Somdutt Jangir - thoughts

Diwali the fest of victory over the evil, the fest of lights and joy, the fest of prosperity and parity, the fest of likes and loves illuminates and infuses in us the charm, zeal and vigor to do even more, to live more and to outshine all the bright and brilliances around us. It would not be hyperbolic to say that every year it immaculately does lit up our lives for better hopes and opportunities. It strengthens our bonds, relations and beliefs. We all refer to it as get together and to bridging the abyss between families and among friends. It provides a great platform to address the differences of thoughts, feelings and attitudes from the past months and days. It’s a lovely feeling altogether to celebrate Diwali. People can re-live their lives for this happy and auspicious experience. They travel thousands of miles out or in India to be with their families and friends just to have the feel, taste and jest of it. They surpass their worries of expenses and expenditures because they w

Soul is just like the sun Soul and the sun born together Origin abode and time unknown Who can doubt the existence of the twin? Soul plays blissfully on us as the sun It makes us its mask while Playing or wandering in the earthly beings When it seeks the rest; it casts a dark In our existence just as the sun Having got rest all become lazy and dull A small break makes smart and full Such plight is of soul and the sun They rise from rest in new dawn And start their routine They grow and grow unto the reappearance Soul lives in the world as the sun Both delight us without their gain

Every day we all call and cry Time None of us know about its crime and shrine All work under the power of Time Only time can do anything as thine and shine Time changes everything of past and present River alters its way and storm moves aside By the magic of time It controls the entire universe Man, God and devil can’t affect it by any charms Time is ceaseless like nature One who walks along with or be punctual Wins all worlds desired and deserved Time can wound and waste It can heal and please If we maintain ease with it It can create and destroy Me, you and anything to anyone Time never returns but moves forward We shouldn’t proud the past but move forward.

Who doesn’t have parents? I’ve a good love of parents My father is unique In calamities gets no weak Father the great has responsibilities the more In his serious sickness needs help for sure Nevertheless, being the virtuous man, serves himself Then I sigh first on myself He encourages attaining the Eldorado the best And ignores mistakes to learn from the failures the worst He rejects to hurt anyone By weapon or tongue Be self-dependent and see expanse of the world, Do noble deeds to win over hearts, his words.

To pass through a literary work is learning Of rare kind joining joy and enduring unto The last breath promoting several beings for blessing Of knowledge; creativity, clarity of mind and heart   Travelling all over the world can’t give such enriching experience Of various sorts implied in every word and sentence and chapter Journey may cost health, wealth and times tempered brilliance Offering you nothing; meditate for a while on the matter of letter No other action should be undertaken before studies For it cherishes rest of the objects and activities of the universe It furnishes information and widens mind; I promise It strays not to the adolescence and sluggish worse To be learned it to be self confident The essential to live and to heed yearningly Jerk not your yeasty youth mere for customs obedient Keep in touch the great works of letters To encourage you with the slightest snick

Out of home out of peace Remain heart only where Someone beloved is there Without exercise of mind   Who can achieve greatness so kind? Oh! Why one is not at satiate state Having so vast world under control Hurrah! Beast is human But alas! Human is wild wolf Boasting on his narrowing erudition Really what he has is nothing! Yet he is proving high cry little wool He never accepts his faults For confession is learning But he never wants to learn He considers himself all in all And confession just submission If man succeeded so far In the field of artificiality Losing naturalness and spontaneity From out to in and in to out Affectation has grown stout Affection and love only for lust’s quench Not really adopted by heart and mind But for some purpose’s sake They only relation make Secretly they thy overtake Though you repent for their lack Blessed be thine spirit That such scoundrel’s check Not to guide but to

Is there a man who loves to depart? From his loved one’s; want to retire Pause; pause once and apply and appeal Your mind and heart kind to find retort I say hardly any of you will catch If, by chance, you get one, match Your love to me or mine to you Can you say adieu me now Who is always in your core and kernel?   I never like farewell Still I have to do with heavy heart Gulping and closing the five ports of senses To continue this linking and love forever So foolishly I say to so many my loves Not to meet for a short while Or depart not so early Live and love with me all the time But alas! Realization opens, we are here for mine Heaven or Time will satiate us, have faith Every parting thing is dear to us So is meeting deer delighting And lighting a new corner of life But O’ the thought of departure Fills eyes and heart with what I won’t tell; for your realization’s sake Love not to anyone for a single moment Or fee

Wish to be noble but to evil I turn, Surge of passions inlay make my heart burn. Long to be sober but gaiety finds favor, Faith falters and devil allures me more. Who is free from faults and life’s pangs? Why all around everyone sobs and sighs? Everywhere we hear shrill shrieks rend the skies, Why people relish finding their fellows in troubles. Shattered lay the cherished dreams of peace;   Broken among men stand bonds of sweetness. Curious we are to know what’s to happen; Life’s mysteries unrevealed remain. Veiled for us lay life’s ups and downs; Better to be ignorant what in store lies. Blessings in disguise prove miseries and pain, Sorrows serve to maintain measured motion. None but great souls steer life’s ship smoothly; Every step stifling but they move on joyfully. Adore those who fresh courage in us infuse, Glory be to those who risk all for great cause. Those indulge in things nefarious play foul, Long lived stand the deeds that a

Whenever I catch a glace around me usually I find myself in the depth of shallowness For I can’t indulge in the things or dirtiness No sympathy and infamy to mankind specially   Or when I close my eyes to gaze completely My unfathomable state of mind puzzles with sharpness And then unwillingly in full wish of stringiness Look once more around and same condition lay on alley   So, then I have to count the nameless name Of dirt of society; politics, religion, rich not working Deceitfulness, corruptness, untruthfulness and blame   And cruel caned notorious to human beings are stinging As rape, teasing, human organ commerce, no shame In laboring so young; are you not seeing?

Death you are cruel. Spare none Most dear and adorable is thy inevitability Fear me – whenever I see thy cursing activity What a sad plight you make of us, run. Do you not have thy own power these days fun? Always blames of pretentions as disease, rule, power and poverty Sometimes thou swell much on hierarchy and vitality Most painful and sorrowful thing tears that tears tone   O’ why am I scolding and apprising thee Thou are the great, a ruler, may be incredible But with distinct, you rule on the cosmos indiscriminately You might arouse envy but love to me with swarthy For being leveler you bring all to the same stable Ah! Marvelous!! You challenge the mortals (not me) obstinately.

Without a goal all become roll gall No will, no care for health and wealth Promptness and smartness never unroll Their realistic features; useful page stealth If aim is before us, with us or in mind We care for none but action day and night Hard work indefatigable for wanderer, find Moles may be obstacle but give a freshening fight   Uncertainty of capturing the targeted aim May disappoint and slow the speed but can’t astray A critic may strive to defame such one shame But true souls of sight never attach the eyelids, gay.   Live on ascending scale’s life exhausting naught, As all achievers try to be gaily despising not…

Hesitation, hesitation make me free I pray thee, please, for God’s sake! I don’t want to be in your cuddle anymore As a slave or just like a gullible boy I’ve tried every trick To get rid of thee but all in vain   Can you tell me only for your revenge? What things you don’t love and prefer to Oh! Why not my shy fellow darling How much ignorant you are who protects One’s disgustful enemies   I’ll willfully open my bosom for thee No mystery and secrecy be there, I assure believe me Oops! Would you come out please?   Yeah! Knowledge and self confidence Are the most envying foes Loneliness, solitude and one close friend A smart, sharp, skillful and active one A shameless, a mad man and an infant   I wonder if you could expose the causes O! OO!! Cunning comrade you seem to be talkative But promise not to remove the veil For these never care for me And even discard and kick me out abusing And accusing me as the impediment of prosperous

A special man of great letters in English with wit, Unique in behavior, persona and personality, sharp and smart, Full of fancy, brilliance, excellence and virtues to make hit, The world which is nasty and naught is tasty apart.   Punctual, determined and devoted to duty driving away dull, Holly heart scarcely having any ill will at length, Hark! He is intelligent in preaching what he practices practical, Experienced, learned and scholar in the school of humanities’ strength   Nameless, incomparable to anything at below, Only Heaven can bear such divine tremendously talented Hardly he wastes any moment in sloth but act; Hero! To help and serve the human-heart in society planted   Such lovely is he namely GSM beyond our head, He is worth making ideal hero as I made.

Why a body longs to embrace someone we love; Why a heart yearns to mingle with those we love. Why one is adored, loved and liked; Why one is hated, scolded and deprived.   One loves the other but sometimes cares little; One realizes later on but it’s too late, For former is married, later is not But both always eloquently keen to society as they deserve   Company of both a solitary solitude to open their bosom seek Such circumstances occur; they don’t even a single glimpse glance Then a number of woeful tales my tears tell Why a heart strives and yearns to mix with others?   Neither be late nor too hasty in affairs of love, Patience and fondness kindle beloved’s fair love.

One year is passed and another is approached Nay, one day is over and other is soar Oh! Alas! How the days pass one by one, ‘coached’ Someday I myself will be no more To enjoy the jolly spring and winter But I pray the Almighty to sting with Him (My physical presence may be neglected but not printer) My name across the seas and lands with brim Though Time will vindicate to fame or defame Yet my endeavors will surely favor to help time Can a tranquil baby suck his mother’s tame? Even Heaven stoop to peep into virtuous mime   Marvelous! Bravo! The assurance of my long being Tends me to noble deeds which all merrily can sing!

Think not of chill penury, Poverty is a deadly disease Patient has more pains and tortures to mind and physique No time table of functions; no rest apart please Aids, Cancer and leprosy are the poor’s friends unique   I capture all idle ones who waste time in sloth Once who is under arrested can’t get rid of So easily, can an old be young again? Take oath To work hard, I warn else face my awe   My dear victim object is the poor lover of me Tries again and again to beguile and overtake stealthily Like an officious fool half blush to me He gains a profit of my munificence wrathfully   How shall I say he wins disgustingly somehow? (As he can but with an active and smart being) To whom I would make humble and innocent cow To tease me; under my possession he challenges the king!

A great deal of days has passed of life Without fulfilling even a single aspire Ambition always arouses ambition full of tempest like A dream-Bard’s imagination lastly nightmare How many a day since birth misused me in sloth Cheated my affection to affectation counseling none Beguile of time in my loftiness has become both Tension and impediment of life, summon.   My diligence is not pruned by observations but confuted Too much at large, not taken for granted and believed I swallowed the flashy discourse and conference, be muted, Of less consideration save digestion; relieved   My repent for the past days becomes the toothless Serpent full of poison, huffs but can’t injure I plot innumerous plans in seclusion curiously case But disposition and execution of arguments are checked sure   What a pitiable thing is life Not even indulgence of love seems in its course I for myself will love the life Then less tedious and more enjoyable will be its

Nameless virtues are gifted to my ideal by Heaven Hardly any human being is devoted to the others’ welfare Managing every moment of the day to help someone Scarcely has he wasted the time in sloth and fair   He is scholar, genuine genius and exquisite at heart Does in gossips and disputes he present? No, in service Of humans and fellow comrades or his disciples apart For he has a pure soul in healthy heart and head; nourish   First splendor of the sun is visible in his eyes Full moon surrounded with countless bright stars at mind West wind in his voice swiftly but with serenity flies Such is my ideal namely HRI a part of divined   He is unique and special in behave with thine, So, a passion, fancy, love for him in heart of mine.

Laugh, laugh, and laugh On my gullibility of world, O Time! And if only I knew how overcome it, I’d be thy tamer.   O well for the businesspersons’ chap That he cheats his customers at sale O well for the politicians’ lad   That he exploits the passions of public And the poor are trampled on Till their death under the rule But O! For the catch of the onward moving time   And desire for love that is still. Giggle, giggle and giggle At the fickleness and idleness of mine, O Time! But the tender grace of the days that is ahead Will surely be under my grip; listen to me!

There is no desired response from anyone To whom you may consider your fast kinsman No one will respond thee passionately Have not distilled or indigestible   I know, you yourself have more fancy To him who speaks with thee, unsympathetically The crucial is not he but the Time to both That checks everything to make man cruel or crude   If it let someone to rejoice, adverse to other May its darkness drift thee in the company! And being darkened dark impact thy spirit The same re-torture thee still get   Try to scan the origin of feelings claimed To surmount, else misunderstanding will be retained.

When you conquer a peak of a mountain From the peak; do you encourage or disappoint The mountaineer who too as you wants to attain Or proud and talk only conquerors without practitioner joint Having got fruits tree bends and river flows For the advancements of others or for us the sun shines. However, Man is such a selfish giant that he slows All the works only for advantages of self as fines   Have a merciful eye on the expectation Don’t consider yourself all in all, You, yourself, are part of the knowledge limitation Empathize with all, for death is last station for you and all.   Try to have a human heart to help helpless Don’t make distinctions of high and low; may God bless!

What is meant for the sake of man; not money? Mad man or bird or animal may be, not genius. Some lovers may excel their love for each other’s harmony Or blood relation or near and dear, may be serious.   Except those one can’t help pondering mere for help. If one gets favor of, he is lucky extremely,   Or not, Misfortune has discovered him; you help, Try to tempt whom who can save life, certainly.   In the lack of money all things become tiny For man’s petty goals may be several, but money is main. Without it he scarcely feels himself shinny Amuse not at him but to destiny; all is vain.   Don’t make a fun of diplomats and politicians, Administrators and bureaucrats; all are money’s musicians.

Do you feel for a full moment fairly furious-sad? Do you look forward towards wealthy a healthy help here? Don’t torture, torment and terrify to thee by this add, As, inequality; on this planet, exists since long as chair.   Who creates differences between mans; God! O’ nay, He, himself, is cannibal from a long ago, Whence he had got genuine genius to compete ray, He supports his own flesh to heir but to low.   All creatures do something as breathing, eating, Drinking, sheltering and toiling in their lives. Their way of doing things may be differentiating,   Them, but at last they are living lives.   Don’t rebuke or hurt at heart to anyone, Only help and empathize to such lovely one.

To compare you on ground with the planet Is just to compare the sun with a candle that burns Most charming your outlook runs Inspiring and stimulating to the sluggish that hate Moving world, adjoins self pessimistic fate Loses lightening and sparkling of jolly humans Starts shirking, becomes parasite and burdens To dynamic useful socialistic; problems create   If frustrated man sees you and your spectacle Have faith; becomes that very moment optimistic and fast Indulges in heroic deeds and crosses the obstacle Of his negativity and surrounding cast Would that you guide all world can happen a miracle I, with your help, hope world will change to long last.

Can a man short of resources and mental peace Achieve the learning so noble? Lying lazy Can without hard labor one get gain desirable piece? Isn’t it true to acquire and conquer by being crazy? Of those peculiar things Why one envies others for the hard earned mentality Rationality, wit, intellect and brilliant wings Why one frustrates, exhausts when oneself never works for immortality? If you’ve envy and frustration turn them Into love and excitement; be active Now see the alteration’s double fold game One: you hired what you lacked, wanted so sportive Two: You become the Great, everyone’s matter of talk and dream For some beacon; divine and holy, for some I won’t tell; think, be selective.

How fast time flies! Stop, Stop!! O’ dear!!! Have me with you; don’t let me tumble down From your great height into the abyss of passed past dead I’m vital, make me virtuous vital forever; promising your company Learn some sympathy and have some pity on mortals I approve you’re the divine, sacred; never take the reverse course But forward to forward you march fast Competing with yourself covering the capture of alarming flesh Being so great yet having afraid at heart Never give anyone preference or negligence Always remain indifferent, secular and steadfast But could I, if you would, implore; accept me your mate Allow me to be with you forever and ever Teach me your all tracts’ tact, acts and facts Enable me to roam with you Sometimes, probably faster than you So, I can help by opening before you What lies next and the next I’d adore you more if you assure me Thy great, true and the best friendship But if you ignore my offer half consciously I

Some are lucky some are not. Some are born with silver spoon in mouth others are not. Some are born rich, some have richness gifted to them and some achieve it. We see all categorical status when it comes to money. No money to okay to manage are as per me poor, Okay to manage to those who can spend extra but with limits are middle class and those who have no count of their money are   the rich. Most of us fall under the first two classes; therefore, we know the importance of money. Money creates magic. It makes the entire circus around us. It is the only thing people have started associating our standard of living with. It, therefore, becomes very crucial that we strive to be somewhere in the parenthesis (poor to rich) from nowhere. It’s in a way very good as we all live the life actively and come out of our laziness to accumulate wealth. It’s the best if taken for healthy competition among the societies. We will be more inventive, innovative, creative, and supportive in the life

How many of us feel under pressure? What is it and why we suffer of it? Is it a mental state? Is it over commitment or over confidence of doing or getting something done and then fear of losing on it for some reasons? Most probably it's tension of the fear rising from the unexpected occurrence/s. It's something which others put you under for no specified reasons most of the time. It could be as simple as that of between you and your casual friend talking over a subject and you accidentally reveal one of the very secret talk to him/her, and when you realize what you spoke, makes you ponder and tense of that and the friend must not leak it to anyone. This is a forceful thought which worries and pressures you to surrender to a certain extent. You start thinking of keeping your casual friend happy for no reason but slip of tongue. Now, it's your casual friend who makes it final that s/he is going to keep the secret a secret and frees you of your anxieties. If s/he wishes other

We’ve lost so much into money making that we have forgotten our own identity. We see nothing of more value except money. I should get money I don’t care what it takes me to make it. I’ve least to bother about others or the world around me. If I plan to ponder on the society surrounding me for a minute I foresee no benefits, advantages and interests which can pay me back handsomely, therefore, why to waste time; I better use it for accumulating wealth. Once I’ve enough money, people start seeing me as an affluent; I’ll become charitable. I may open or encourage some NGOs or other welfare organizations and have my name in the books of the most humanist, merciful and caring people worldwide. Or let me own planes, islands, rivers, mountains and lands first, I’ll think of all pitiful things i.e. poor, needy, crumpled and crippled later. I, myself, am very much needy currently as I still need to account for a trip to the moon. If there is a very beautiful place on the moon I should own it.

It's very hard to reciprocate feelings in a relationship. It's almost impossible to master the art of reciprocation. This is because no two persons can think alike all time in terms of momentary or static thoughts. It's surprising to learn that even though people live in the same environment, place, culture and have upbringing etc. in the same house, yet they will differ every now and then in their thinking, feelings, emotions, attitudes and approach towards the life. All siblings will have different kind of respect for each other irrespective of their age, even though they are twins, they tend not to match in their feelings or emotions. Emotions are felt not perceived. The one who can master the emotions can control the world around. We seldom understand the real feelings of others attached to us or an object. We very often mistake to have understood it all. We go on with our perception or assumption caring little of the actual feeling that might need a completely un

Fate is a very interesting subject to talk about for so many reasons. There are many school of thoughts, philosophies, myths, beliefs, conventions and cultures that we encounter everyday. All have their own ways of looking at it. Their approach towards it is sometimes nostalgic, sometimes exulting, and sometimes indifferent. Some people believe in Fate and luck, others don't. There is a lot said and written about it as well. Almost all the paradoxical thoughts and arguments are nicely addressed. However, they have not yet been able to uproot it from the minds of the people. People are still lingering with it. We hear the phrase that man is creator of his own destiny. Luck or fate is a weapon and pretext of the weak and the poor. There is a saying that hard work is pioneer to luck. All the workaholic people ought to be lucky then (healthy, wealthy and wise), shouldn't they? Do you really find all the diligent ones prosperous? Do you think everyone gets paid his/her due deserv

Several times in life we see a very big contrast in so many things i.e. when we want to be recognized no one cares & knows us and when almost everyone knows us, we hide ourselves. I've been trying to understand it for a long time now. I see nothing except the paradox that there is no more love until it hurts. We seldom notice the facts behind a dream and reality. A dream takes us in a visionary world which is adorable and heavenly. I've hardly encountered anybody who is not beguiled by this opulent planet of mind and heart. Some people call it oblivion. Whatever you call it, it's the only world where you can be by yourself. Here you can meditate, play, sing, paint, enact, teach, preach, lead, follow, order, surrender, love, hate, admire, criticize, live and die the way you want, like and recommend. Once you're out of it, you're in the real world. The reality is completely different than the dream. It conforms your existence. It sets values for you. It's