Rung Mandla for Peace

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Take all the colours of Rung Mandla and make Peace on earth:

May this season sparkle and shine, may all of your wishes and dreams come true, and may you feel this happy validation every day in life.

Wishing all peace, joy, and all the best for everybody.

 

PEACE: Mahatma Gandhi

.2 October: A day in history a great man ..

.Mahatma Gandhiji’s bhajan in English:

A god Vishnu-like human being is the one who feels pain of others

And does not become proud by being kind to sorrows of others!

All are good people in the universe, the one who does not slander anyone

has firm control over his words, body and mind,

blessed is the mother who gives birth to such a son!

The one who has made up his mind to follow the path to renunciation

never engages in the worldly love and greed

whose mind meditates on the holy name of Rama

As all the holy places of pilgrimage are within him indeed!

The one who is without greed and deceit,

and has resolved his emotions of lust and anger

Lord Narsihma projects his vision through such a man

and bestows salvation upon all his generations to come!

Gandhi

PEACE POEM

Mahatma Gandhiji’s Bhajan for Peace in Hindi

वैष्णव जन तो तेने कहिये जे पीड पराई जाणे रे,

पर दु:खे उपकार करे तोये मन अभिमान न आणे रे,

सकल लोकमां सहुने वंदे निंदा न करे केनी रे,

वाच काछ मन निश्चल राखे धन धन जननी तेनी रे,

समदृष्टि ने तृष्णा त्यागी, परस्त्रीजेने मात रे,

जिह्वा थकी असत्य न बोले, परधन नव झाले हाथ रे,

मोह माया व्यापे नहि जेने, दृढ़ वैराग्य जेना मनमां रे,

रामनाम सुताली लागी, सकल तीरथ तेना तनमां रे,

वणलॊभी ने कपट रहित जे, काम क्रोध निवार्या रे,

भणे नरसैयॊ तेनु दरसन करतां, कुण एको तेर तार्या रे ॥

.Mahatma Gandhiji’s bhajan in Punjabi

ਮਹਾਤਮਾ ਗਾਂਧੀ ਜੀ ਦਾ ਭਜਨ ਗੁਰਮੁੱਖੀ ਅੱਖਰਾਂ ਵਿਚ:

vYSxv jn qo qYny khIey, jo pIV prweI jwxy ry

pr du`Ky aupkwr kry qoey, mn AiBmwn nw Awxy ry[

skl lokmW shuny bMdy, inMdw nw kry konI ry

vwc kwC mn inSl rwKy, DMn DMn jnnI qynI ry[

sm-idRStI ny iqRSxw iqAwgI, priesqRI jyny mwq ry

ijhbw QkI As`iqX nw boly, pr-Dn nv Fwly hwQ ry[

moh mwXw ivAwpy nwhI jyny, idRV vYrwgX jynw mnmW ry

rwm nwm suqwlI lwgI, skl qIrQ qynw qnmW ry[

vxloBI ny kpt rihq jy, kwm kRoD invwrX ry

Bxy nrsYMho qynu drsn krqW, kux eyko qyr qwirXw ry[

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Happiness:  Harmony of what you think, what you say, and what you do.

socxI, kihxI qy krnI ivc iekswrqw ^uSI hY[

Faith: Must not lose faith in humanity. There is good in everybody it is sometimes shadowed by evil thoughts, assumptions and circumstances.

Peace: When there is no war, no killings, no blood-shed.

War Inflicts injuries to body, mind and soul. An act of violence leaves victims in mental and physical pain.

War violence and terrorism destroy a country’s people, wealth and heritage in the same way as used to be in jungle living.

Primitive thought of war still governs the new technology of war. Man’s brain has not improved since time immemorial, thus terrorism, war, violence are still parts of human mind.

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15 August

15 August  is the day when my country India got independence from the subjugation of two centuries.

Today my heart goes to the people of Egypt who are being killed in their struggle for the cause of their independence. Today on my independence day my prayer goes to families of those who killed and sacrificed their lives anywhere in the world to win their independence.

15 ਅਗਸਤ 2013

ਭਾਰਤ ਦੀ ਆਜ਼ਾਦੀ ਦਿਵਸ!

ਸਾਨੂੰ ਬਹੁਤ ਗੁਲਾਮੀ ਸਹਿ ਕੇ ਮਿਲੀ ਸੀ ਆਜ਼ਾਦੀ। ਅੱਜ ਦੇ ਦਿਨ ਮੇਰੀ ਅਰਦਾਸ ਹੈ  ਮਿਸਰ ਵਿਚ ਸ਼ਾਂਤੀ ਹੋ ਜਾਵੇ।  ਮਜ਼ਲੂਮਾਂ ਨੂੰ ਰਾਹਤ ਮਿਲ ਜਾਵੇ।

ਹੇਠਾਂ ਲਿਖੀ ਕਵਿਤਾ ਮਿਸਰ ਨੂੰ ਸਮਰਿਪਤ:

bhuq ^Un myry sIny qy fu`l cu`kw hY!

mYN DrqI imsr dI jl rhI hW

bhuq ^Un myry sIny qy f`ul cukw hY[

myry hMJUAW nwl nhIN Do hoxw

ieh ^Un jo myry sIny qy fu`l cu`kw hY

mYN inDrI ivDvw inpu`qI ho geI

Gr bwr hI ^wk ivc rl cu`k hY

mYN kI lYxw nwkwm inzwm qoN

jo myrw sInw ClnI kr cu`kw hY[

mihky Pu`l gulwb dy imsr nUM

qSd`d KyrUM KyrUM kr cukw hY[

nIl dirAw dy su`cy pwxIAW ivc

byqhwSw ^Un dw zihr rl cu`kw hY[

 

mYN DrqI imsr dI jl rhI hW

inzwm qbwhI dw PYslw kr cu`kw hY[

Ajy hor ikMny ku pu`qw dI idAWgI blI

jd ieh myrI ku`K qy qS`dd kr cu`kw hY[

glIAw ivc DUMAW, K`tI DMuD qy Twh Twh hY

idmwgW qy idlW qy duSmn kbzw kr cu`kw hY

qwkq leI ho AMnyH BweI BweI iek dUjy nUMM

v`F tu`k ky FyrW dy Fyr sQr lg cu`kw hY[

 

bs kro! nw mwro iek dUjy nUM!

nw kro qS`dd nw mwro inh`Qy mzlUmW nUM

Bu`K hVqwl kr ky ShId ho jwE

dyS dI Kwqr mr imtx leI

PwsI dy q^qy qy cVH PMdw cu`m lvo!

nw KUn vhwE vIrW dw mUrK inzwmW leI

nw mwvW nUM inpu`qIAW kro qwkq ij`qx leI

nw BYxW nUM ivDvwvW bxwE votW dI igxqI leI

bs kro! myrI im`tI nUM hux hor nw mlIn kro[

bhuq ^Un myry sIny qy f`ul cukw hY[

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“An eye for an eye will leave the world blind” – Mahatma Gandhi

Remember non-violence is the way of life and violence will not solve any problem!

Earth Poem

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Earth

Mother earth,

I bow my head on your feet!

You raise us by giving us

food, water and warmth.

Earth weeps when it sees

Tones of tones wheat

do not go to those mouths

of millions hungry children

but it gets ruined burned under

the unseasonal torrential rain.

We unthankful children of yours

Let it happen and do not save

it from this natural disaster.

The earth – the rich soil of

my land of five rivers: Punj+aab

irrigated with these waters and

with farmworkers blood and sweat         ..

gives us golden wheat and paddy         

in abundance in our fields.

The golden ripe crops get

destroyed and ruined in the rain

outside under the weeping sky –

The wheat is grown enough

to feed the whole India and

to keep the hunger away.

But is it God’s will perhaps not that

poor will have to stay hungry for ever.

Farmworkers and consumers shed tears

Rich and politicians do not see the tears!

And the deaf and dumb rulers raise

their white elephant pets, pamper then

with expensive cars for joy riding!

Where is the father of the nation today!

Why do hungry and the poor have to wait

until the full stomachs are being over fed?.

That’s right hunger can wait until famine!

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“There are seven things that will destroy us: Wealth without work; Pleasure without conscience; Knowledge without character; Religion without sacrifice; Politics without principle; Science without humanity; Business without ethics.”   — Mahatma Gandhi
 
 
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Dream

 

POETRY WALKS  IN MY DREAM

by surjeet kalsey

In a reoccurring dream

my feet walk on the same road

which goes on and on winding

and rapping around the buff mountains

and sinks into that velvety valley.

My foot steps end right there.

My dream never ends keeps walking

on the unending realm of the hidden path.

Poetry walks towards my inner core

it listens to my heart beat

and my unspoken words.

When poetry opens its eyes

the sun shines everywhere

and dew-drops become pearls.

Poetry travels from the moonless night

to a spectrum of seven colours.

Words are sacred and tell me:

don’t lament on what is lost.

Crave for what you want and

live every moment in full

Breathe in the essence of

every moment and each moment

that embraces you would become poetry.

Poetry stands by me like my true self.

Look up in the mirror of the sky

it holds all the colours of the rainbow.

Therefore, nothing is lost.

Memories go long way that

make us to pick those pieces

left somewhere in the pages of history.

Memory knits words in my dreams.

Poetry walks with me on that

never ending path every night.

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…And The Flight Dies In The Wings

 
At the seashore
the scarlet rays of the setting  sun
slowly dipping down into the water
touch the shimmering waves.
 
The oil keeps on gushing
spilling and contaminating
the vast waters of the ocean
the cool breeze used to pass
through my hair gently
now it smears my hair
with the smoky oliy mist.
 
In the fading oily sun light 
the silhouette of the flying birds
with black and thick feathers
with dangling fligt trying to fly
and the flight dies in the wings.
Along with the shore, sea-shells,
driftwood, pebbles and oil blobs
birds are stuck there
their feet their feathers
all stuck in the oily mud
their tiny soft feathers
pushing in vain get heavy
with the sluggish waves,
the waters became black
the air is thick with
the smell of the oil.
The birds try and try to fly
but get planted there forever
cannot breathe cannot eat.
Countless thousands are dead
countless will be dead soon.
 
I fear what would become
to my feet walking along
the shore on the oily sands
if I dip my feet
in the sea water at the shore!
What would become
the bone white sea -shells,
honey drift wood,
multi-colored pebbles,
the golden sand,
my bare henna-colored feet  
my footprints?
Life is dying
and the flight dies in the wings!   

KanyaKumari