Jahnvi Rupareliya

Hope

हारा हूँ सौ बार गुनाहों से लड़-लड़करलेकिन बारंबार लड़ा हूँ मैं उठ-उठकरइससे मेरा हर गुनाह भी मुझसे हारामैंने अपने जीवन को इस तरह उबारा डूबा हूँ हर रोज़ किनारे तक आ-आकरलेकिन मैं हर रोज़ उगा हूँ जैसे दिनकरइससे मेरी असफलता भी मुझसे हारीमैंने अपनी सुंदरता इस तरह सँवारी

Rare are the moments, when we ourselves realise how unreal we keep becoming on the outside on a daily basis. This keeps increasing the gap between the inside and what comes out as words.समय, Situation हमसे शायद ये demand करता है, और हम comfortably ऐसे ही बन जाते हैं और बनते चलें जातें हैं. अभी, recently I happened to be amongst people where this was not required by many.... जब सब ने ज़ेहन से जुबां तक का सफर तै कर ही लिया ... तो सब न सिर्फ एक दूसरे से easily connect हो गए बल्कि जैसे खुद से मिल लिये ...!This may not be a forever place, but at least, we know, it can be visited and how...!

Vinod Kumar Shukla Born: 1 Jan 1937, Died: 23 Dec 2025 (88 years)I have recited him once before on this podcast and today as a small tributary where... the poem is hopelessly hopeful....दुनिया में अच्छे लोगों की कमी नहीं है. I have liked the Idea of belief in there's enough goodness and therefore it's very natural for me to like this poem. However there's more reason to this recitation: और कितना समय बीत गया हैलौटकर मैं घर नहींघर-घर पहुँचना चाहता हूँऔर चला जाता हूँ।Let the listeners of this poem, meet Vinod ji... let him visit every listener's and reader's home this way... let his belief reach through. 🙏

In this beautiful poem on being in love feeling like writing a poem for infinity.... ! where the subtle presence of one's partner is woven into every moment of the other's being... the mention of सुबह शाम रात दिन... then further to सांस, लफ़्ज़ों, ख़्वाबों, सुकून... meaning in every एहसास. ... as long as one breaths this poetry continues and beyond... अनंत कविता का जन्म. Such is the love where... when one meets or is at a distance... when one gives words to love or remains engrossed in daily mundane and remains silent. And while ending, even after expressing so deeply beautifully.. the poet feels... so much said is still unread and unheard by her lover... and also she still feels unexpressed even after expressing this infinite love when she asks the partner if he too feels unexpressed ?Such is a person's state in love.... weaving a continuous poem.

High tide. The universe doesn't respond to a lie. No matter how hard you try. The truth will not be denied. It doesn't judge. And it doesn't choose sides. It just attaches to the frequency and matches the vibe. The universe doesn't respond to a lie. It's the space in between where the stars live and die. There's a black hole sitting in the iris of my eye. So it sucks the world in and then gets lost in my mind. The universe does not respond to a lie. It connects then reflects,to the deeper truth inside. I am a sand castle. But I fell in love with the high tide. And if she takes me away, It's all a part of the ride.

The Title poem to his book Inquire Within, IN-Q through Prayers explains to me one's journey of one's relationship with one's own self. I feel it when he says... "sudden and unexpected need to surrender". With the intent to reach the same to the listener... Inquire Within.

Storing and building on beliefs and leading them to reality is heart wrenching. But getting trapped into is .........! "So, if you don't like your story, don't believe it." These lines took me to the world of Inquire Within...by IN-Q.

The void of that one person, the denial of pain n suffering has always been romanticized by the poets. Similar is the mood of this poetry. Remembering is not missing... remembering is not loving... things go one.. life goes on... but the way it changes the one in wait, in hope for the hopelessness is expressed here. What is amazing is... I am imagining... the poet must have been such a die hard romantic... that even in denial what is felt in the poetry is the sheer love dedication for the loved one.

Though I don't know the title of this one... I would like to call it...FLAWSOME. Nature teaches us in its natural way. Though every line gives an awesome message, few lines that hit close: The truth without Agenda is Authentically Astounding...! You have to be willing not to be liked in order to be loved..! No one's living in a catalogue IKEA dreamed up. A caterpillar doesn't know that she'll become a butterfly.

Urmila By Shakeel Aazmi This poem makes one wonder of all those characters in a lifetime who even after contributing so much to our lives... remain so unknown to us. The poet establishes how little is known n said about Urmila... how easily she is not talked at all about... yet even the sarv antaryaami ( Urmila ke wo magar bhaav se anjaan bhi the ) not much of the state of mind n being of Urmila...! And if this is the State of Ram, woh " jo Ram Raja bhi the, Insan bhi, Bhagwan bhi the"..! Then we are merely Humans and further the ones who have distanced so much from Humanity. it's not about taking excuse here, but expressing gratitude for the contributors of whom little or nothing is known yet whose significance is immense.

The festival of Holi.... Celebrates the SPRING.....The flowers of palaash ( કેસૂડાં) ... On the leafless trees, resembling lamps of hope amidst the darkness of several confusions. સહુને સઘળું ભૂલવાળી દે આ અવસરની આડે, સઘળી અવઢવ સળગાવી દે આ હોળીની ઝાળે. Burning down the doubts in the Pious Holi Fire and welcoming the spring season as in ફાગણ. Take forward the gulal rangya sapna .. however... Take it moment by moment. Colour yourself in gulal, ચાલ ચેહરા ને શણગારી લે નવરંગ ધરી ગાલે adorn yourself to celebrate each jhinkling (રણઝણતી) moment as it comes to you....!

In the normalcy of daily lives, we tend to simply forget that whatever we possess is only momentary (till the breath lasts us). Even animal skin after death is of better use than human skin (in which humans take pride), which reduces to mere ashes. The intelligence of 10 brains and might of 20 arms, having perpetual inheritance of wealth and wisdom - erodes with pride turned into ego. There is no solace in the belief that neither are our strengths comparable to that of Lankapati, nor is our pride. We shall all burn into our small Lankas and of our own ego. When everything is momentary and illusionary - being graciously grateful and humble in VYAVHAAR shall relieve us from BHAVJAL.

Zaroori nahi har ek lafz pe ghor ho har baat mein koi baat ho... This one poetry only for love for poetry😊 by poet unknown.

Any description of this shall never be enough...too little can be written to the immense feelings this Dhruv Geet evokes within me.

Everyone is made for their own self...how we mistake that just one other person amongst the billions in the world is made for us. Only we are made for ourselves. To make it work with someone it needs hard work, understanding, compassion, communication and above all it needs CHOICE.

Being social beings we consciously or naturally are always sharing, developing and sustaining meaningful relationships with others. This makes one feel authentic and valued, provides a sense of connectedness and belonging. How often do then we forget to connect to ourselves? Bhajan is a way to connect to one's own self. This song emphasizes Bhajan, the absence of the same can cause emotional imbalance. And yes, Detachment is not, not being attached ever but it is being aware of the attachment.

Kabir in his mystical ways, is comparing the separation of the individual from the universal self like that of a bride from her beloved. He explains that this insatiable thirst comes from the feeling of separation whose roots lie in DUALITY. In the final signature note Kabir revels that the only way to reach the beloved is not outside but inside (similar to a dreamlike state) which alone will satisfy the seemingly unending burning thirst.

Nature is always changing. Seasons rotate, rivers flow, trees dry and regreen. It's telling us that the only reality is in being alive - becoming & unbecoming something, in being & un-being. So lets just learn to live in the now "સાંપડ્યો સમય પગથી માથા બોળ જીવી લે ગણવા જામા ટેકરા ખાડા રે"

The limited idea of being together is also agreeing on everything. That's not a reality. Respecting the differences is also a great form of being together. Same goes with self love, we can't expect ourselves of being the same way all the time ...we must allow ourselves to flow naturally shajar hajar nahīñ ki ham hamesha pā-ba-gil raheñ Meaning we are not stones or plants to remain restrained. We are humans, we feel different things at different times. Allow yourself to be yourself.