All days are not the same. This for a not ok day. It takes a while to realise...that it's one of those days where one feels low for no particular reason. And yet it takes time till afternoon to accept that its "just another day, ये दिन भी बीत जाएगा...! Just a soothing feel of the poetry where life becomes an old book full of..."अनजान कविताओं का सैलाब"... 😊... Just day... This too shall pass.

Ran Nimantran..a story poetry... Two things about this poem... The beautiful description of Sri Krishna in his sleep... And the line... "Hey Veer, Tum bolo suvakya vivek se"... Though experts have praised LORD'S smartness in giving his equal contribution opportunity to Kaurav n Pandav.... All I see is Arjun's conduct, clear presentation and even clearer understanding in the line : "Shri Krishna rahtein hai jahan, sab siddhiyan rehti vanhi".. 😊

The poem says that freedom is not an outside phenomenon... It is internal relates to the Mann. Escaping responsibilities, running away from challenges is the biggest trap, its suffocating, its killing progress, its killing life. Be ready to protect your self respect at the cost of your breath even. Anything that hurts your self respect gives birth to something even greater than "Swabhiman". Purpose of life is not fame, money, happiness, spirituality, knowledge or intellect.. Purpose of life is life itself. Selflessly live this freedom.. Live life 😊

In this one, the poet is in conversation with Dev, the Lord....!

Comparing the perfections and certainty in the heavens abode, with imperfections, changes, uncertainty in real life... She says...

Instead of striving for perfections Let us embrace letting grow and progress as is, without refinement.

The beauty of life is in happiness and sadness, true happiness is in change - in Parivartan

The poet literally says....

 प्रेम का महत्त्व तो वियोग से, बिछड़ने से ही मालूम होता है।

जिसने जलना नहीं जाना, मिटना नहीं सीखा, उसे जीवन कैसे कह सकते हैं?

मुझे तो यही गतिशील संसार पसंद है। हे भगवान! मधुर पीड़ा से मर मिटने का अधिकार दो अर्थात् मुझे इसी लोक में छोड़ दो।(assuming all is perfect in amar lok, in Heaven).

Gopaldas "Neeraj" is my favorite poet because of the Feeling in this poem, which is also central to many of his poems that absolutely made me. My first season was Neeraj and after pretty long I am adding an episode to it, yet again the same EMOTION. The emotion of relentless aspiration, the emotion of moving forward no matter what, the emotion of making way with a smile 😀.

When one embarks on journey to a greater purpose, ones efforts must exhibit this dedication. I am not be there, but Neeraj inspires me to be this.

Shoonya is literally zero in the Indian numbering system, the place from which all things begin. It is also a term in Buddhist thought, usually translated as emptiness or nothingness. In Sanskrit, one of its primary meanings is empty space or void.

This Poem by Zakir Khan, very much written in the now, sways through one's mental state during an extreme failure. For a person who is constantly building within self, knows that the emptiness, the SHOONYA is not where it ends (as bhawnaayein ab khatm hai) , but where it starts. That journey, where in a moment one is "Beech raah ki Maat" but in another is also "Sab se jo mein mahan hoon". It is relatable to the one who has felt extremely week in one moment, but as optimistically never endingly (Main jal-prawah nihaar hoon) kept on with the efforts, kept faith in one's own self.

This poem written in the present, reads my heart out...! The social conditioning in our upbringing is so pervasive that even the most capable of females still faces the dilemma to default permission seeking from their male counterpart. And here Anamika takes the blame on self, and says my favorite line "मेरी ज़ंजीर की ताकत तैय करनेवाले तुम नहीं में खुद थी ", and finally not arguing but putting the point, "मुझे किसी ऐसी डोर से न बांधना जिसकी पकड़ तुम्हारे हाथ में हो, बल्कि ऐसी डोर से बांधना जिसकी उड़ानमें एक दुसरे का साथ हो !"

So self explanatory is this that, there is no need to add a word. Yet, just the underlying idea is - Hypocrisy, such a universal human trait. Everyone is either externally or internally hit by it. What is dangerous though is internal hypocrisy. And thence by favorite line is: असमंजस मे निर्विकार हो बैठे ज्यों

गीता के उपदेश हमी पर बीते हैं Let's just introspect.

Samvedna, Sympathy....an understanding of other people's feelings. This poem could sound hopeless, insensitive towards genuinely compassionate people. But hey is there any one who is so compassionate? who after hearing your pain, won't feel thankful for their painlessness? and so the poet says:

" Who sympathizes with other's pain, is simply hiding the joy of his own painlessness

It's curse of world that one's sorrow is another's happiness" This is the path indeed where every traveler is alone.

हम खुदही खुदसे रूठकर खुदही मान जाया करतें है,

हम ऐसेही जिंदगीके पलोंको बेवजह ज़ाया करतें है

ये बेवजही कुछ सिखाभी जाए गर

हम फिर इसे भूलकर खुदसे रूठनेका सिलसिला आबाद क्यों रखते है ?

The most dangerous thing is the demise of our dreams. Isn't it quite an irony that the dead are fearing the death? The poet creates a visual of the most horrifying situations and then says.... All of that may be bad but not as dangerous as the death of dreams. Not as dangerous as becoming numb to what's happening around, and not raising voice. However my favourite line is.... सबसे ख़तरनाक वो घड़ी होती है

आपकी कलाई पर चलती हुई भी जो

आपकी नज़र में रुकी होती है. This one shakes my conscience every time.