Remembering God is only way we can overcome blind greed of life

Krodh tyag diya maine jabse duniya tyagi hai,
shareer hai saamne lekin mann bagi hai,
icchaaye bhot hoti hai is tan ki,
pyas mujhe hai bas prabhu darshan ki..

khoya khoya firta hu is nafrat jhooth ki duniya me,
moya moya firta hu rishto naato ki galiyo me,
shor macha hai paisa paisa sehro me or gaoon me,
yaad karta hu wo sukoon jo maa ke aachal ko chaoon me..

koi bhola bhola karta hai,
koi maula maula karta hai,
koi wahe guru ka naam jape,
bas kese bhi apna kaam bane..

sacchai to kho gyi re,
matlab ki duniya ho gyi re,
ab raja ram kaha koi,
na kanha dharm saarthi re..

main kyu duniya ko badnaam kahu,
jab khud bhi Ram ka naam na lu,
mara mara firu aawaara,
main bhi lalach ka banjara..

Kanha meri umeed ho tum,
meri shudha bhi tum meri sudh bhi tum,
mujhpe kardo kuch kripa aesi,
bas tum me main ho jau gum..
bas tum me main ho jau gum..

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World outside the window

Sitting near the window of my hotel room, I could see the full moon shining bright in the cold mountain night. Must be around 10 or 11 degrees. I could feel the light breeze on my face. Just looking outside the window, it was beautiful, even in the night. A silent full moon night high up in mountains could be so beautiful and soothing. I felt like my mind was empty of all thoughts. Like naturally meditating with eyes wide open and looking out into silhouette of huge mountains, like staring into wast spread of nothingness. I could see tiny lights twinkling on small buildings spread across the small town near Shimla, India. Sometimes when i came to senses, a sudden flood of thoughts streaming through the brain. How much we(humans) have progressed. How much nature had paid for our actions. Constantly digging the heart of mountain to make clearings for agriculture and buildings. Yet, nature is forgiving and let us be in peace. Peace, which is perhaps pet word of my ...

sleepless nights

Na jane kyu aankho ko meri, neend se aitraz hai, jan kr b jan na pay hu, aisa bhi ek raaz hai. Ek kadam hi age bdha tha, dil k tukde samet k, kadam ladkhda gye kyu mere, guzre waqt ko soch k. Aansu to rok leta hu, drd ko kaise roku main, gr pyar kar hi baitha ye dil, use tanhai ki aag main kase jhoku main. Tere bina reh sakta hu, rukti nhi tere bina zindgani, ha lekin teri yaado ki aanch me har pal, u hi tapti rahei meri zindgani.

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