Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life. Show all posts

Monday, 13 April 2015

Zindagi -The Life


Penned By Narayan-Chandra Rauf 

शायर: नारायण-चन्द्र रऊफ   

यह ज़िंदगी दिलनशीं हैं
बहुत हसीन हैं
माहज़बीन हैं
खो ना देना इसे
बहुत रंगीन हैं

ज़िंदगी दरबार नहीं
दिलों का बाज़ार नहीं
यहाँ प्यार बेचना 
शादमानी का लिबास नहीं

यहाँ नज़ारे लड़खड़ाती हैं
तो गीतों में ढल जाती हैं
यहाँ कली जब बलखाती हैं
तो तितलियाँ मुस्कुराती हैं

यहाँ तमन्नाए गिरफ्तार हैं
आपके तलबगार हैं
मगर तुम्हे हासिल करने 
यह दिल बेकरार हैं

यह ज़िंदगी दिल नशीं हैं
बहुत हसीन हैं
माहज़बीन हैं
खो ना देना इसे

बहुत रंगीन हैं


Penned By B D Narayankar

Yeh zindagi dil nashin hain
bahut haseen hain
mahzabeen hain
kho na dena ise
bahut rangeen hain

Zindagi darbar nahin
dilon ka bazar nahin
yahan pyaar bechana 
shadmani ka libas nahin

Yahan nazare ladkhadati hain
Toh geeton mein dhal jaati hain
Yahan kali jab balkhati hain
Toh titliyan muskurati hain

Yahan tamannaaye giraftar hain
hum aapke talabgar hain
magar tumhe haasil karne 
yeh dil bekaraar hain

Yeh zindagi dil nashin hain
bahut haseen hain
mahzabeen hain
kho na dena ise
bahut rangeen hain


Translated By B D Narayankar

Life is like beloved
Its beautiful
It darling
Its colourful
Its not worth wasting

Life isn't royal court
Its neither a market yard
Selling hearts here
is not the garb of happiness

When the eyes waver, we hear them as melodious songs ...
When bud leans over the stem, we see butterflies smile

Here the desires are under arrest
yet I long to seek you
but to woo you
my heart is ready, as always

Life is like beloved
Its beautiful
It darling
Its colourful
Its not worth wasting

Tuesday, 30 September 2014

Missing UB City, Today







Penned By B D Narayankar

Where have you hidden the day?
Where have you hidden
the silken wave of your tress?
Where have you hidden
the soothing milky face of yours?
Where have you hidden
the tinkling voice of yours?
Where has your chirpyness vanished?
Where are you?
Where are you heading?

Why is this loneliness walking
with me today?

Tuesday, 23 September 2014

Dreamy Last Night




Penned By B D Narayankar

Last night,
a melody put to sleep the dusk 
by singing lullabies.

Last night
the moon had a date 
with darkness.

Last night,
my love was at its peak.

Last night,
I was with you,
in dreams

Sunday, 21 September 2014

Where Was I? Where Were You? When Ecstasy Flit Around, Honey?













Penned By B D Narayankar

When the dusk plucked the night's wind

and worn it on her ears 
like a pair of ear-rings;
When the moon and the light
lay together in a close embrace;
When the quivering breathe fell
on the wet lips of a delicate girl;
Where was I?
Where were you, honey?

Friday, 19 September 2014

I Will Come Back For You Again And Again And ... Honey!



Penned By B D Narayankar

As I left the Nasscoms venue, yesterday
I flung from under the door
A small chit of my shadow:
Whether I return tomorrow is not certain
But if you manage 
To live in this hope-less world
For a day more
I leave this chit  (of my shadow)
As testament

Thursday, 18 September 2014

The Symphony Of Winds At Goodshepards



Penned By B D Narayankar

Whenever I happen to pass by the Goodshephards
I shut the engine of my bike
Sit with eyes closed
And hear the rhythm of the winds
On the roof of the trees

Seconds later, I see the gust of winds 
caressing the cheeks of the trees
Just like your wavering hair had kissed your lips
In that symphony of winds!

This memory of yours haunts me 
Whenever I pass by The Goodshephards 
In the neighbourhood of St Joseph's College
Where I once studied

Tuesday, 16 September 2014

An Intriguing Cycle of Rebirth

Pramod Mathur writes

Broadly speaking, reincarnation has been central to Hindu, tribal and Buddhist religions. Hundreds of stories about young children surface in the media intermittently. Children, who have identified their kin and led them to places of their last birth. Sometimes, far away from where they are born in this life.
In most cases, the result is simple awe. For most of us, it is amusing and entertaining. We talk about the story for a few days and then get on with our lives as usual.
The Buddhist concept of reincarnation is that there’s no eternal “soul”, “spirit” or “self” but only a “stream of consciousness” that links life with life—the ultimate goal being moksha, mukti or nirvana. The literal meaning would then be the extinction of the fires of attachment. In the Buddhist view, suffering comes to an end with nirvana, and one is freed from the cycle of rebirth.
In the Bhagawad Gita, Krishna says, “Just as death is certain for all that is born, so is certain birth for all that dies.” The Gita affirms that one who does good work will be born in a family of saints and spiritual men. After reaching perfection through various rebirths, he will reach his final goal, “moksha”. One should not be sad over the necessity of being born again, because it is the inviolable law, from which even the gods are not exempt. Moksha, then, is the final liberation of the soul from the chains of transmigration.
According to Hindu religion and philosophy, man is composed of two fundamental principles, the soul and the body. The soul is eternal, immutable, not born, not created, indestructible. The body is temporary, mutable and destructible. Renowned psychiatrist Dr. Brian Weiss has treated and interviewed hundreds of patients, who have experienced vignettes of their previous births. He has cured them of chronic illnesses after his regression therapy.
While discussing the concept of same souls being reborn in different bodies in one of his books, an interesting question came up: how can we explain the increasing number of souls ready to be reborn and match it to the burgeoning human population over the past centuries?
On the surface, this question seems intriguing. However, if we closely examine the Indian scriptures, the answer is not so difficult to find. The Puranas mention 84 lakh (8.4 million) forms that a soul is obliged to take in order to reach a human form. This is remarkably close to the 8.7 million species that scientists believe exist today. The concept of dashavtar (10 forms) of Lord Vishnu, even in animal form, explains the concept of evolution propounded by Darwin.
It seems a plausible explanation that souls are transmigrating from one living form to another until they are born as humans. Depending upon their “good deeds” as humans, they’re reborn as human again and again to refine their characters. Until they reach a point where they’ve no attachment in worldly things and are ready to attain moksha. So, what are the attributes that may guide us to attain moksha? It would be so wonderful if one could decipher the meaning of “good deeds”. Is it righteousness?

Saturday, 6 September 2014

Don't Ask Who Am I, But Teach This World What's Love



Lyrics -B D Narayankar

Boy: Your moon-like face, in which dream did I see
O beautiful tell me, who you are and who am I?

Girl: In dreams we often met, both walked together
Inspite of this, it's better don't ask who am I

Your-moon like face ...

Girl: Why there is a change in the clouds? You tell me
Why this happiness in the air? Tell me
Why flowers blossomed? Tell me
Boy: On which path should I walk, on which should I stop
What should I do, tell me who am I?



Boy: Your moon-like face

Girl: Make this life a song
Sing on the strings of the heart in abundance
Teach this world how to love


Boy: Your moon-like face, in which dream did I see?
O beautiful tell me, who you are and who am I?
Girl: In dreams we often met, both walked together
Inspite of this, it's better don't ask who am I