MY POEM ,"HAMAARA DIL" OR "MY HEART "

                                          

                                          

            ( The Sri-Yantra at Hari Parbat) 

                                        

        

    

( With Dr Agnishekhar)

( Farooq Nazki )

( With Aanya Mota )

( With Padamshri Pran Kishore and Prof. Shafi Shauq)

( At the tomb of Jean Paul Sartre in Paris ) 

( Grenoble , France with family )

( SaMaPa Award 2023) 

( Kashmir with family )

(New Paltz, USA )

( Peaks  Island, USA )

(At the summit of Mount Washington ,USA)

( Mount Washington with family )

( Paris 2023) 

                      ( With Shantiveer Kaul )

                       ( Grenoble , France ) 

            ( Outside MET ,Museum, New York ) 

                       ( With Agha Ashraf Ali )

                     ( At Bali Indonesia )

                  (   Washington Square Park, New York )

( At Columbia University, New York )

                ( At Martand Sun Temple ruins )

               ( River Godavari )

   ( A Harwan tile in a museum in Germany )

                       ( Ranakpur Jain Temple )

            ( On the bank of River Seine )

           ( On the bank of River Hudson (

                ( The Jhelum River )

                              ( The Pyramids )

                           ( The Indian Ocean ) 

                      ( The Jaisalmer Desert )

                           ( The Himalayas)

       ( The confluence of Ganga and Yamuna ) 

                    ( Eiffel Tower at night )

To these photographs , I am adding my poem, " Hamaara Dil" or "My Heart " ...

( Hamaara Dil)

Hamaara dil 

samajh lo ek sahra hai,

Samandar hai 

Ye bahar e hind tak aayi

Himalay ki hawa samjho,

Kabhi Ganga,

Kabhi Yamuna,

Kabhi  sangam

 Prayaag e Hind 

Tehzeeb e wattan jaisa ..

Issi raste se Hudson,

 Seine aur  Jhelum  guzarti hai  ,

Yahaan Godavari bhi ,Narmada bhi ,  Chandrabhaga  bhi,

Ajanta bhi Elora bhi 

Eiffel tower ,  Ranakpur Jain Mandir 

aur Pyramid bhi .

Yaheen Kashi bhi,

 Vrindavan  bhi,

 Puri aur Ayodhya bhi

Yaheen Trimbkeshwar

Kanchi bhi aur hai  Tirupati teerath  ,

Kahin Jao  ,

Jahaan jaao, 

Yahi raahein,

Yahi rasta ..

Yaheen  dekhoge khandahar  Martand ke 

Surya Mandir ke,

Yaheen tau Harwan hai ghar jahaan tha Nagarjun ka , 

Jahaan ki eint tilein  bik gayi Europe ke museum ko .

Kabhi aabad dekhoge isse 

Ki jaise  bagh Mughalon ke

Kabhi veeran  jaise Sharda Devi ka mandir ho,

Yaheen aasan hai Abhinavgupt ,  Vasugupta Rishiyon ka  

 Jatashanker yaheen bole  thhay Devi Shakti Mata se

" Maha mantra hai yeh

Japa kar japa kar

 Hari om tat sat ....Hari om tat sat"

Bassi hai dhadkanon mein iss ke 

 Abh bhi  goonj Lal Ded ki

 Rishi Nund ki Sadakat bhi  

Muravat bhi

Rafaqat bhi

Sakhaawat bhi

Mohabbat bhi

Yahaan nagma bhi ,naala bhi

Andhera bhi ,ujaala bhi ,

hansee  bhi hai yaheen pe

Aur yaheen hai ashqbaari bhi..

Kabhi  barhanghi bhi hai

Kabhi   hai pardadaari bhi..

Kabhi hai chain bhi  iss se 

Kabhi  hai bekaraari bhi 

Yeh duniya kuchh nahin maana

Yehi duniya hai   pyaari bhi ...

( Avtar Mota)

In Simple English , i would say this :-

( My Heart )

(This heart of mine 

 A desert ,

An ocean as well, 

Like the Himalayan breeze

that comes down to

to embrace the  Indian Ocean.

One moment like River Ganga 

Another moment  River Yamuna

Sometimes like the grand confluence at  Prayag ,

A symbol of the civilisation of my land  ,

A passage for Hudson,  Seine and  Jhelum rivers.

The Godavari, Narmada and Chenab too flow through this passage,

Here you may see marvels of  Ajanta 

and Elora caves ,

The Eiffel Tower,

The Ranakpur Jain Temple and the great Pyramids too  .

Here lies Varanasi ,

Vrindavan,

Jaganath Puri and Ayodhya as well.

The Trimbkeshwar ,

Kanchi and the Tirupati Teertha too.

Wherever you go,

Anywhere you go ,

This is the path,

This is the way ...

Here only you  see  the ruins of the Grand Sun Temple of Martand ,

Here only lies  Harwan ,

the abode of the Buddhist sage Nagarjuna ,

The  tiles and brick of who's house were sold to the museum's of Europe.

Sometimes , you may find this heart 

blooming like a Mughal Garden 

And sometimes you find it

desolate and ruined like the Temple of Sharda goddess.

This heart , the  seat of

 Rishi Vasugupta and Abhinavgupta.

Here only Shiva spoke to goddess  Parvati,

" Keep reciting the great Mantra,

Hari Om Tat Sat

Hari Om Tat Sat" 

Even today,

this heart resonates with the 

sacred sound of Lal-Vaks,

It echoes the truthful message of Nund Rishi,

His compassion,

His generosity 

And his love.

You come across  songs of joy here,

The wails too emerge from this chamber,

The darkness and the bright light,

The smiles and the tear drops too.

Sometimes you notice  its sheer nakedness,

And sometimes the camouflage as well .

May be ,a meaningless world ,

Yet, this world alone is our darling .)

( Avtar Mota)

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