Yuva kendra

jaisa mere bhai logo ne kaha

mil gaye mujhe selfless friend,
life me aaya ek naya trend,
Money huya banned,
vicharo ko nahi karte bend,
Monday ko sab karte hai attend,
so see you there then..........

With regards,
Neeraj

तुम आए हो!! (tum aaye ho)

हिन्दी भाषा में !!!!!

तुम आये हो
लागे! फ़रिश्ता बनकर आए हो
जीवन में नई उमंगें आई हो.....

सुखा था जीवन हमारा
पत-ज्ह्र्र का मौसम था छाया
लागे! बंजर ज़मीन की आस जगाई हो
जीवन में मेरे नई तरंग आई हो.....

बहने लगे है फिरसे जरने
कलियाँ भी खिल-खिलाई
हवा में जुमे है भवरे
लागे! बसंत ऋतू है आई.....

तुम आए हो
लागे! फ़रिश्ता बनकर आए हो
जीवन में नई उमंगें आई हो.....

In English Font

Tum aaye ho
Laage! Farishta bankar aye ho
Jeevan me nayi umange laayi ho.....

Sukha tha jeevan humara
Pat-jarg ka mausam tha chaya
Laage! Banjar zameen ki aas jagayi ho
Zeevan me mere nayi tarang aayi ho.....

Behne lage hai firse jarne
Kaliyaa bhi khil-khilayi
Hawa me joome hai bhaware
Laage! Basant ritu hai aayi.....

Tum aaye ho
Laage! Farishta bankar aye ho
Jeevan me nayi umange aayi ho.....

sketches series 2

Thinking about old gold days of life........

Aakhen bhi hoti hai dil ki jubban
(Eyes say more than words)

ख्वाब इट्स मी(khwaab its me)

हिन्दी भाषा में!!!
कहा था उसने ख्वाब इट्स मी........
पर जाने कहा है वोह अभी........
वोह जो थी मेरी दीवानी........
जिसे मैंने ना जाना........
जनता न था कि कभी यह होगी जिंदगानी........
बन जायेगी मेरी एक कहानी........

कहा था उसने ख्वाब इट्स मी........
अब कहता हु लेट्स सी........
जगता हु रात सारी........
घूमा हु गली गली........
पर मिलती नही तू कही........
सोचता हु तोह सुनता हु ख्वाब इट्स मी........

कभी कभी लगता है........
पा लिया हो तुझे दिल कहता है मुझे........
सब आपना सा लगने लगता है........
जो आँखे बंद करता हु........
तोह तुम कहती हो ख्वाब इट्स मी........

In English Font

kaha tha usne khwaab its me........
par jane kaha hai woh abhi........
woh jo thi meri deewani........
janta na tha ki kabhi yeh hogi jindagani........
ban jayegi meri ek kahani........

kaha tha usne khwaab its me........
ab kahta hu lets see........
jagta hu raat saree........
ghooma hu gali gali........
par milti na tu kahi........
sochta hu toh sunta hu khwaab its me........

kabhi kabhi lagta hai........
paa liye ho tujhe dil kahta hai mujhe........
sab aapna sa lagne lagta hai........
jo aakhe band karta hu........
toh tum kahti ho khwaab its me........

आज बारिश में.....(Aaj barish me)

हिन्दी भाषा में!!
आज बारिश में झूम रहा हु........
जैसे आसमान में पतंग!!!!
आज खुशी में झूम रहा हु........
जैसे सागर में उठी तरंग!!!!
आज यादो में तुमसे मिल रहा हु........
जैसे रंगोली के रंग!!!!
आज बारिश में झूम रहा हु........
जैसे आसमान में पतंग!!!!

बारिश गई तो धुप है आयी........
रौशनी की किरणे है छाई!!!!
जाने कैसी है ये किरणे छाई........
आसमान को संग है लाई!!!!
आखो में है नरमी छाई........
फ़िर बारिश की याद है आयी!!!!
बारिश गई पर धुप है आयी........
बीती यादें जो संग है लाई!!!!

In English Font

Aaj barish me jhoom raha hu........
Jaise aasmaan me patang!!!!
Aaj khushi me jhoom raha hu........
Jaise sagar me uthi tarang!!!!
Aaj yaado mein tumse mil raha hu........
Jaise rangoli ke rang!!!!
Aaj barish me jhoom raha hu........
Jaise aasmaan me patang!!!!

Barish gayi to Dhoop hai aayee........
Roshni ki kirane hai chaayee!!!!
Jaane kesi se hai yeh kirane chaayee........
Aasma ko sang hai laayee!!!!
Aakho me hai narmi chayee........
Fir barish ki yaad hai aayee!!!!
Barish gayi par Dhoop hai aayee........
Beeti yaadein sang jo hai laayee!!!!

My Sketches

Never say bye say Hi!!

A portrait of a gloom!!!!

Love needs no Words!!!

Close your eyes and Look the another world full of happiness!!!

An eskimo



Regards
Neeraj Gupta

Exploring the frontiers of consciousness

An article from spiritual tree

Spirituality in concise # 8

The mystic lived on a mountain top. The scholar had great difficulty in climbing the mountain. As soon as the question was asked, the master handed the academic a delicious peach. When it had been eaten by the scholar, the master asked whether he would like another. The scholar ate the second peach. Then the mystic asked: "Are you interested in where this peach was grown?" "No," said the scholar.

That is your answer about my system, said the master.

Now very few people try to explore the frontiers of their consciousness. Their pleasure-seeking passion never permits them to sit quietly, wrote Soren Kierkegaard. Despite being a religious writer, he revolted against traditional religiosity. Agreeing with what Kierkegaard thought, William James, the father of paranormal psychology opined that religion was like a thin verbal oil slick floating atop the deep ocean of mysticism.

Mysticism is the purest form of psyche where the consciousness is not even aware of its existence. It is a non-physical connectivity with the superior cosmic intelligence. It is a flight of alone to the alone. The most beautiful experience we can have is that of the mysterious. He to whom the emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead, wrote Albert Einstein. The tragedy is that technology has replaced mysticism from all spheres of life.

Technology, by offering us material benefits, has erased transcendence and mysticism from our lives. We are becoming spiritually bankrupt. Since mysticism is a kind of spontaneous revelation, it is always solo. The result is that mystics are always looked upon as outsiders and marginalized by society. Mystics also never make an effort to organize themselves and release a manifesto for the media. It is a silent revolution, where the transformation takes place only in an individual soul. One can never achieve this transformation by proxy.

Any event is interpreted on the basis of cause and effect theory. For the mystic, however, we find that an inexplicable law is working which has nothing to do with the theories or teachings we have evolved.

What is mysticism? Is it a call of the beyond? A message from nowhere or just a state of `no mind', which defies definition? Maybe it's a free zone which has nothing to do with codified religions. Ramakrishna Paramhans was a unique mystic. Everyday, taking flowers and Bel leaves in hand, he would touch his own head, chest, in fact the whole body including the feet and then offer them at Kali's feet. At other times, with eyes and chest flushed, he would move like a drunkard, with tottering steps from his seat to the throne of the Goddess, touch her chin as a sign of endearment and begin to sing, talk or even dance. Similarly, Lal Ded, the Kashmir poet, left her home and took to the life of a wandering recluse living in caves, going about in a semi-nude state.

Mysticism is the strength of primordial psychology. It's better called ontology ^ the science of self. It is a science and journey of human becoming from being. Technology is still a toddler and yet technology quite isomorphically makes tall claims that finally it will surpass cosmic laws. Technology has destroyed transcendence from our reality-map with no concern about the existence of a higher reality, the one that's with neither beginning nor end.

Regards

Neeraj Gupta