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Dark was the silent night,
piercing chill the wind,
dim was the light
of the crescent star
that shimmered the cold sands.

If you could see,
you would see,
a thousand heads beheaded,
strewn in the sand,
some eyes closed, some only half so,
as if in meditation or perhaps
contemplation…
of the lives taken and the enslaved.

Death was better,
than to live in hell,
serving the black hooded knights,
who knew no knowledge,
other than to behead
and to enslave.
They had come on camels,
they had come on tanks.
The ones who stood were slain,
the ones who did not –
chained.
The girls were taken,
the boys were broken.
Food was given only to use you for gain.
Of me what I can say?
My child was used for bombing.
My sister taken and sold for gain.
Queer it was.
For no man could be seen.
All were hooded.
It seemed they feared something!
For which man fights – if he is,
unknown?
even to his opponent!
Which man fights – if he is,
an opponent unarmed?
Which man sells a girl
for gain?
And still stands
with head held high
even though he commands no respect,
but only shame.

A man from the east,
I had once met, had said –
that there has been on us all
a curse from the lambs.
I had asked him then,
what it was like and he had said.
“What you do to them,
shall happen to you.”
is what the curse had ordained.
At that time, well…
I did not understand.

But now it dawns on me
in the chill numbing sand,
My head is one of those lambs,
that was reared with love and bred,
whose sister was sold for gain
and child was slaughtered for change.
Now is the time I understand,
as my head lay inverted
in the sand,
eyes half closed,
in contemplation…
of the
“curse of the lambs”.
देवसुत

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ಕನಸು -vinaya gowda


ಕನಸಿಲ್ಲದ ಮನಸಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಕನಸಾಗಿ ಬಂದೆ ನೀನು
ನಿನ್ನಂದ ಚಂದವ ಹೊಗಳಲು ನಾಚುತ್ತಿರುವೆ ನೀನು
ಕೈ ಸೋಕಿಸಲು ದೂರ ಸರಿಯುತ್ತಿರುವೆ ನೀನು
ಕಣ್ಮುಚ್ಚಿ ಚುಂಬಿಸಲು ಕಣ್ಮರೆಯಾದೆಯಲ್ಲ ನೀನು
ಅರಳಿ ಉದುರುವ ಹೂವಾದೆಯ ನೀನು
ನಿನ್ನ ಸವಿ ಕನಸಿಗೆ ಕಾಯುತ್ತಿರುವೆ ನಾನು ….
ಇಂತಿ ನಿನ್ನ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ
-ವಿನಯ
vinaya gowda

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Submitted on: Thu Feb 12 2015 16:52:50 GMT+0530 (IST)
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Tears, like rivers
Have flown from
Times unknown
With so many fluxes
That even rivers
failed to attain.

Both joy and sorrows
Flood thro’ tears
Stranding the heart
Once in fiddling on
Moments of life
Once in utter plight.

There are slender
Streams of tears too
From the loving
Tender hearts.
These streams are warm
For, they come out of glowing love.

Precious to History
Some drops of tears are,
Like those of Nero, For,
They form the Oasis in the vast
and brutal desert of cruelty
Where goodness is the prime mirage !

Some are shed on graves
Some for treasoned ones
Some are shed for money
And some for deception
To achieve material gain
And the glorious Empires are blown !

But rarely there have been
The tears that shaped
The happy moments of life
Catalysing the change
Of turbid mind into
Transparent crystalline time !

-B.D. Acharya : 17.9.1968
Belmannu Devadas Acharya

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Submitted on: Sun Feb 01 2015 16:38:25 GMT+0530 (IST)
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मैं भारत

कई आये तूफ़ान , कई बवंडर ,
कई आए बाढ़ , कई भूचाल ,
कितने मरे, कितने बचे,
कितने गिरे, कितने उठे,
कितने गए, कितने आए ,
पर मैंने पीछे मुड़ कब देखा ?

कई आये राम, कई रावण,
कई आये बुद्ध , कई चंगेज़,
कितने मिले, कितने बिछड़े ,
कितने हँसे , कितने रोए ,
कितने ज़िंदा, कितने मुर्दा,
पर मैंने पीछे मुड़ कब देखा ?

कहीं पूजा, कहीं जिहाद,
कहीं यज्ञ, कहीं आतंक,
कितने सुखी, कितने दुखी,
कितने शांत, कितने आतंकी,
कितने सत्य, कितने भ्रम,
पर मैंने पीछे मुड़ कब देखा ?

कहीं प्यार , कहीं बम ,
कहीं जश्न, कहीं सर कलम,
कितने राजा, कितनी प्रजा,
कितने राज्य, कितनी परंपरा ,
कितने राष्ट्र , कितनी जनता ,
पर मैंने पीछे मुड़ कब देखा ?

कितने किले, कितने दरबार,
कितने चोर, कितने मक्कार,
कितने बस बैठे-बैठे आग,

कितने मंत्री, कितने तंत्री ,
कितने वीर, कितने वीरगति,
कितने बस देखते – देखते बलि ,

कितने अशोक, कितने अकबर,
कितने अंग्रेज़ , कितने औरंगज़ेब ,
कितनो ने किया यहाँ हेर – फेर ,
पर मैंने पीछे मुड़ कब देखा ?

पर मैंने पीछे मुड़ कब देखा ।

-हरेकृष्ण आचार्य
21:15, 19/07/2006

First penned in the English Script as below. Lost and found after 8 years thanks to Marisha’s page in Geocities (http://www.geocities.ws/hansteraho/literary/kris_mudke.htm) and indexed by Google.
I always wanted to write it in Hindi Script. Thanks to A Billion Stories to make it so simple. And Marisha’s comment below on the poem:

– another beautiful composition in hindi about the paths tread by the indomitable spirit of India….from Krishna after a long hiatus. –
Marisha

main BHAARAT.

kai aaye toofaan, kai bawandar,
kai aaye baadh, kai bhoochaal,
kitne mare, kitne bache,
kitne gire, kitne uthe,
kitne gaye, kitne aaye,
par maine peeche mud kab dekha?

kai aaye raam, kai raavan,
kai aaye buddh, kai changez,
kitne mile, kitne bichde,
kitne hasse, kitne roye,
kitne zinda, kitne murda,
par maine peeche mud kab dekha?

kahin pooja, kahin jihad,
kahin yagya, kahin aatank,
kitne sukhi, kitne dukhi,
kitne shaant, kitne aatanki,
kitne satya, kitne bhram,
par maine peeche mud kab dekha?

kahin pyar, kahin bum,
kahin jashn, kahin sar kalam,
kitne raja, kitni praja,
kitne rajya, kitni parampara,
kitne rashtra, kitni janata,
par maine peeche mud kab dekha?

kitne kile, kitne darbaar,
kitne chor, kitne makkaar,
kitne bas baithe-baithe aaag,

kitne mantri, kitne tantri,
kitne veer, kitne veergati,
kitne bas dekhte-dekhte bali,

kitne ashok, kitne akbar,
kitne angrez, kitne aurangzeb,
kitno ne kiya yahaan her-pher.
par maine peeche mud kab dekha?

MAINE PEECHE MUD KAB DEKHA?

-B. H. Acharya
21:15, 19/07/2006

हरेकृष्ण आचार्य

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Submitted on: Sat Dec 13 2014 20:39:32 GMT+0530 (IST)
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Language: हिन्दी/Hindi

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