Life is a mystery

A person's life undergoes numerous trials and tribulations. By the time he/she starts realizing the value of life, several years pass-by, leaving behind nothing but memories. The person then passes the baton to the next generation and obtains respite from his/her earthly duties. This poetry  got composed in my mind after I saw one of my closest relatives leaving for his heavenly abode. I have just tried to put through some of his thoughts while he breathed his last. Here it goes:

Is life is mutation?
Is life an emulation?
Is life a speculation?
As such, is life an emancipation?

In anticipation of peace,
Performs one ample of deeds,
But, to his surprises,
Turn they out to be untimely compromises-

Sacrifices one his present,
For the betterment of his future,
Little does he know that,
Present does future nurture!

One strives day and night,
To earn his bread and butter,
Transcends he all the barriers,
But never does a word utter!

Passes thus the half period of life,
Turns blunt the blade of knife,
Then does he realize,
Many plans are yet to materialize!

Then, a day ceases the life-line,
Comes to a standstill the pine,
Cry his fellowmen over his demise,
Their grief does epitomize!

Life is, by all means, a mystery,
Why does one create its history?
'Change is the necessity of life',
So the show must go on!!!!!!

Patriotism inspired by a flower

The other day, I was reading a poetry composed by late Shri. Makhanlal Chaturvedi titled 'Pushp ki Abhilasha'. The composition would take us to the period of pre-independence. It expresses the wish of an Indian flower to do its bit for the freedom fighters. Every line in the poetry was mersmerizing. I would like to quote this stanza; as it formed my inspiration to compose something pertaining to the present scenario.

और न कोई चाह फूल की,
करे प्रार्थना हरी से,
"मुझे तोड़ लेना वनमाली,
उस पथ पर तुम देना फेक!
मातृभूमि पर शीश चढाने,
उस पर जाए वीर अनेक......."

I have no words to express the transfusion of positive energy in to me through each and every word of these excerpts. I hereby present my thoughts in the form of some poetic jargons. They go this way:

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आत्मीयता की आग
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मंदिरवालो, मस्जिद वालो....
मंदिर-मस्जिद बाद में बना लेना-
जो टूटे हैं घर घृणा से,
उन्हें तो बना डालो!!!!!!!!
ना राम कहते हैं, ना रहीम कहते हैं
कि आपस में लड़ों!
धर्मं और जात बाद में,
पहले हम इंसान हैं|
बचाओ इंसानियत को|
इस न्याय की लड़ाई को,
ना अपनी निजी लड़ाई समझो|
जिसका खाया तुमने,
उसके शुक्रगुजार बनो|
वक़्त आ पड़ा हैं बुरा,
ना भोकों एक-दुसरे के सीने में छुरा!
बनाया परमात्मा ने एक धर्मं-
प्रेम है जिसका मर्म,
क्यों ललकारते हो परमात्मा की इस रचना को?
और देते हो निमंत्रण अपने पतन को?
आत्मीयता से जीयो,
आत्मीयता से ही जीने दो|
नफरत के पौधे को उखाड़ के फेक दो|
रचा तुम्हे ईश्वर ने जिस उद्देश्य से,
करो ना उसको शर्मिंदा अधर्म से,
दिखाओ ऐसी कार्यक्षमता,
दूर भगाओ इस तरह अमानवीयता,
कि गर्व हो प्रभु को अपने सृजन पर,
और महक उठे चराचर!!!!!