tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15835324.post8741903409622758740..comments2008-09-04T13:40:31.295-07:00Sapphirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09855939176152845772noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15835324.post-5312510707329267612008-09-04T13:40:00.000-07:002008-09-04T13:40:00.000-07:00Never knew that Kavi Neeraj is popular here too...<BR/><BR/>Great one there!Ninjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14877547008862790050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15835324.post-40486004145279064752007-07-04T14:00:00.000-07:002007-07-04T14:00:00.000-07:00hi<BR/>Meet Gulzaar of our Gen<BR/><BR/>JOIN<BR/><BR/>http://www.orkut.com/Community.aspx?cmm=23427391<BR/><BR/>n plz invite all youth full n romantic ppl<BR/><BR/>thnxPapuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08361823500168518835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15835324.post-34981918425380410282007-01-30T00:45:00.000-08:002007-01-30T00:45:00.000-08:00Hi Nemo, <br />Thanks for your reply. I agree with the ability to feel hurt making us complete. <br />Had once read something by someone whom i consider a poet (world knows him as a singer) and would like to quote something he had written<br />"I've given up the game, I've got to leave,<br />The pot of gold is only make-believe.<br />The treasure can't be found by men who search<br />Whose gods are dead and whose queens are in the church." <br /><br />Abstruse as it may sound the first line somewhere points to the thought that you mentioned. <br />Cheersfreefallinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14886442893194043939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15835324.post-16972017143990798752007-01-29T19:33:00.000-08:002007-01-29T19:33:00.000-08:00Hey Bar,<br />I remember mugging the peom word - to - word during my school days. :)<br />~ParateMr. Sundeep G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10374162611263324683noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15835324.post-84472939801080051522007-01-29T06:52:00.000-08:002007-01-29T06:52:00.000-08:00@ Yo Madamoissele Mehta - I didn't quite get the comment but thank you for the visit anyway :)<br />~BSapphirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09855939176152845772noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15835324.post-5921304175176077712007-01-29T06:35:00.000-08:002007-01-29T06:35:00.000-08:00@ freefalling - Thank you for the read. Certainly one of the interesting comments so far. <br />In my opinion, pain of certain kind is infact rather desirable in our lives. Contrarian as it may sound, it is living through and surviving those hurt and pain that makes one a more complete human being. In simpler words, hurt is inevitable as long as one feels and some pain are to be felt, endured and then moved forward upon. So my take-away - "kuchh sapno ke mar jaane se jeevan nahin mara karta hai"<br />Agree to the statement that a good poem has no language. <br />:)Sapphirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09855939176152845772noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15835324.post-8270900636098329932007-01-27T20:31:00.000-08:002007-01-27T20:31:00.000-08:00Hey Bar, <br />This poem reminds Sundeep of his school days.<br />~Ms. Shuchi Mehta :)Shuchihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05190689031807215252noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15835324.post-52581628750500723602007-01-27T19:37:00.000-08:002007-01-27T19:37:00.000-08:00yahin is maya ki duniya mein ghoomte hue aapke is blog pe nazar pad gayi ... kahin neeraj ki is kavtia se mulakaat nahi hui thi lekin aaj aapne kara di ... kuch nazm ya kahiye kuch ehsaas hain jo is kavita ke kaafi kareeb hai <br />ek harivansh rai ki kavita hai <br /><br />Jo Beet Gaya So Baat Gayi<br /><br />"Jeevan mein ek sitara tha<br />Maana woh behad pyara tha<br />Woh doob gaya to doob gaya<br />Ambar ke aanan ko dekho<br />Kitne iske tare toote<br />Kitne iske pyare choote<br />Par bolo toote taron par<br />Kab ambar shok manata hai<br /><br />(Ambar –aasmaan , Shok -dukhi hona)<br /><br />Jo beet gayi so baat gayi ....<br /><br />Jeewan mein tha who ek kusum<br />The us pe nitya nyochawar tum<br />Wo sookh gaya to sookh gaya<br />Madhuwan ki chaati ko dekho<br />Sookhi kitni iski kaliyan<br />Jo murjhai phir kahan khili<br />Par bolo sookhe phoolon pe<br />Kab madhuvan shok manata hai ?<br /><br />(Kusum-flower , Nitya-hamesha, nyochawar- dedicated, madhuvan- gulshan)<br /><br />Jo beet gayi so baat gayi<br /><br />Jeewan mein madhu ka pyala tha<br />Tumne tan man de daala tha<br />Woh toot gaya to toot gaya<br />Madiralay ka aangan dekho<br />Kitne pyaale hil jaate hain<br />Gir mitti mein mil jate hain<br />Jo girte hain kab uthte hain<br />Par bolo toote pyalon mein kab madiralay pachtata hai ?<br /><br />(Madhu-sharab, madiralaya-sharabkhana, pachtana-repent)<br /><br />Jo beet gayi so baat gayi<br /><br /><br /><br />" <br /><br />Par kayi baar kahani ka beetna bahut aasaan hota hai <br />mushkil hota hai us murjhate hue sapne ko rokna ... shayad woh dard ka na hona zindagi aasaan kar de lekin kya us dard ke bina zindagi utni aasaan hoti hai ? <br /><br />Lekin yeh sab agar samajhna itna aasaan hota hume ek hi neeraj ya ek hi harivansh kyon hote <br /><br />Waise kabhi bhi ek bahut achi kavita ek bhasa mein hi nahi simti rehti hai ... woh ek tasveer ya dhun ki tarah hoti hai ... <br /><br /><br />On a different matter your is one of the best blogs i have seen. and you have the pain and the enthusiasm + the will to fight which is the essential raw material for any writer.<br /><br />Cheersfreefallinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14886442893194043939noreply@blogger.com