Mind of a divorcee

A divorce for an Indian women makes her an emotional wreck yet due to emerging women empowerment, she tries to stand again to face the world and rise like phoenix.

Mind of a Divorcee

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Realising not everything well

there was nothing more to dwell

marriage was on rocks

was put into docks.

World crumbled

sudden breakup

bolt from the blue

why it happened

didn’t have a clue.

leaving me in lurch

pulling the carpet under the legs

Oh God ! Did you see ?

Why me ?  Why me ?

Thought of putting the light out of self

Wasn’t easy,

though hurt and angry

Only questions and no real answers

Explanations could not pacify me

In the thick of break up

Slowed down a bit

Forced to reflect

and

Struggled initially

But thought of phoenix like rise

putting the past, to my  behind

adversities  making

wise and more wise.

May meet some one

sensitive and sane

lovely and grounded

caring  with feelings

allowing me

to smile again.

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* Phoenix is a magic bird that lives for several hundred years before burning itself and then being born again from its ashes.

हर परिस्थिती का सामना (har Prasithiti ka saamna )

हर परिस्थिती का सामना करना तुम सीख लो

हर लगी चोट पर मलहम लगाना तुम सीख लो

मात्र घबरा के न पहुंचना हताशा के छोर पर

जीवन को शर्तों पर अपनी जीना तुम सीख लो

har prasthiti kaa saamna karna tum seekh lo

har lagi chot pr malham lagaana tum seekh lo

maatr gabra ke n pahunchna hataasha ke kagaar pr

jeevan ko sharton pr apni jeena tum seekh lo

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सर्वाधिकार सुरक्षित त्रिभवन कौल

हास्य मुक्तक

हास्य मुक्तक

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बरसों बाद दर पर मेरे जो आयी.........................क्या फ़ायदा ?

मुंह में आंत नहीं, पेट मैं दांत नहीं ...................क्या फ़ायदा ?

चाहा था जब तुम्हे, तुम भागी थी शौहर के संग

अब मुस्कुरा, जख्मो पर नमक लगाने से...........क्या फ़ायदा ?

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सर्वाधिकार सुरक्षित/त्रिभवन कौल

AN ODE TO 26/11/2008

The day 26 November 2008 still lingers. On this day Mumbai (financial capital of India) was attacked by Pakistan based and supported terror organisations. Approx 164 were dead and 308 wounded. Resilience shown by Indian para-military forces and citizens was remarkable.

AN ODE TO 26/11/2008

I salute those

massacred at CST

martyred at TAJ

felled in the line of duty

facing military type attack

composure retained

inspite of barbaric brutality.

I salute

the brave commoner

saving lives, though horrified

the fire-fighter, the bravery personified

local policemen, who dared to fight back

seeking to pay back

the nanny who saved the child

when at Chabad,

terrorists had gone wild.

I salute

a widow watching her dreams shattered

“ India should survive,” she thought

“that is what most mattered.”

I salute

the day 26/11

withstanding the carnage

when everyone jumped in

to limit the damage.

I salute

the never die spirit of Mumbaites

for resistance shown

making every effort to comfort

known or unknown.

Giving befitting reply to

sinister designs of Pakistan

India has always survived

because my country is known as

Bharat i.e Hindustan.

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कन्धे तो मिले बहुत रोने के लिए

कन्धे तो मिले बहुत रोने के लिए

कुछ देर रुके और फिर चलते बने

किन्तु नहीं मिला ऐसा कोई हमदम

हम कहते रहें और वे सुनते रहें.

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सर्वाधिकार सुरक्षित/ त्रिभवन कौल

Nano Poetry

Orphan

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Rain drop on rose petal

A tear on orphan’s pale face

One appears beautiful, other screams.

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Apathy

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Street dog and abandoned child

on pavement  

sharing piece of rotten bread

making mockery of humane humanity.

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Helpers

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Some die, some get injured

People come to help readily in hordes

All valuables are found missing.

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KASHMIR : a fire within

Kashmir: a fire within

Kashmir of our dreams

remains only a dream

subconscious playing games

it seems,

like a jigsaw puzzle

with no real solution in sight

feeling like a wandering kite

some materialize in reality

some not

our Kashmir dream has not

that is a pity.

Politics overriding our feelings

our leaders

wavering & dithering in dealings

none to blame but ourselves

we lost our own bearings.

Fanaticizing, not our cup of tea

route to violence abhorred

sacrificial lineage

never inherited such stuff

road to our dream seems always rough

walking through the serpentine roads

talks, discussions, elocutions of no use

ship drifting on slipped moorings

predicament continues.

When we lose

we lose

winner takes it all

but they won’t take our consciousness

supreme and tall.

Let saviour

be our language

guiding force be our cultural heritage

and

the legacy of our ancestral knowledge.

Under the trail of

those mutilated bodies and seething anger

keeping alive that spark in ashes

rise we shall like phoenix

for those at helm

to shudder.

Let us build  Kashmir of our dreams

wherever we are

whenever we can

we lost one

let us create ten.

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मछली रानी मछली रानी

मछली रानी मछली रानी

मछली रानी मछली रानी
बड़ी अनोखी तेरी कहानी
पानी के अंदर तू रहती
सर्दी गर्मी सब कुछ तू सहती
उछल उछल कर बाहर आती
तब तू ऑक्सीजन को पाती
रंग बिरंगी लगती प्यारी
मछली रानी मछली रानी.

छोटी छोटी ऑंखें तेरी
छोटे छोटे पंख
कितने सुंदर कितने प्यारे
तेरे रंग बिरंगे अंग
दाना चारा पल में खाती
कीड़ों पर भी तू निर्वाह करती
बड़ी मनोहर बड़ी सयानी
बड़ी अनोखी तेरी कहानी
मछली रानी मछली रानी
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सर्वाधिकार सुरक्षित/बाल गीतिका/2013 त्रिभुवन कौल

So the suspense is over

So suspense over. Had sent two poems written for children aged 5-7 to children mag 'Magic Pot'. in Oct 14. I received the following response today. Poems too are appended.
ramkumarvn@mmp.in Today at 11:19 AM
To 
me
Thank you for sending two poem for Magic Pot. 

However, we regret to inform that the poems have not been selected by our editorial committee for publication. 
Hope you would take this in the right spirit and we do look forward to receiving more of your writings. 

With warm regards 


And here are the two poems.


Two poems for children
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Water 
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Drink water 
Which is pure 
It is healthy 
That is sure. 
  
Waste not water 
It is life 
Harvest it 
Sustains life. 
  
Wasting water 
Is no no 
Preserve water 
Wise say so 
  
Water is elixir 
Flushing toxins 
Nutrient carrier 
Water has been 
  
Drink water 
3 liters a day 
It is living 
In healthy way 
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Tree 
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I have a friend 
Its name is tree 
It gives me oxygen 
Just for free. 
  
I have a friend 
Its name is tree 
In my colony 
provides greenery. 
  
I have a friend 
Its name is tree 
Lets plant one 
It is a necessity 
  
I have a friend 
Its name is tree 
Earth now looks 
Beautiful & lively 
  
I have a friend 
Its name is tree 
Rains make it 
Green and flowery 
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In the solitude of night

In the solitude of night

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I adore the rise of moon

and the stars shining bright

bringing me your remembrance

in the solitude of night.

Moonlight seems flowery spread on earth

merging in the sea

river quenching its thirst

waves exulting in expectations

rejoice and swoon

under the moon & moonlight

when I remember you

in the solitude of night.

Decked with flowers

lass on a swing

like a cuckoo ,

she then sings

and shehnai* being played far off, echoing.

Hoping to meet her beloved,

she blossoms like a flower of mustard

song of separation makes love deep

her love erupts when separation seeps

all bringing me your remembrance

in the solitude of night

under the moonlight.

Putting me in trance

resonance of your voice

watching me in this state

you glow and rejoice

casting a spell, who deserts me at dawn

remembrance comes again then

under the moonlight

in the solitude of night.

I adore the rise of moon

and the stars shining bright

bringing me your remembrance

in the solitude of night.

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 * an Indian musical instrument

Khawabon kee duniya mein

Khawabon kee duniya mein, ek baar janyen to hazoor

Zindgi jee jaate hain bina bandishon ke, aur bharpoor.

ख्वाबों की दुनिया में , एक बार जाए तो हज़ूर

ज़िंदगी जी जाते हैं बिना बंदिशों के, और भरपूर

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सर्वाधिकार सुरक्षित/त्रिभवन कौल

Gar hum bhi halak mein do daal liye hote

Kabhi ke hum bhi Ghalib ban gaye hote

गर हम भी हलक में दो डाल लिए होते

कभी के हम भी ग़ालिब बन गए होते

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सर्वाधिकार सुरक्षित/त्रिभवन कौल