world is for us and history yells that violence and wars always makes boundaries, it never joined society but always break it. Although it would be the frequent ceasefires violation between India and Pak, drowning of thousands of refugees in Europe or brutal beheading by ISIS militants, violence and extremism always killed innocence of world.

Matter is not to vanish all physical boundaries or to change mindset of people make it... as it may not practically possible. It is just to enlighten our hearts to develop compassion for others, one who live next to the so-called boundaries. Because sooner or later it works, unless Jesus and Buddha would not be worshiped today. Matter is; that never an innocent will be killed by the bullet of someone ambition. Let us join hands on this #Peace_Day to become non violent and full of compassion.

खुदा

अनोखा ये एहसास है, खुद में मिल जाने का...

कमियों के बीच कहीं, पूरा सा दीखता हूँ...

व्यथाए कुछ कम हैं, द्वेष भी नहीं रहा ...

लगता है जैसे की, खुद को पा लिया ||

अब ना अकेला हूँ, जिन्दगी के सफ़र में...

जज्बा भी कहीं अब दीखता नहीं टूटता...

विश्वाश की डोर ये, कही तो बधीं है...

लगता है जैसे की, खुद को मैंने पा लिया ||

अब ना है निराशा, ना ही तो कमी है...

जवाब हर सवाल का, मुझमे ही कहीं है...

करम ये तेरा है, मेरा कुछ भी नहीं.... ऐ खुदा !!

लगता है जैसे की, तुझको मैंने पा लिया ||

                                    अभय कुमार

                                    १६ अप्रैल २०१५

Surrender yourself... to the GOD who takes away all our imprudence and sins...

Surrender

Through the days on burning sand,
I walked bare footed and sweat.
Never wished for my dry throat,
A drop of water to wet.

All the moments I always ran,
Without a shelter or shade.
No matter u did never notice,
I was always quiet and glad.

I fainted and rose, and fainted and rose,
But let my steps on desert way.
Accepted the pain whenever u gave.
“No” never I put, the order u gave.

My master I know; I’m slave of yours.
It’s nothing the toil whatever I do,
When a day will come; I’ll lay down,
I know you’ll take in lap of you…

Abhay Kumar

जो निश्चल है, हर पल समर्पित है… उस माँ को मेरी "अभिव्यक्ति" समर्पित ॥

अभिव्यक्ति

ना मिलते मुझको शब्द कोई,

जिससे तुझको मैं व्यक्त करूं।

माँ तू है एक अनन्त कोई,

कैसे खुद को अभिव्यक्त करूं॥

तेरी निश्चल सी वो आंखें,

गर दर्द मुझे हो, रोती हैं।

फ़िर हंसता मुझको देखकर,

खुद यूं ही वो हंस देती हैं।

उन आंखों की खुशी के लिये,

हर पल को मैं अर्पण करूं,

माँ तू है एक अनन्त कोई,

कैसे खुद को अभिव्यक्त करूं॥

                                 तेरी कोमल सी वो बातें,

                              सहलायें मेरी हर सांसें।

  लोरी तेरी गूंजें हर पल,

सहमायें जब मुझको रातें।

तेरे मुख के हर शब्दों को,

दिल में अपने ही मैं भर लूं।

माँ तू है एक अनन्त कोई,

कैसे खुद को अभिव्यक्त करूं॥

सह पाती ना एक आह मेरी,

हर दर्द मेरा पी लेती तू।

जब कभी मुझे ठोकर लगती,

झट से गोदी ले लेती तू।

माँ दर्द कभी ले के तेरा,

अपना जीवन साकार करूं।

माँ तू है एक अनन्त कोई,

कैसे खुद को अभिव्यक्त करूं॥

मैं रहूं सफ़ल इस जीवन में,

तू करती है बस आस यही।

जब गिरे कभी विश्वास मेरा,

आती मुझको बस याद तू ही।

आशीष तेरा हर पल मुझपे,

कैसे यूं ही पथ से भटकूं।

माँ तू है एक अनन्त कोई,

कैसे खुद को अभिव्यक्त करूं॥

माँ शब्द तू ही, है अर्थ तू ही,

है जीवन का आधार तू ही।

माँ ब्रम्ह तू ही, आनन्द तू ही,

मैं हूं इसकी भी वजह तू ही।

तू रहे सदा इस दुनिया में,

इन सांसों पे सिमरन करूं।

माँ सच मे है, अनन्त कोई…

कैसे इसको अभिव्यक्त करूं॥

“ये पक्तियाँ मेरी माँ को समर्पित”

अभय कुमार

How We Take.

I remember a story, in which a man thrown all the diamonds into the sea. He thought that they were stones, as he had been sick due to his unawareness, and as soon as he brought that piece of stone, front of his eyes, he fainted seeing the brilliance of that. But then, he couldn't do anything besides regretting.

         That’s how we throwing all our breaths into the ocean of our time-line. I think he (God) gives equal opportunities to each of us, more precisely say “our breaths”, to understand ourselves.  And when we put our steps on the track of self-realization, we start understanding; which things are Possible, which is NOT, also which Should Actually Be Possible, which Should NEVER Be. And sooner or later, a time comes when we get able to filter them…

          This is a natural as well as a universal truth, that awareness is as small as a seed. But if it gets a susceptible environment to grow, then it transforms in the form of a huge tree, whose fruits are divine.

            It really up to us, how we take those (our breaths)… JUST take J or ACTUALLY take J

Limits are not, what we assume somtimes... these are far beyond. Depends on our will-power... My Poem "Despair" is an conversation b/w me and a young tree...

   "Despair"

I went through words in a winter’s eve...

To a young tree, seemed, to fall soon...

I asked, if you want some revival drops...

Before you sucked by the cold moon...

He opened eyes by hearing that.

“I’ve not so wishes before my Gone,

Striving is not I’ve fallen in Despair...

You’ll see, I’m breathing an Another Dawn.” 

abhay kumar

11-12-11

Not just a "Cloth Donation"...

Eve of this Thursday we donated about 200 of cloths to those needy people, who actually knew the worth of those… nevertheless their thanksgivings to us were somewhere let us feel their experiences of those cold night without a blanket. Well the smiles on those innocent faces, made us to be proud, on our little effort. And I found that, not any single little deed for others goes in vain. It always gives benefit to both, who did it and to whom it for…

While on the way...

While on the way... A way which allures but never has destinations. A way which calls to taste its temptations but bring us so far from the peace of mind and soul. A way where every thing glitters and touch a lust but all  fake and momentary..!! steps sometimes shivers, listening some whispers. The whispers which howls around the ears... and tow its heel bloody to stop us... But at last that howling whispers loss its intense, and collapse into its name..

while on the way...we follow it ignoring the voice of goodness. A goodness in which always our soul rests... we let it feel an obsession of our apathy. Forgetting all the values and intrude all those boundaries...we compel ourselves to find out something that never exists. Nevertheless we know the quest will feed the darkness and leach our courage...

while on the way... we never try to realize what is right and wrong although we might aware what the results are. Our every little mistakes; which generally be ignorable for us, transforms in blunders some day...

we'll be poor enough if we generally fall in this 'yes and no' situations and yet does not take path of goodness... That whispers are the voice of soul and a real wisdom of man. And Wisdom tells us the right things, which always leads us in the path of God.

A howling crowd vs. A faith...

Remembering a lesson of my school days, when I read, the Abraham Lincoln’s letter to his son’s teacher. In which he wrote “Teach him to close his ears to a howling mob… and to stand and fight if he thinks he’s right.” It’s certainly true that, it is so easy and may be exciting to shout in crowd but to face bullets standing in front of that, and yet maintain a dignity. Of course all I’m talking about the dance performance from MBA dept. in an event of my college. Although they wouldn’t be able to mark a place over there, but the way they turned the shouting of the crowd into clapping and cheering was really commendable.

 The people who were hooting and discouraging them from the crowd on their coming, ultimately stood to give a big hand on their finish. Well it made me to recite the lines of my poem…

“He (God) told me the way is yet to cross…

To see the pain with end in sight…

In End you’ll see a valley of rose...

The End I told; its forever bright…”

And it’s actually true if you have faith in our self…then “you turn them into milestones, the stones people throw at you.”