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Friday, November 11, 2011

GOD or ?????

                                                                                      

Erich von Däniken 

Born on April 14th, 1935, in Zofingen, Switzerland, Erich von Däniken was educated at the College St-Michel in Fribourg, where already as a student he occupied his time with the study of the ancient holy writings. While managing director of a Swiss 5-Star Hotel, he wrote his first book, Chariots of the Gods, which was an immediate bestseller in the United States, Germany, and later in 38 other countries.

In the United States, Erich von Däniken won instant fame as a result of the television special "In Search of Ancient Astronauts," based upon his first book. In 1993, the German television station SAT-1 started a twenty-five part TV series with and by Erich von Däniken, entitled "Auf den Spuren der All-Mächtigen" (Pathways of the Gods). In 1996, the American TV company ABC/Kane produced a one-hour special, filmed all over the world, entitled Chariots of the Gods - The Mysteries Continue. This film was broadcast on the ABC network on September 26th 1996. In 1996/97 ABC/Kane produced another documentary with Erich von Däniken (seen on the Discovery Channel). In Germany, the biggest TV network, RTL, showed the film on November 26th, 1996. 7,7 million viewers in Germany alone watched the program. Today, Erich von Däniken continues his filming with ABC and RTL.


Erich von Däniken just finished the manuscript of his latest book, Odyssey of the Gods, a book about Greek mythology. The book was published in May 2000 by Element Books.

Erich von Däniken's books have been translated into 28 languages, and have sold 60 million copies worldwide. From his books two full-length documentary films have been produced: Chariots of the Gods and Messages of the Gods. Of the more than 3,000 lectures which Erich von Däniken has given in 25 countries, over 500 were presented at universities. Fluent in four languages, Erich von Däniken is an avid researcher and a compulsive traveller, averaging 100'000 miles each year to remote spots of the Earth. This enables him to closely examine the phenomena about which he writes.

Erich von Däniken is a member of the Swiss writers association, the German writers association, and the International PEN-Club. He was awarded with an Honorary Doctorate degree by the State University of Bolivia. He received the "Huesped Illustre" award from the cities of Ica and Nazca in Peru. In Brasil he received the "Lourenço Filho" award in Gold and Platin, and in Germany he was awarded with the "Order of Gordon Bleu du Saint Esprit" (together with the German astronaut Ulf Merbold).

Today, Erich von Däniken lives in the small mountain-village of Beatenberg in Switzerland (40 miles from Berne, above the city of Interlaken). He has been married to Elisabeth Skaja since 1960. He has one daughter, Cornelia (born 1963), and two grandchildren. Von Däniken is a hobby-chef and a lover of Bordeaux wines.


Erich von Däniken is a member of the Swiss writers association, the German writers association, and the International PEN-Club. He was awarded with an Honorary Doctorate degree by the State University of Bolivia. He received the "Huesped Illustre" award from the cities of Ica and Nazca in Peru. In Brasil he received the "Lourenço Filho" award in Gold and Platin, and in Germany he was awarded with the "Order of Gordon Bleu du Saint Esprit" (together with the German astronaut Ulf Merbold).

Today, Erich von Däniken lives in the small mountain-village of Beatenberg in Switzerland (40 miles from Berne, above the city of Interlaken). He has been married to Elisabeth Skaja since 1960. He has one daughter, Cornelia (born 1963), and two grandchildren. Von Däniken is a hobby-chef and a lover of Bordeaux wines.


In 1998, Erich von Däniken founded the Archaeology, Astronautics and SETI Research Association , AAS RA which publishes the English journal Legendary Times™ reporting about the latest research in the Paleo-SETI field.

Chariots of the Gods -The Series is based on the books of Erich von Däniken who more than twenty years ago first presented his theory of extraterrestrial contact with the ancient world - a theory so incredible yet so logical that it has become part of a wide ranging debate that continues stronger today.
His examination of ancient ruins, forgotten texts, and other archeological anomalies points to evidence of extraterrestrial intervention in human history. Most incredible of all are von Däniken's claims that we ourselves are descendants of these galactic pioneers and that the evidence is out there to lead us to them. Chariots of the Gods follows the adventures of the team who will attempt to do just that.


Together with two committees he is currently building a fantastic theme park "Mysteries of the World". Erich von Däniken is the founder of the committees and also the vice president of the joint-stock company. The opening date has been set for May 24, 2003.

In 1998, Erich von Däniken founded the Archaeology, Astronautics and SETI Research Association , AAS RA which publishes the English journal Legendary Times™ reporting about the latest research in the Paleo-SETI field.

Chariots of the Gods -The Series is based on the books of Erich von Däniken who more than twenty years ago first presented his theory of extraterrestrial contact with the ancient world - a theory so incredible yet so logical that it has become part of a wide ranging debate that continues stronger today.
His examination of ancient ruins, forgotten texts, and other archeological anomalies points to evidence of extraterrestrial intervention in human history. Most incredible of all are von Däniken's claims that we ourselves are descendants of these galactic pioneers and that the evidence is out there to lead us to them. Chariots of the Gods follows the adventures of the team who will attempt to do just that.
 
Together with two committees he is currently building a fantastic theme park "Mysteries of the World". Erich von Däniken is the founder of the committees and also the vice president of the joint-stock company. The opening date has been set for May 24, 2003. 

A COURTESY OF WORLD-MYSTERIES.COM






    

Katra Katra


Aur Kuch Nehi Chahiye Mujhe
Bass Ek Lambi Din Aur Ek Lambi Raat Mile
Meri Pyassi Hoth Tumhare Gulab Si Rasile
Hothon Se Rahe Ab Kuch Aise Sile

Ke Khusbu Bikhre Fizaon Mein Sare
Hamare Ishq Se Khile Sare Nazare
Tum Raho Meri Bahon Mein Samaye
Woh Pal Wo Lamha Kash Wohi Ruk Jaye

Jo Bhige Meri Aur Tumhari Palken
Do Boond Ashqkon Ke Saye
Ab Boond Boond Pighalti Sagar
Mein Janam Aao Hum Dono Dub Jaye

Janti Hoon Duniya Mein Aayi Hoon
Leke Hum Tum Udhar Ke Saashein
Bahut Rukhi Aur Sukhi Hain Dekho 
Yeh Tarapti Nichorti Nigahein 

Kuch Fassle Tumne Banaye
Kuch Duriyan Humne Banaye
Kuch Roz Hamari Shiqayet Mein Bite
Kuch Lamhe Haar ke Aaj Hum Phir Se Jeete

Kavi Badal Garza Kavi Sawan Barse
Kavi Patjhar Mein Ghume Hum Banke Dewane
Ab Na Hona Hain Judah Na Khona Hain Tumhe
Na Jane Na Muskaye Hum Kitne Zamane 

Ab Itni Si Tammana Sine Mein Jage
Ke Tumhare Yaad Mein Lipte
Woh Har Ek Pal Ko
Phir Se Hum Samet Ke Laye
Aur Zulfon Se Ghire Tumhari Bahon Meri
Aakhri Sasheen Nikal Jaye

Na Koi Darr Ho Na Koi Pardah
Na Ho Koi Samne Duniya Ki Ajnabi Khatra
Tumhari Aag-e-Ishq Mujh Mein Jalti Rahen
 Aur Meri Mom-e-Dil Phighle Katra Katra 
                                                                 
                                                             A Pray For Love :-) <3
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Monday, November 7, 2011

Winter & Kalidasa

                                                                            
"Oh, dear with best thighs, heart-stealing is this environ with abundantly grown stacks of rice and their cobs, or with sugarcane, and it is reverberated with the screeches of ruddy gees that abide hither and thither... now heightened will be passion, thereby this season will be gladdening for lusty womenfolk, hence listen of this season, called Shishira, the Winter... 

"At this time, people enjoy abiding in the medial places of their residences, whose ventilators are blockaded for the passage of chilly air, and at fireplaces, in sunrays, with heavy clothing, and along with mature women of age, for they too will be passionately steamy... 

"Presently, not the sandal-paste, which will be coolant like moonbeams of moon, nor the building tops, that were once rendered pleasant with the immaculate moonshine, nor the breezes, that are chilled by dense sleet... any of them is delightful for the people... 

"The nights are unenjoyable for the people, for they are chilled with the huddles of snow, and further chilled by moonbeams of the moon, besides, these nights are ornamented very whitish clusters of cluttered and lacklustre stars...

"On taking betel leaves and their enclosing material like lime and areca-nut parings, and other fragrant material for chewing, and even handling body creams and tassels of flowers, for it is cool to wear them on, and with their lotus-like faces that are fragranced with delightful recreational drinks, the women are enthusiastically entering their bedchambers, that are desirably fragranced with the fumigation of aloe vera resin...

"On entering bedchambers seen are the irritant husbands irritating for the arrival of their wives, but once these husbands were at fault and they were daunted repeatedly earlier, hence they are now wavery, for their hearts are ciphered by their hesitation, and on looking at such husbands, who are now longing for lovemaking, the lustful women are overlooking their faults, lest time and opportunity fritters away... thus this season unites couples, though they are at loggerheads...



"The women that are new to adulthood are relentlessly gratified for a long time in longish nights, by young men who are muchly impassioned and lusting for their women, thus these young women after the end of night are moving about sluggishly in the morning, with their aching busts that are strained during last night's escapade... 

"The womenfolk's breasts are tightly bound by breast-bands thus they are squeezy, and on them the upper fringe of their colourful silk wraparound is wrapped, and such busts are ornamented, and in their hairdo interposed are flowers, thus those women are delightful and it appears that they themselves are embellishing the wintry season as its ornaments...

"Nowadays the chests of lustful men are ocherish for they are rubbed against bosoms of their flirtatious women, whose busts are adorned with vermilion coloured skincare, and which young women are befitting for a comfortable close self-indulgence, for they are new to adulthood, and have warmish bosoms, and the men are sleeping while overly pressing the bosoms of their ladyloves against their own, thus the men are brazening out the chilling coldness of winter, and thus the women of age have an edge on the frostiness of this season...

"In nights the gladdened women of age, desirous of lovemaking are consuming best, heart-stealing, excitant, and stimulant hard drinks along with their lovers, in which drinks lotus petal are placed for fragrance, and which lotus petals are undulated by the richly scented lusty suspirations of those women...

"In the morning, one woman on getting rid of her penchant of passion, examined her own body, and observed that her nipples are subdued by her lover's embrace, and thus concluding that her body is completely enjoyed by her lover, she is going out of the bedchamber to another chamber, laughingly ...



At dawn, another charmingly delightful and attractive woman, whose rumps are heavy and whose waistline is slender, on joggling the ends of her slithered hair plaits from which discarded are the circlets of flowers, that adorned her bun last night but now withered, and on furling up that hair which is fragrant, for it was fumigated with the resin of aloe vera during last night, is leaving the bed...

"With their discoid faces that look like golden lotuses, cleansed just with water, and with their wide and medially whitish eyes, whose edges touch the edges of ears, and with their just cleansed hair dangling and clasping their shoulders, those women of age are snugly in the heart of their houses in these days, and they appear to be many a personified prosperity, Goddess Lakshmi-s, amidst Her golden lotuses...

"Other women of age, uneasy with the weight of their beamy behinds, a little bent down at waist by the weight of their breasts, which weight of breasts and behinds is making them to walk slowly and slowly, but they are quickly disrobing themselves of their night-time and love-time getups, and enrobing themselves with the getups befitting for daytime...

"On observing the areas of their bosoms that are puckered at their tops with edges of nails of their lovers during last night, and while touching the teeth-cracked tender-leaf like lower lips with their tongues, those women of age are rejoicing, for all this is according to their sought-after delectation, thus they are applying makeup on their faces, at the dawn time of the sun, that rejoicingly...

"In this season, abundant are the new sugar-candies and their modified sweetmeats, new rice is relishable, juice of new sugar-cane is delightful, intensified will be the disport of lovemaking, for the self-conceit of Love-god occasions anew, but this season alone will be the cause for scorching the hearts of those that are devoid of their loved ones, and thus let this winter season be always there for your propitiousness... 



A COURTESY OF POEM HUNTER.COM 


                                                                                

Saturday, November 5, 2011

Guzarish


Tum Iss Duniya Ke Suraj Ho
Aur Main Iss Duniya Ke Sagar Hu

Main Tumhari Mohabbat Mein Tapke 
Aur Pighal Ke Asman Mein Boond Ki Tarha
Tumhare Kareeb Toh Ja Sakti Hoon

Lekin Tumhe Apni Boond Se Bhiga Nehi Sakti
Kyun Ki Tumhari Taqatwaar Ujala Aur Tez Ke Samne
Main Sukh Jaungi Aur Meri Wajood Ke  Naam-O-Nishan Mit Jayegi

Waise Hi Tum Apni Tapti Roshni Ko Meri Laheron Mein
Duba Sakte Ho, Aur Meri Pighalti Badan Pe Tum Jee Bhar Ke
Naha Sakte Ho Aur Sukun Ke Saath Jee Sakte Ho

Lekin Meri Door Ki Gaheriyon Mein Tum Nehi Pahuch Sakte
Kyun Ke Meri Gaheriyon Ki Naap Tumhe Malum Nehi
Tum Meri Pani Ki Bhulbhulaiyon mein Kho Jao Ge

Lekin Dekho Kismat Ne Hum Dono Ko Ek Hi Dor Mein 
Bandh Ke Rakhha Hain,Tum Apni Pahechan Mein 
Aur Main Apni Pahechan ke Saath Duniya Ko Sich Rahi Hoon

Dono Ko Hi Iss Duniya Ki Zarurat Hain
Main Tumhe Jaal ne Se Rok Nehi Sakti 
Aur Tum Mujhe Bahene Se Rok Nehi Sakte

Lekin Ek Jagah Dono Ki Soch Milti Hain
Woh Hain Tazurba Jo Duniya Hame Roz Deti Hain
Tum Bhi Mere Jaise Duniya Ko Leke Hi Zindah Ho

Burah Ho Yah Bhala Hum Iss Ko Nakar Nehi Sakte
Iss Liyeh Tumse Itni Si Guzarish Hain Jab bhi Tum Jalo
Toh Apni Khud Ki Pahechan Se Jalo

Ujalo Ke Liyeh Duniya Ke Jalti Diyah Ke Taraf Mat Dekho
Agar Jhukna Hi Hain Toh Khudah Ke Samne Raham Ke Liyeh Jhuko
Main Bhi Ussi Ke Samne Jhukti Hoon Jab Bahene Ki Taqat Kho Deti Hoon

Mere Liyeh Koi Kuah Yah Phir Koi Nali Ke Pani
Raham Ki Doah Nehi Karti Woh Apni Jagah Khuss Hain
Mujhe Apni Bahao Khud Hi Tay Karna Hai Aur Mazil-e-Rasta Bhi

Duniya Hamari Hone Ki Faidah Nehi Samajh Na Chahti
Woh Apni Khudgarzi Aur Nautanki Mein Khoya Hain
Tum Hi Kaho Kitne Insan Hamare Liyeh Rote Hain ???

Main Tumhare Liyeh Roti Hoon Aur Tum Mere Liyeh 
Hamare Zineh Ke Liyeh Itna Hi Kafi Hain

Kyun Ke Rone Se Hi Hota Hain Hassil
Woh Cheez Jiske Liyeh Hum Zindegi Bhar Rote Hain 

                                                    A REQUEST FOR SURVIVAL !! :-)
                                                                           M-e-Z
                                                                                

Friday, November 4, 2011

Chand Aur Chandni


Chand Aur Chandni
Hain Ek Dussre Mein Hain Simte Hue
Hain  Ek Dussre Mein Lipte Hue
Yeh Dono Na Kavi Hote Hain Judah
Duniya Ko Dono Hi Roushan Kare
Lekin Dono Ki Tarika Kuch Alag se Banaya Hain Khudah

Chand Ko Khudah Ne Diyah Hain Ek Aakar
Woh Apni Gol Si Sharir Mein Roushni Jalake Rakkha Hain
Woh Apni Aakar Mein Quaid Hain Lekin Mehfuz Bhi
Woh Apni Ek Alag Si Pahechan Ko leke Zindah Hain
Tanha Akela Asmaan Mein Khudah ke Hain  Kareeb
Aur  Woh Duniya se Hain Door Aur BeMatlab Bhi

Chand Ki Premika Hain Chandni Woh Chand Ke Jaisa Hain Nehi
Usse Chahat Hain Dussron Mein Apni Pahechan Ki
Usse Chahat Hain Kisi Bhi Kimat pe Duniya Ke  Sahurat Ki
Woh Tanha Aur Ajnabi Banke Nehi Jinah Chahti
Usse Lubhati Hain Shor Aur Awaz Aur Dhikhawa Door Ki Duniya Ki

Chandni Samajhti Hain Door Ki 
Neeli si Duniya Bahut Khubsurat Hain
Toh Woh Apni Khubsurat Roshni Ko Leke 
Sari Duniya Mein Faail Jati Hain
Woh Duniya ke Sari Makan, Ghar , Mitti, Pani 
Aur Har Ek Insan Pe Apni Noor Barsati Hain  

Chandni Ki Naram Si Aagosh Mein 
Insan Chain ke Nind Soti Hain
Koi Dewaani Apni Premi Ki Yaad Mein 
Usski Daman Mein Bhig Ke Roti Hain

Koi Garib Apni Ghar Ke Angan Mein
Chandni Ki Roshni ko Dekh Kar 
Khuss Hoke Apni Dil ko Amir Banata hain
Aur Koi Amir Apni  Daulat-e- Chandni Ko
Uss Se Bhi Zadah Khubsurat  Jatati Hain 

Kisi Shayar Ki Zineh Ki Sahara Hain Chandni
Kyun Ke Uss ki Maan Main Hain Khayalon Ki Awadi
Aur Shayad Isiliyeh Kam Hain Ghar Ki Amdani
Kisi Musaffir Ki Raahon Ki Hain Woh Roshni
Kyun Ki Musaffir Har Kadam Pe Har Disha Se Hain Ajnabi

Sari Duniya Iss Chandni Ke Hain Abhari 
Woh Chanchal Aur Woh Hain Bahut Pyari
Woh Na Samjhe Bhala Bura, 
Apni Dhun Mein Magan Hain Pura
Sari Bandhan, Sari Niyam , Sari Rassmon Ko 
Jana Chahti Hain Churah

Woh Na Karti Hain Kisi se Bhi Bhed Vhav
Woh Saiyaad Ko Aur Kafer Ko Ek Saath Karti Hain Adab
Usse Koi Samjhe Nashila Sarab 
Aur Usse Koi Samjhe Jalti Safed Shabab
Har Koi Gaale Lagaye  Usse Phir Jab Subah Hoti Hain
 Toh Woh Ban Jati Hain Khowab 

Chandni Samajhti Hain Usse Mil Gayi Hain Manzil
Usse Woh Saab Kuch  Mila Jo thi Usski Khowaish -e-Dil
Lekin Ekdin Jab Duniya Pe Chhayi Amabaas Ki Andhera
Phir Na Chandni Kar Payi Apni Noor Ki Baserah

Tab Chup Ke Se  Woh Duniya Mein Rakkha Kadam
Toh Dekha Usne Duniyawalon Ki Sitam
Ke Har Koi Uss ko Leke Kar Raha Tha Mazak
Kahe Raha Tha Woh nehi Hain Chandni
Woh Toh Hain Chand Ki Goad Ki Lut Ti Hui Khak

Sun Ke Chandni Ko Hui Ab Yeh Ahesaash 
Ke Duniya Mein Haar Ek Arzooyon Ki Kavi Mit Ti Nehi Talash
Logon Ki Bhala Burah Sunte Sunte Dekho
Ek Aftab Bhi Ban Ab Gayi Zindah Laash

Chandni Ab Thori Si Aansu Bahake Laut Aati Hain Chand Ke Pass
Usse Apni Bahon Mein Leke Chand Leta Hain Chain Ki Shaash
Usne Dekha Hain Sab Kuch Khamoshi Se Sari Duniya Ki Khel
Aab Ek Ho Gayi Chand Aur Chandni Ki Tanhai Ki Mel

Chand Na Sahe Saka Chandni Ki Aakhon Ki Pani
Uss ne Chup Ke se Suna Chandni Ki Dard Bhari Kahani
Chand Ke Sine Mein Laga Chandni Ke Dard Ki Daag
Chand Ke Dil mein Jala Duniya ke Liyeh Ab Nafrat Ki Aag 

Chand Ne Kaha Meri Chandni ko Agar 
Meri Pyar Se Lagti Hain Kalank Ke Daag
Toh Duniya Mein Aisi Koun si Shaqsh Hain
Jo Khud Hain Apne Aap Se Hain Bedag  

A STORY OF LOVE <3 :-)
M-e-Z

                                                                               



Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Meera


                                                                              
Meerabai (c. 1498 – c. 1547AD) (alternate orthographies: Meera; Mira; Meera Bai) was an aristocraticHindu mystical singer and sahajiya (apasampradaya) devotee of Lord Krishna from Rajasthan and one of the most significant figures of the Sant tradition of the Vaishnava bhakti movement. Some 1,200–1,300 prayerful songs or bhajans attributed to her are popular throughout India and have been published in several translations worldwide. In the bhakti tradition, they are in passionate praise of Lord Krishna.
Details of her life, which has been the subject of several films, are pieced together from her poetry and stories recounted by her community and are of debatable historical authenticity, particularly those that connect her with the later Tansen. On the other hand, the traditions that make her a disciple of Ravidaswho disputed with Rupa Goswami are consonant with the usual account of her life.

Meera, a Rajput princess[1] was born in Kudki (Kurki), a little village near Merta City, which is presently in the Nagaur district of Rajasthan in northwest India. Her father, Ratan Singh Rathore, was a warrior of the Rathore clan, the son of Rao Duda of Merta Rao Duda was son of Rao Jodha of mandore founder of Jodhpur.
As an infant Meera became deeply enamored of an iconic idol of Krishna owned by a visiting holy man; she was inconsolable until she possessed it and probably kept it all her life. Her mother was supportive of her religious tendencies but she died early.
Meera’s marriage was arranged at an early age, traditionally to Prince Bhoj Raj, the eldest son ofRana Sanga of Chittor. However her new family did not approve of her piety and devotion when she refused to worship their family deity and maintained that she was only truly married to Krishna.

The Rajputana had remained fiercely independent of the Delhi Sultanate, the Islamic regime that otherwise ruled Hindustan after the conquests ofTimur. But in the early 16th century AD the central Asian conqueror Babur laid claim to the Sultanate and some Rajputs supported him while others ended their lives in battle with him. Her husband's death in battle (in 1527 AD?) was only one of a series of losses Meera experienced in her twenties, including the death of her mother. She appears to have despaired of loving anything temporal and turned to the eternal, transforming her grief into a passionate spiritual devotion that inspired in her countless songs drenched with separation and longing.

Meera's devotion to Krishna was at first a private thing but at some moment it overflowed into an ecstasy that led her to dance in the streets of the city. Her brother-in-law, the new ruler of Chittorgarh, was Vikramaditya, an ill-natured youth who strongly objected to Meera's fame, her mixing with commoners and carelessness of feminine modesty. There were several attempts to poison her.[2] Her sister-in-law Udabai is said to have spread defamatory gossip.
At some time Meera declared herself a disciple of the guru Ravidas[3] ("guru miliyaa raidasjee") and left for the centre of KrishnaismVrindavan. She considered herself to be a reborn gopi, Lalita, mad with love for Krishna. Folklore informs us of a particular incident where she expressed her desire to engage in a discussion about spiritual matters with Rupa Goswami, a direct disciple of Chaitanya and one of the foremost saint of Vrindavan that time who, being a renunciate celibate, refused to meet a woman. Meera replied that the only true man (purusha) in this universe is Lord Krishna. She continued her pilgrimage, "danced from one village to another village, almost covering the whole north of India".[4] One story has her appearing in the company of Kabir in Kashi, once again causing affront to social mores. She seems to have spent her last years as a pilgrim in DwarkaGujarat. It is said that Mirabai disappeared into the Dwarkashish Murti (Image of Lord Krishna) in front of a full audience of onlookers.
Meera's songs are in a simple form called a pada (verse), a term used for a small spiritual song, usually composed in simple rhythms with a repeating refrain, collected in her Padavali. The extant versions are in a Rajasthani and Braj, a dialect of Hindi spoken in and around Vrindavan(the childhood home of Krishna), sometimes mixed with Rajasthani, and in Gujarati:
That dark dweller in Braj
Is my only refuge.
O my companion, worldly comfort is an illusion,
As soon you get it, it goes.
I have chosen the indestructible for my refuge,
Him whom the snake of death will not devour.
My beloved dwells in my heart all day,
I have actually seen that abode of joy.
Meera's lord is Hari, the indestructible.
My lord, I have taken refuge with you, your maidservant
Although Meera is often classed with the northern Sant bhaktis who spoke of a formless divinity,[1] there is no doubt that she presents Krishna as the historical master of the Bhagavad Gita who is, even so, the perfect Avatar of the eternal, who is omnipresent but particularly focused in his icon and his temple. She speaks of a personal relationship with Krishna as her lover, lord and master. The characteristic of her poetry is complete surrender. Her longing for union with Krishna is predominant in her poetry: she wants to be "coloured with the colour of dusk" (the symbolic colour of Krishna).
A COURTESY OF WIKIPEDIA .COM  
                                          A TRIBUTE TO TRUTH OF ETERNAL LOVE <3 :-)






Thursday, October 27, 2011

Bekar


Bahut Jee Liyah Hain Maine Kabil-e-Duniya Banke
Ab Main Thori Si Bekar Ban Na Chahti Hoon
Kiya Hain Tarafdari Khud Ki Maine Har Roz 
Aab Main Zara Sa Khud Se BeAsar Hona Chahti Hoon

Bahut Jaga Hoon Ab tak Sab Ke Liyeh
Aab Sadiyon Ke Nind Sonah Chahti Hoon
Bahut Bhaga Hoon Main Khud Ke Liyeh
Ab Khud Ke Liyeh Rona Chahti Hoon 

Bahut Jiya Hain Sharifon Ke Jaise 
Ab Thori Kharab Hona Chahti Hoon
Na Kavi Chhute Nasha Sari Zindegi 
Aisi  Sharab Pina Chahti Hoon

Yaadon Ke Saaye Mein Guzri Meri Jo Aaj Hain
Laakhon Ahesaah Mein Simte Ek Anokhi Andaz Hain
Kavi Gum Thi Meri Sadah Rashmein Duniya Ki Taal Pe
Ab Dabana Chahti Hoon Khud Ki Cheekhti Jo Awaz Hain

Aye Khudah Na Lena Pareh Karbat
Aisi Ek Pahechan Mujhe Waqsh De 
Duniya Se Ho Jau Be Fiqar Ab Toh
Aisi Fariyaad Meri Adah Kar De 

Bahut Thak Gayi Hoon Main
Ab Ruk Jati Hoon Chup ke se
Meri Bekar-e-Badan Pe Dal Dena Safed Chadar
Aye Meri Khudah Chhup Ke Se

M-e-Z :-)