Jahnvi Rupareliya

ભીતરેથી રોજ માંજે છે મને :ઝાંઝવાને અવગણી માંડી પરબ તું તરસ આપી તરાશે છે મને....!Don't we often say, "Satisfaction eventually kills growth" ?When satisfaction morphs into complacency, it stifles ambition and resistance to change.How beautifully the poet is saying to the infinite energy...તું તરસ આપી તરાશે છે મને.તે જીવનના કઠિન સંજોગો અને તરસ (તૃષ્ણા) આપીને વ્યક્તિના વ્યક્તિત્વને ઘાટ આપે છે અને વધુ મજબૂત બનાવે છે.As I have always said: Thankful for all the unfavorable events & situations.....!

આ ગઝલ જીવનના સનાતન સત્યોની સુંદર રજૂઆત કરે છે. મોહનો ભ્રમ તૂટતાં જ સાચો આત્મસાક્ષાત્કાર અને આંતરિક શાંતિ મળે છે. જીવનમાં નમ્રતા રાખવાથી મુશ્કેલ પરિસ્થિતિઓમાં પણ સરળતાથી ટકી શકાય છે. ભૂતકાળની ભૂલોમાંથી સમયસર પાછા વળવું એ જ એક નવી અને શ્રેષ્ઠ શરૂઆત છે. જીતવાની જીદ છોડવાથી જ ખરા અર્થમાં સાચી જીત મેળવી શકાય છે. વૃક્ષની ડાળી ક્યારેય ખરી ગયેલા પાંદડાઓનો શોક નથી મનાવતી, કારણ કે તેની પાસે નવી કૂંપળોની મોટી આશા હોય છે. તેથી, ભૂતકાળના નુકસાનનો અફસોસ કરવાને બદલે નવી શરૂઆતનું હસતા મુખે સ્વાગત કરવું જોઈએ.

Tum Tum hi rehna... mein tum ho jaungi... !प्रेम, किसी को पाने से ज़्यादा, किसी के हो जाने का भाव है... स्वार्थरहित भाव,मैं तुम हो जाउंगी,मैं पृथ्वी, चट्टान, अर्थहीन, तपस्या में, मोहरा, सर्वनाम, व खाली सड़क...।पर मेरे सारे अर्थ सिर्फ तुमसे...मेरी सबसे पसंदीदा पंक्ति - मैं सर्वनाम हो जाऊंगी...तू संग्या हो जाना...!इस बात के साथ और एक बात भी है, कि मैं तो तुम हो जाऊंगी, पर तुम पर कोई शर्त नहीं...तुम तुम्हीं रहना...!Ekta Nahar ki samarpana Bhaav kavita...

Hope

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...!

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

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.

ચલો આપણે ગીત લખીએ સીધી સાદી રીત લખીએપથ્થરને વાદળ કહેશું ને જણને કહીશું ઝાડ રેતી કહેશે સાંભળ અલ્યા સાંભળશે વરસાદઘાસ અને તડાકાને છાની વાત હોય છે નિત લખીએએક ઝરણને કાંઠે ઊગ્યાં ફૂલને ફૂટે પાંખ એક અજાણ્યું વાદળ ખોલે નક્ષત્રોની આંખવિસ્મયનું જંગલ ને એમાં ઊજળો-ઝાંખો દીપ લખીએમસમોટી દુનિયાની ચાલો મુઠ્ઠી ભરીએ એક ને ખિસ્સામાં મમરા નીચે મૂકી દઈએ છેકમારતી ખિસકોલીના પટ્ટા જેવી પ્રીત લખીએચલો આપણે ગીત લખીએ સીધી સાદી રીત લખીએ

અમારી છે આંખો અમારા છે ચશ્માં કહે તારા દર્શન થી શું ભાન આવે in between 2 thoughts since some time.... why certain things never change... equally why somethings never remains the same....!Strange how both these questions are inside at the same time as well..!This is what makes me feel... મને ક્યાંય પુસ્તક ના પાના અડ્યા નહિ! These questions bring me back to this poem again and again.Every line hits me deep...અમારી છે આંખો અમારાં છે ચશ્માં, કહે તારા દર્શનથી શું ભાન આવે? તમારા છે ગ્રંથો તમારી જ વાણી, કહો કેમ કરતાં મને ગ્યાન આવે? મને તું જમાના ન બતલાવ રસ્તા જનમ આ જનમ કે પછીના જનમના મને ક્યાં ખબર છે કે જન્મો તે શું છે અમે તો હતાં ત્યાં ઘણાં ગામ આવે અમે 'કોણ હું?' જેવી પરવા કરી નહીં, ન પૂછી તને મેં તમારીયે ઓળખ ઘણાં હોય પાત્રો ઘણી હોય ઘટના બીજું તો કહાણીમાં શું કામ આવે? અમે કંઈ ન જાણ્યું નથી કાંઈ માંડ્યું જરા બસ આ બેસીને ગીતો જ ગાયાં અને ફક્ત ભરકંઠ પીવાનું સમજ્યા ભલે જામ આવે કે અંજામ આવે અમારે નથી કોઈ મંજિલ વિસામા કે રસ્તા ખૂટે તો ત્યાં રોકાઈ જઈએ મૂકામો ઉતારા બધુંયે અમારું આ મારગની માટીમાં રમમાણ આવે ન ભણવું ન ગણવું રખડવું રઝળવું મને ક્યાંય પુસ્તકનાં પાનાં અડ્યાં નહીંમને જે અડ્યા તે તરતમાં હવા થઈ તરતમાં નદી થઈને જો આમ આવે

From ample poetry on Dashera And Ram and Ravan... this song is one of my all time favorites. It directs, brings relevance and sense... whatever the context... Ram, mythology or contemporary situations... only this that shall always remain.... Mann se Ravan jo Nikale Ram uske Mann mein hai.

Every humdrum routine deserves a pause, in these silences between the daily chaos is the time to listen to ones own self. The halt in the race may seemingly feel like pointless time waste, but it brings in perspective, a different outlook of the same visual, of the same self. So PAUSE you may, to smell the flowers, listen to the birds, play & flight with the kids, make excuses, sound stupid, day dream, sing to yourself, breathe and love yourself...!

Poetry Heals indeed... reciting and creating this episode in belief and faith that the one in need shall come across this, hear it and heal through it. ....! Ensure that You are a million times enough....! even if whatever and whoever makes you feel otherwise... be proud of you because you are becoming a better version of you.

Often when people meet they don't know each other, the hand is extended and held because the extending & holding is mutually understood. Often over a period of time we get to know people. And then if the holding is continued it's because walking together is understood. Walking together is valued. Togetherness is valued. Something which amuses me all the time is... we get closer to people by a certain quality of theirs which makes us curious to know them more, eternal truth none is perfect and getting closer we know the weaknesses too... now it's up to us... the virtues continue to attract, the weaknesses bother or the Togetherness is Valued... its solely what we choose 😊

This is the best zone to be in ... loving yourself..! This poetry along with it being a wholesome favourite... from loving the zone it is in .. of self love... to a lot more has many many line which are an absolute FAVOURITE! I want to list them here that's it. Raste mere Dost hai ab... kho leti hoon bina dare. khud pe shak ki sari parte pighal rahi hai dheere dheere. khud ko khulkar chahane ki alag si shiddat ho rahi hai. Adhoori kavitao ko bhi dular deti hoon. Mere sapne mujhse aage chaltein hain, mein itni Azad chalti hoon. mein hud se zyada udne lagi hoon MUJHE MEIN ACHI LAGNE LAGI HOON...!

Emotional people and their Emotions....! Fundamentally humans are distinguished from animals through their ability to verbally express their emotions. I wonder if this is a virtue or a vice? Expression is loved at some time and loathed at yet another point in time. Humans cannot keep anything in measurement or control and yet accepts and detests expression at times according to their conveniences...! From Businesses to society everything axels around emotions yet emotional people are so tagged... "Oh so much emotions, so much Drama! " Mein samajti hu Har Shaks Jazzbaati Hai !

इश्क़ उम्र ४० का ! Ishq Umr 40 ka...! Self love @ age 40..…! I have loved and unloved myself for 4 decades now.... and this journey makes me grounded... when I can unlove myself....uuuf baakiyon ki kya hi baat ho...! The acceptance of the impermanence.... of everything is the reality.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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....!

As the year ends .. the wrap up of a sorts. maiñ nahīñ huuñ naġhma-e-jāñ-fazā mujhe sun ke koī karegā kyā

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.

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.

अगर मुझे मेरे ख़ुशी के पल और दुःख की यादों के बदले विश्व भर की धन सम्पदा भी मिले तो भी मैं धन की इच्छा नहीं रखता...! कोई भी अब मेरी कमियों आकलन न करें, वह स्वयं ही महान बना रहे। मेरे हृदय की वेदना ही मेरी संपत्ति और मेरी धरोहर है।

Empathising yet in pain ..can it be a reality? Maintaining faith that empathy shall bring compassion... from ones ownself to ones ownself for ones ownself

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.

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.

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.

What I love about poetry and what amuses me about poetry is not just that there is usually another meaning than the one you initially think but also how just one emotion is expressed by every poet in a very different way... Poetry tells me there are infinite ways to express each n every emotion....if every poem is a poet's way of expressing, poet's story...then Every reading of poetry, every recitation, every interpretation, every listening, of the poem is the reader's, reciter's, listener's emotions & story. My line... હૈયે ભભરાવી જોઈ લીલુડી લાગણી ....તો સમજણ માં પડી ગયા કાણા.

To all those who hold emotions to eternity. Life is unpredictable. Your loved ones might not be around/you might not be around to express your Gratitude on some future TOMORROW! Once said say it again, holding emotions does no good for anyone.

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.

This is about a void... Unnoticed yet felt...like all poems this one too.. means different with every reading..the lines i love here are... जो कट कर भी लकड़ी नहीं बनते, और जमे रहकर भी वृक्ष नहीं, न घर है न जंगल !

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"

Poetry therapy includes increased self and interpersonal awareness, increased sense of validation in voicing one's truth, and an enhanced capacity to capture and reframe significant life stories. Poetry is emotionally touching because of the sharp acuteness in which each, single, word means so much. I love poetry, mostly because there is usually another meaning than the one what you initially think.

The importance of hard work can never be underestimated. In the seemingly fast and technological advanced times..we find it incredibly difficult to wait, for things to happen, for dreams to turn true. Efforts + Patience is the only thing demanded of us, in the process to achieving we also become better individuals... "Roz kuch bante rehne ka maza hi kuch aur hai". Waqt ko waqt Deejiye till we can call it a day 😊

All days are not the same. This for a not ok day. It takes a while to realise...that it's one of those days where one feels low for no particular reason. And yet it takes time till afternoon to accept that its "just another day, ये दिन भी बीत जाएगा...! Just a soothing feel of the poetry where life becomes an old book full of..."अनजान कविताओं का सैलाब"... 😊... Just day... This too shall pass.

Ran Nimantran..a story poetry... Two things about this poem... The beautiful description of Sri Krishna in his sleep... And the line... "Hey Veer, Tum bolo suvakya vivek se"... Though experts have praised LORD'S smartness in giving his equal contribution opportunity to Kaurav n Pandav.... All I see is Arjun's conduct, clear presentation and even clearer understanding in the line : "Shri Krishna rahtein hai jahan, sab siddhiyan rehti vanhi".. 😊

The poem says that freedom is not an outside phenomenon... It is internal relates to the Mann. Escaping responsibilities, running away from challenges is the biggest trap, its suffocating, its killing progress, its killing life. Be ready to protect your self respect at the cost of your breath even. Anything that hurts your self respect gives birth to something even greater than "Swabhiman". Purpose of life is not fame, money, happiness, spirituality, knowledge or intellect.. Purpose of life is life itself. Selflessly live this freedom.. Live life 😊

In this one, the poet is in conversation with Dev, the Lord....! Comparing the perfections and certainty in the heavens abode, with imperfections, changes, uncertainty in real life... She says... Instead of striving for perfections Let us embrace letting grow and progress as is, without refinement. The beauty of life is in happiness and sadness, true happiness is in change - in Parivartan The poet literally says....  प्रेम का महत्त्व तो वियोग से, बिछड़ने से ही मालूम होता है। जिसने जलना नहीं जाना, मिटना नहीं सीखा, उसे जीवन कैसे कह सकते हैं? मुझे तो यही गतिशील संसार पसंद है। हे भगवान! मधुर पीड़ा से मर मिटने का अधिकार दो अर्थात् मुझे इसी लोक में छोड़ दो।(assuming all is perfect in amar lok, in Heaven).

Gopaldas "Neeraj" is my favorite poet because of the Feeling in this poem, which is also central to many of his poems that absolutely made me. My first season was Neeraj and after pretty long I am adding an episode to it, yet again the same EMOTION. The emotion of relentless aspiration, the emotion of moving forward no matter what, the emotion of making way with a smile 😀. When one embarks on journey to a greater purpose, ones efforts must exhibit this dedication. I am not be there, but Neeraj inspires me to be this.

Shoonya is literally zero in the Indian numbering system, the place from which all things begin. It is also a term in Buddhist thought, usually translated as emptiness or nothingness. In Sanskrit, one of its primary meanings is empty space or void. This Poem by Zakir Khan, very much written in the now, sways through one's mental state during an extreme failure. For a person who is constantly building within self, knows that the emptiness, the SHOONYA is not where it ends (as bhawnaayein ab khatm hai) , but where it starts. That journey, where in a moment one is "Beech raah ki Maat" but in another is also "Sab se jo mein mahan hoon". It is relatable to the one who has felt extremely week in one moment, but as optimistically never endingly (Main jal-prawah nihaar hoon) kept on with the efforts, kept faith in one's own self.

This poem written in the present, reads my heart out...! The social conditioning in our upbringing is so pervasive that even the most capable of females still faces the dilemma to default permission seeking from their male counterpart. And here Anamika takes the blame on self, and says my favorite line "मेरी ज़ंजीर की ताकत तैय करनेवाले तुम नहीं में खुद थी ", and finally not arguing but putting the point, "मुझे किसी ऐसी डोर से न बांधना जिसकी पकड़ तुम्हारे हाथ में हो, बल्कि ऐसी डोर से बांधना जिसकी उड़ानमें एक दुसरे का साथ हो !"

So self explanatory is this that, there is no need to add a word. Yet, just the underlying idea is - Hypocrisy, such a universal human trait. Everyone is either externally or internally hit by it. What is dangerous though is internal hypocrisy. And thence by favorite line is: असमंजस मे निर्विकार हो बैठे ज्यों गीता के उपदेश हमी पर बीते हैं Let's just introspect.

Samvedna, Sympathy....an understanding of other people's feelings. This poem could sound hopeless, insensitive towards genuinely compassionate people. But hey is there any one who is so compassionate? who after hearing your pain, won't feel thankful for their painlessness? and so the poet says: " Who sympathizes with other's pain, is simply hiding the joy of his own painlessness It's curse of world that one's sorrow is another's happiness" This is the path indeed where every traveler is alone. हम खुदही खुदसे रूठकर खुदही मान जाया करतें है, हम ऐसेही जिंदगीके पलोंको बेवजह ज़ाया करतें है ये बेवजही कुछ सिखाभी जाए गर हम फिर इसे भूलकर खुदसे रूठनेका सिलसिला आबाद क्यों रखते है ?

The most dangerous thing is the demise of our dreams. Isn't it quite an irony that the dead are fearing the death? The poet creates a visual of the most horrifying situations and then says.... All of that may be bad but not as dangerous as the death of dreams. Not as dangerous as becoming numb to what's happening around, and not raising voice. However my favourite line is.... सबसे ख़तरनाक वो घड़ी होती है आपकी कलाई पर चलती हुई भी जो आपकी नज़र में रुकी होती है. This one shakes my conscience every time.