Jahnvi Rupareliya

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 મોટ...

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....

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 जुबा...

हारा हूँ सौ बार गुनाहों से लड़-लड़कर लेकिन बारंबार लड़ा हूँ मैं उठ-उठकर इससे मेरा हर गुनाह भी मुझसे हारा मैंने अपने जीवन को इस तरह उबारा डूबा हूँ हर रोज़ किनारे तक आ-आकर लेकिन मैं हर रोज़ उगा हूँ जैसे दिनकर इससे मेरी असफलता भी मुझसे हारी मैंने 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...

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......

ચલો આપણે ગીત લખીએ સીધી સાદી રીત લખીએ પથ્થરને વાદળ કહેશું ને જણને કહીશું ઝાડ રેતી કહેશે સાંભળ અલ્યા સાંભળશે વરસાદ ઘાસ અને તડાકાને છાની વાત હોય છે નિત લખીએ એક ઝરણને કાંઠે ઊગ્યાં ફૂલને ફૂટે પાંખ એક અજાણ્યું વાદળ ખોલે નક્ષત્રોની આંખ વિસ્મયનું જંગલ ને એમાં ઊજળો-ઝાંખો દીપ લખીએ મસમોટી દુનિયાની ચાલો મુઠ્ઠી ભરીએ એક ને ખિસ્સામાં મમરા નીચે મૂકી દઈએ છેક મારતી ખિસકોલીના પટ્ટા જેવી પ્રીત લખીએ ચલો આપણે ગીત 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 hi...

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, d...

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 cert...

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 al...

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....

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 ro...

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.....

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 los...

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 beco...

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...

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.