Saturday 27 September 2014

आईनों को दीवारों पर मत लगाओ यारों



आईनों को दीवारों पर मत लगाओ यारों

टूट कर बिखर गए तो दस चहरे उजागर हो जायेंगे
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सर्वाधिकार सुरक्षित/ त्रिभवन कौल

Friday 26 September 2014

कभी लिखा करते थे प्रियतम को, प्यार भरी सुन्दर सी पाती



कभी लिखा करते थे प्रियतम को, प्यार भरी सुन्दर सी पाती

सारगर्भित होती थी बातें, वह प्यार का पुल बनती थी पाती

पोस्टमैन का क्या आदर था, नयन हमेशा रहते थे बैचैन

हाय लगी एस्म्स की ऐसी, सब दिल से रखी संजो कर पाती
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सर्वाधिकार सुरक्षित/त्रिभवन कौल

Wednesday 24 September 2014

Autumn (Acrostic)




Autumn ( Acrostic)
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Autumn livens the spirit of nature

Ultimate artist to reckon

Turning maple leaves scarlet

Up above the sky draped in azure

Making the greens blush with vibrant shades

New colourful canvass spreads all over
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All rights reserved/Tribhawan Kaul

Sunday 21 September 2014

Spin of a coin

Spin of a coin
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Analyse a coin smiling on our stupidity

Infusing  positivity and negativity

Our mind absorbs the rays

Mental attitude holds the sway

Actions initiated accordingly

Myth of a coin busted

Loser blames the luck

Winner praises the luck.

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Saturday 20 September 2014

आती है ललाई चेहरे पर

आती है ललाई चेहरे पर
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आती है ललाई चेहरे पर
जब देख मुझे मुस्काती हो
दिल में होल सा उठता है
जब हंस कर तुम लज्जाती हो.

ऑंखें तुम्हारी कजरारी सी
ज़ुल्फ़ों में छिप छिप जाती है
बादल हो या न हो, समां में
बिजली चमक सी जाती है .

पलकों को गिरा दो शर्मा कर
घनघोर अँधेरा हो जाए
ज़ुल्फ़ों को उठा दो मुखड़े से
बरबस उजाला हो जाए.

लाल गुलाबी होंठ तुम्हारे
कमलनाल से हाथ
उर्वशी और मेनका ने देखो
खायी है तुमसे मात.

किस कुम्हार की पूजा हो तुम ?
क्यूँकर उसने तुम्हे बनाया ?
पूजा के पुष्प किसको चढ़ाऊँ
'उसको' या जिसकी यह काया.
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सर्वाधिकार सुरक्षित/ सबरंग/त्रिभवन कौल


Thursday 18 September 2014

गाँधी का भारत ?

गाँधी का भारत ?                                       
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गाँधी तेरे भारत में, सब नेता चुराएँ नैन
तेरी नीतियाँ ताक पर, भोगे सुख चैन..

वह देखो इन्सान आता है
इंसानियत से गहरा नाता है
औरों का खून बहा कर भी
इंसान ही तो कहलाता है .

गाँधी तेरे भारत में, सब नेता चुराएँ नैन
तेरी नीतियाँ ताक पर, भोगे सुख चैन..

वह देखो नेता आता है
जनता को उल्लू बनाता है
पांच बरस तक राज करे
फिर हाथ जोड़ मिमयाता है

गाँधी तेरे भारत में, सब नेता चुराएँ नैन
तेरी नीतियाँ ताक पर, भोगे सुख चैन..

वह देखो धर्मी आता है
धरम धरम चिल्लाता है
शांतिपरस्त जनता को
उकसा कर उन्हें लडाता है

गाँधी तेरे भारत में, सब नेता चुराएँ नैन
तेरी नीतियाँ ताक पर, भोगे सुख चैन..

वह देखो सिपाही आता है
क़ानून का रक्षक कहलाता है
मोका मिलते ही पर वह
तुरंत भक्षक बन जाता है .

गाँधी तेरे भारत में, सब नेता चुराएँ नैन
तेरी नीतियाँ ताक पर, भोगे सुख चैन..

वह देखो धरती रोती है
अपने ज़ख्मो को धोती है
दागा बदन इन्सां ने इतना
हरियाली मौत को रोती है

गाँधी तेरे भारत में, सब नेता चुराएँ नैन
तेरी नीतियाँ ताक पर, भोगे सुख चैन..

वह देखो माँ-बाप आते हैं
लड़के की खैर मनाते हैं
लड़की से नफरत इतनी है
भ्रूण हत्या करवाते है

गाँधी तेरे भारत में, सब नेता चुराएँ नैन
तेरी नीतियाँ ताक पर, भोगे सुख चैन.

वह देखो रिश्वतखोर आते हैं
स्विस बैंक में भारी खाते हैं
देश भक्ति का प्रचार करें
देश को घुन बन खाते हैं.

गाँधी तेरे भारत में, सब नेता चुराएँ नैन
तेरी नीतियाँ ताक पर, भोगे सुख चैन..
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सर्वाधिकार सुरक्षित/ त्रिभवन कौल


Saturday 13 September 2014

A Big Question

A Big Question
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Love
bears progeny carrying blood
colour red, only red
without any religion and caste to tow
till initiation.
A life takes shape,
living becomes mandatory
measuring up not to the reality
water starts flowing down the veins
filth fills the brain
actions contrary to religious beliefs
take center stage
inhuman behaviour with hatred
shatter the peace
bloodsuckers having a ball,
"should there be religions at all? "
A question raised by sufferings.
Oh! Why a Gandhi, King, Mandela
too take birth in this world insane
facing ups-downs and challenges
living through neither hell nor heaven
proving time and again
‘live and let live'
motto, what the God ordained.
Why are they far and few between?
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All rights reserved/Tribhawan Kaul

 Note from the poet:-
Savage fights in Seria/Iraq/Ukraine and global terrorism prompted me to write this poem.

Friday 12 September 2014

God's Wrath

God’s Wrath
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HIS benevolence knows no boundaries
but incomprehensible is God’s wrath
 thinks not twice while taking away all
forewarning always, never to cross HIS path
but none heeds and who cares
nailed to cross one who dares
“never blame me,” thunders HE
blame the elements
wrecking the havoc
humans invited the wrath
what a pity !
Raping the nature’s generosity.
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All rights reserved/ Tribhawan Kaul

Note from the poet: Published in an anthology  “Poems From Third World/Feb 2014/Blackbuck Publications”  is posted in view of recent floods in J&K. The poem was actually written after 16th June 2013 soon after the flash floods ravaged Kedarnath, Gaurikund etc. of Uttrakhand (India)

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Monday 8 September 2014

I Love You Syndrome

I Love You Syndrome !
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The other day I had nothing to do. So I ventured out. I took a bus. I found a college going boy and girl clasping each other’s hand saying, “I Love you..I love you too.” Both were oblivious of amusing expression on the faces of fellow passengers. Society seems to approve what was a taboo earlier. I  de-boarded at my designated stop and went to a park boasting of a historical monument. I found a lip-locked couple with their hand busy writing on the monument wall ‘ I LOVE YOU’  I also watched a honeymooner throwing flying kisses to his newly wedded partner and making signs of a heart in the air  and whispering loudly “ I Love you”.

Hasn’t  ‘I love you’ become somewhat demeaning. A cliché, devoid of all the feelings of true love and affection. What about parental love, brotherly and sisterly love and the love which has connotations of affection, feelings, longing or sensuality but no sexuality? Platonic love.

 An unknown female in the a company of a male is immediately misunderstood  to be indulging in some sort of suspicious relationship irrespective of the fact that they may be father- daughter, mother-son, sister-brother, cousins, uncle-niece, just friends or colleagues who are out to walk, shop, sight-see or  to enjoy a movie. When a girl or a boy says to her father/ mother “ papa/ mama “I love you” she is declaring her basic affection towards her parents.  Sometimes utterance of I love you is misunderstood by two opposite sexes, particularly those who are in some kind of a relationship, as a craving for sexual gratification, a desire to go physical. It is lust not love. When lust becomes an important subsidiary of love and overshadows love, love loses its real meaning. Acronym of love in this case then becomes:
L- Love
O-Orgasm
V-Virility
E-Ecstasy
Any ingredient missing results in showdowns. It mostly happens in live-in-relationships where sex is also thought to be the only means to beget love.  It is the end result without love having been flourished through the various stages like a bud blooming to a flower slowly and gradually. This sort of love is self destructive wherein only bodily attributes come to fore. Love which is true is not all about the bodies. It is beyond physical intimacy. Agreed that procreation is a part of sexual satisfaction and action but the love word becomes then synonym of affection, caring, sharing, mutual trust and understanding. In this context I produce one of my published poems on the subject

True Love

A true love is
Neither lust nor greed nor desire
It is divine building of emotions
Standing tall with
Foundation of trust
Bricks of feeling
Cement of sensitivity
Pillars of grace
A true love flourishes then
Bearing fruit
Ripens
It is evolution
And evolution evolves
Birth of a new creation.
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 A bright light glows around true lovers with the power of true love. In the absence of affection, sharing, caring, mutual trust and understanding , love is totally meaningless and devoid of any true feelings of love. Ensure that someone does not want to rub love the wrong way.
       
I love you is in fact an expression of concern also. Added with affection, true love automatically develops a sense of  caring and sharing. Making it seem vulgar and cheap by one’s action/ utterances always undermine the true meaning of ‘I love you’. From time immemorial these three magic words have been instrumental in bringing changes in the society worldwide. Entire humanity thrives on love bringing the humankind together and evolving a sense of belonging in generations.  ‘I love you’ does have an undercurrent of sexism as procreation could not have been possible without physical intimacy but isn’t it confined to couples only that too, a married one. Illegitimate love brings stigma in the society of ours.  Here also procreation can happen without actually having a feeling of love. So procreation cannot be a proof of  true love irrespective of the fact ‘I love you ‘ is  often repeated time and again by the indulging partners.

Love can thrill. It can kill. It makes one sane and wise. At the same time, it can destroy. Wars have been waged for the sake of love. Kingdoms have been destroyed and born because of love. Peace has been brought because of love. Families are broken then united, marriages are solemnised , suicides are committed and fights break out because of love.

Romeo- Juliet, Helen of Troy, King Edward VIII of England, Sohni-Mahiwal, Shiri- Farhad, Heer-Raanja, Alluddin Kilji’s  infatuation with Rani Padmawati (Paddmani of Chitore), Razia Sultan- Yakut, Noorjahan –King Shahjhan, Anarkali- Shazada Saleem (Khuram: son of Mugal Kind Akbar) are but a few  examples  of “ I LOVE YOU SYNDROME”, some of which culminated in changing the course of history and some creating folklores. True love always leads to a bonding, strives to achieve life full of satisfaction and contentment ultimately leading to happiness. Sexuality does have a part but in a limited way. So any one who pronounces his/her love by uttering ‘ I LOVE YOOOOOOU’ on the rooftop  cannot/ should not be taken seriously.

Love is omnipresent in every form. It is present in every aspect of our life. I love you has a special place in our psychic.  It starts from a womb of a mother to parental love- sisterly& brotherly love, friendly love, lover’s love and husband & wife’s love. A feeling for someone, a simple touch or a pat, an advice showing concern all go to show the protagonist wants to say that I love you.  Love cannot be just wished away. Relationships are based on love combined with respect. Relationships break in absence of mutual understanding of definition of  love. True Love cannot survive disrespect, disharmony, lack of commitment/faith/trust, dishonesty, cheating etc. I love you loses its sheen and charm. To say I love you then becomes farce.

So , whenever one says I LOVE YOU, one has to be true to his/her feelings and true to his/her heart before saying .  “ I Love you’.

Tribhawan Kaul
Writer-poet


Sunday 7 September 2014

After Death : declared Poem Of The Day on 4th September 2014


My poem declared Poem of the Day on 04-09-2014 on www.poemhunter.com having more than 10,000 poets as members.

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Tribhawan Kaul  (01-01-1946 / Srinagar (J & K) India)


After Death

Amidst
Whispers of ‘rest in peace’
vibrating entire cosmos
a departed soul watching
curiously from the above
a body below
surrounded by wailing people
mournfully
spelling out all the words
available in praise
staunch opponents
eulogising white deeds
ignoring the black ones
wiping crocodile tears
and laughing in sleeves
friends, foes and family
come to remember
a departed soul
which
wishes to be the whole
but for its KARMAS.



Tribhawan Kaul

Thursday 4 September 2014

TEACHERS

Teachers  (Dedicated to all teachers on Teacher’s Day: 05th September)
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Moon when ceases to exist
stars shine brightly
negotiate universal maze
choreographers end assignments
dancers take centre stage
or gardeners water the thoughts
trimming the plants
and cutting the rough edges
for smooth growth
within the periphery
of social hedges, buds bloom
sure, legend are not made in the womb
discipline, values, responsibilities
inculcated to be  tools of anti-wrongdoing
no gratitude is enough
thanks giving makes one weep
as  investors far off
watch their money grow
in the building of a nation
a nation reaps, they sow
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All rights reserved/Tribhawan Kaul


Wednesday 3 September 2014

शिक्षक दिवस (05-09-2014) को समर्पित

शिक्षक दिवस (05-09-2014) को समर्पित

गुरु शिष्य की यही परम्परा, शिष्य पाये गुरु दे ज्ञान
लक्ष्य साधे मत्स्य चक्षु पर या करे फिर अंगूठा दान
गुरु महिमा गाये क्या कोई,गुरु बिन गति कभी ना होई 
 विवेकहीन, अज्ञानी- अनाड़ी , गुरु संग होय सुजान
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सर्वाधिकार सुरक्षित/त्रिभवन कौल

Tuesday 2 September 2014

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Monday 1 September 2014

DON’T KILL ME

DON’T KILL ME

Kill me not, Pa
poison me not, Ma
strangle me not, brother
I am one of your own
let some mercy be shown
your blood runs into my veins
let you not bind me in chains
give my wishes some space
let me live also with honor and grace.

Desires have wings
so have mine
what if I love someone ?
how is that a crime ?
made my choice
want you to hear my voice
my heart beats for him
why have I to pay the price?

Heart overrules the mind
society  has never been kind
different caste, religion and state
have to write my own fate.
Why torture me?
Why shatter my dreams?
Why you shame and fail your own?
You are not urbane, to me it seems.

You blood thirsty savages
you traditional sticklers
oh you ! Perpetrators of heinous crime
your preaching and actions do not rhyme.
Shame on you Goddess worshipers
girls may refuse to take birth
eve was created by HIM for love
HE now also thinks, was it at all worth.

Kill me not, Pa/ poison me not Ma
strangle me not brother ?
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