Singh Poem Quotes

आज हक़ीक़त से बढ़ के कोई फ़रियाद मांग ले, आज छत पे चड़के आसमां से चाँद मांग ले

सच है, विपत्ति जब आती है, कायर को ही दहलाती है, शूरमा नहीं विचलित होते, क्षण एक नहीं धीरज खोते, विघ्नों को गले लगाते हैं, काँटों में राह बनाते हैं।

क्यों बेमतलब सी बातों मे तुम मतलब ढूँढा करते हो, कुछ बेमतलब सी बातों को बेमतलब ही रहने दो

प्रासादों के कनकाभ शिखर, होते कबूतरों के ही घर, महलों में गरुड़ ना होता है, कंचन पर कभी न सोता है. रहता वह कहीं पहाड़ों में, शैलों की फटी दरारों में. होकर सुख-समृद्धि के अधीन, मानव होता निज तप क्षीण, सत्ता किरीट मणिमय आसन, करते मनुष्य का तेज हरण. नर वैभव हेतु लालचाता है, पर वही मनुज को खाता है. चाँदनी पुष्प-छाया मे पल, नर भले बने सुमधुर कोमल, पर अमृत क्लेश का पिए बिना, आताप अंधड़ में जिए बिना, वह पुरुष नही कहला सकता, विघ्नों को नही हिला सकता. उड़ते जो झंझावतों में, पीते जो वारि प्रपातो में, सारा आकाश अयन जिनका, विषधर भुजंग भोजन जिनका, वे ही फानिबंध छुड़ाते हैं, धरती का हृदय जुड़ाते हैं.

मेरी कविता क्या है! सच्चाई के दो मोती हैं; एक खुशी की परछाईं का एक दर्द की गहराई का -- विकास प्रताप सिंह 'हितैषी

Respect your grief. For, if there is a wall within you that needs mending. It will mend it. --- Grief

Putting a few words together does not make poetry. A poem has a soul, a heart and an emotion. Even a Haiku is meaningless without a soul.

Great stories are not the ones which have great people in them. Great stories are the ones which have ordinary people, willing to do great things.

I love you. The kind, where you are still you. And I am, still me.

With laughter and mirth spent in the shadows of a good company. Of friends and family. May your nights be spent. May all your nights be spent. --- Good times.

Bhagat Singh revered Lajpat Rai as a leader. But he would not spare even Lajpat Rai, when, during the last years of his life, Lajpat Rai turned to communal politics. He then launched a political-ideological campaign against him. Because Lajpat Rai was a respected leader, he would not publicly use harsh words of criticism against him. And so he printed as a pamphlet Robert Browning’s famous poem, ‘The Lost Leader,’ in which Browning criticizes Wordsworth for turning against liberty. The poem begins with the line ‘Just for a handful of silver he left us.’ A few more of the poem’s lines were: ‘We shall march prospering, not thro’ his presence; Songs may inspirit us, not from his lyre,’ and ‘Blot out his name, then, record one lost soul more.’ There was not one word of criticism of Lajpat Rai. Only, on the front cover, he printed Lajpat Rai’s photograph!

The prose-poems of the Japji envelop us by opening our third eye to the experience of concrete manifestations of nature, the overall circle of light, which shone in the nimbus, which people saw around Nanak’s face, lit up by the shimmering glow of the flame which burnt inside him. It

i bring my kiasu friend to the airport leavings are never easy, not for long and though we both saw blur along the way memories flooded present tensions. in the curry of his life no lemak remained so now the predictable exit signalled the end of his roundings, his bombings– he can bluff like hell, ma, he got style– and left me thinking about home, my kampong.

In my book, there is an unfinished poem- and I never had a chance to put a full stop because your faded image still exists in the little world of mine. A poem never ends until the tears of a poet dry out - and sadly I could neither find the eraser to rub off your image nor could I find the pen to put a full stop because of my blurry vision," ~Sahaana [Walking Across the London Bridge]

~We were here~ We were here years ago Dusk swept away the white day departing monotonous sun to sleep “You came out of abyss or on High?” The scent of her willingness breasts I breathe ! Eyes closed ! Naked bodies sailed in colour, sound and smell her swan-like arms coiled The shadowy light of lamp the flamboyant bits of dying coal sighed in air Blood depurated the tawny flesh of bodies Beside on a table words scattered like flock of birds grief, dejection and melancholy b r o k e n bones of free verse In contrivance of our sweetest submission words rupture; secret message deciphered unrhymed metamorphosed to rhymes they read our skins like first love poem besotted in warm delighted air flying high as kite You were coaxed to sing in flow; I danced wobbly Wary sky above the roof ceased in our devout brittle embrace.

You are just a bundle of energy. Welcome to the REAL world!

Hidden truths: 1. You already have a partner in success. 2. Your partner is the living Universe! 3. Acknowledging your partner is fundamental to your wellbeing. 4. You communicate with the Universe through your feelings or emotions.

Deepak Chopra, an authority in mind-body medicine, identified these issues in his bestselling book, The Seven Spiritual Laws of Success, saying ‘no debt in the universe ever goes unpaid.

Eighteenth-century German poet and philosopher, Wolfgang Von Goethe wrote: Nature understands no jesting; she is always true, always serious, always severe; she is always right, and the errors and faults are always those of man. The man incapable of appreciating her, she despises and only to the apt, the pure, and the true, does she resign herself and reveal her secrets.

The Secret to Creating Affluence A young man went to the forest and said to his spiritual master, ‘I want to have unlimited wealth, to help and heal the world. What is the secret to wealth?’ The spiritual master said, ‘There are two Goddesses that reside in the heart of every human being: the Goddess of WEALTH and the Goddess of KNOWLEDGE’. ‘Although you love both, you must pursue one of them to the exclusion of the other. Pursue her, love her, and give her your attention. Understand that only the Goddess of Wealth can give you wealth, and you may pursue only one Goddess, not both’. ‘But, here is the secret: If you pursue the Goddess of Wealth, she will be pleased with you because she loves to be chased. The more you pursue her the more she will elude you. However, if you pursue the Goddess of KNOWLEDGE, the Goddess of WEALTH will become extremely jealous and pay more attention to you. In fact, the more you seek the Goddess of Knowledge, the more the Goddess of Wealth will seek you. She will never leave you. She will constantly shower you with material blessings just to win your attention, and the wealth you desire will be yours forever’. Adapted from (Chopra, 1993)

You are living and working in a dynamic global marketplace that leaves little room for error. In future, only those individuals whose beliefs are sound, in harmony with the laws of the universe, and have been integrated with their behavior, will emerge as real winners. (Proctor 2011)

Walking past Flinders, still remember that day (28th Oct)...my walk was heavy, vision blurry. I saw my body floating on Yarra. Written this poem years back but never got the courage to share it publicly. --

My second crush, don’t know, who you are, by thinking of you, my day pass. The things, the things, the things changed, forgot the first, second begins. The second crush, my second crush, don’t know who you are, but, by thinking of you, my day pass. Who you are, i don’t know, but seeing you shed tears. My feelings drop, water stops, in my eyes. The things, the things, the things changed. I fall in love, are you goddess or what. As i came near you, my heart beat rise. Want to stop my legs, but they attracts. Like your tears attract the sand, when they are falling on land. My heart, my heart, my heart beat rise, you came, you came, you are closer to my eyes. I see tears fallen on the ground, my love rotating around you round and round. Now, you are the first, you are the last, that i told you my sweet heart. When i see you first time, it was my last time, to fall in love, my dear valentine. The second crush, my second crush, don’t know who you are, but, by thinking of you, my day pass. The things, the things, the things changed. Now, crush end, time spend, love start, now, you are my life part.:-)

When things go wrong as they sometimes will, When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill. When the funds are low and the debts are high, And you want to smile, but you have to sigh. When care is pressing you down a bit, Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.

Success is as predictable as the sun rising in the east and setting in the west.

There is only one success – to be able to spend your life in your own way. ~ Christopher Morley

intrinsically

Grief is like a perennial stream that flows unaffected, as the layers of glacier that sit within our hearts get thicker each moment.

Her laugh was coy, the kind the ruined write poems about.

Thought of a person is like his soul Where his body is the dress of his soul And language is the dress of his thought. - Mirror Thoughts” ― Maninder Singh writer

What a coincidence ! To get drunk you and I, I disappear in clouds of memories And dreams with my whole body Where you just drink that bitter water In a glass bottle, sitting on the sofa In your room and in those clouds My whole body, slowly slowly flies, Like a feather, like a free bird Wherever she wants to fly. - A Thought - You And I (I) - Maninder Singh writer

Like honey, like cucumber That interest is which cures ones From deep inside of one’s heart And which is impalpable. - A Feeling - A Thought - Maninder Singh writer

Thinking If you think you are beaten, you are If you think you dare not, you don’t, If you like to win, but you think you can’t It is almost certain you won’t. If you think you’ll lose, you’ve lost For out of the world we find, Success begins with a fellow’s will It’s all in the state of mind. If you think you are outclassed, you are You’ve got to think high to rise, You’ve got to be sure of yourself before You can ever win a prize. Life’s battles don’t always go To the stronger or faster man, But soon or late the man who wins Is the man WHO THINKS HE CAN! ~ Walter D. Wintle

But know this. This life, it breathes in duality. Your now[s] are an imminent tomorrow[s].

Seek the ones you love. --- Only therapy.

Allow your old love to hold your hands and guide you to a new love. --- Evolution.

As I said to you, Your drinking that bitter water Where I drink through my ears Those songs to go, to disappear Into those clouds of memories and dreams, I see them with my heart in my eyes To feel them, to listen Slow beats of my heart. What a coincidence ! To get drunk you and I… - A Thought - You And I (II) - Maninder Singh writer

Like sweet honey or bitter gourd Those memories are in the life of a person With the flow of time and situation, Their come and creation is incredible. - Amassing Memories - Maninder Singh writer

Just do the work with your complete Heart and mind every day and let it To flow in the time river and follow it. - Maninder Singh ( - Maninder Singh writer )

Flute of Breath Dusky condolence Today i 'll sing you My Sighs