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Who,A Poem

A Beautiful Poem By Shri Aurbindo

Shri Aurbindo born in calcutta,was A Indian Philosopher,Poet,And Guru.

He Was Also Nominated For Nobel Prize.

In the blue of the sky, in the green of the forest, 

Whose is the hand that has painted the glow? 

When the winds were asleep in the womb of the ether, 

Who was it roused them and bade them to blow?

He is lost in the heart, in the cavern of Nature, 

He is found in the brain where He builds up the thought: 

In the pattern and bloom of the flowers He is woven, 

In the luminous net of the stars He is caught. 

In the strength of a man, in the beauty of woman, 

In the laugh of a boy, in the blush of a girl; 

The hand that sent Jupiter spinning through heaven, 

Spends all its cunning to fashion a curl. 

There are His works and His veils and His shadows; 

But where is He then? by what name is He known? 

Is He Brahma or Vishnu? a man or a woman? 

Bodies or bodiless? twin or alone? 

We have love for a boy who is dark and resplendent, 

A woman is lord of us, naked and fierce. 

We have seen Him a-muse on the snow of the mountains, 

We have watched Him at work in the heart of the spheres. 

We will tell the whole world of His ways and His cunning; 

He has rapture of torture and passion and pain; 

He delights in our sorrow and drives us to weeping, 

Then lures with His joy and His beauty again. 

All music is only the sound of His laughter, 

All beauty the smile of His passionate bliss; 

Our lives are His heart-beats, our rapture the bridal 

Of Radha and Krishna, our love is their kiss. 

He is strength that is loud in the blare of the trumpets, 

And He rides in the car and He strikes in the spears; 

He slays without stint and is full of compassion; 

He wars for the world and its ultimate years.



In the sweep of the worlds, in the surge of the ages, 

Ineffable, mighty, majestic and pure, 

Beyond the last pinnacle seized by the thinker 

He is throned in His seats that for ever endure. 

The Master of man and his infinite Lover, 

He is close to our hearts, had we vision to see; 

We are blind with our pride and the pomp of our passions, 
We are bound in our thoughts where we hold ourselves free. 

It is He in the sun who is ageless and deathless, 

And into the midnight His shadow is thrown; 

When darkness was blind and engulfed within darkness, 

He was seated within it immense and alone.

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Clementine Von Radics 2

2.पेश है Clementine Von Radics की कविता के कुछ अंश

When you are 13 years old, 

the heat will be turned up too high

and the stars will not be in your favor. 

You will hide behind a bookcase

with your family and everything left behind. 

You will pour an ocean into a diary. 

When they find you, you will be nothing

but a spark above a burning bush, 

still, tell them

Despite everything, I really believe people are good at heart.

There will always being those 

who say you are too young and delicate 

to make anything happen for yourself. 

They don’t see the part of you that smolders.

Don’t let their doubting drown out the sound 

of your own heartbeat.

You are the first drop of a hurricane.

Your bravery builds beyond you. You are needed

by all the little girls still living in secret, 

writing oceans made of monsters and

throwing like lightening.

You don’t need to grow up to find greatness.

You are stronger than the world has ever believed you to be.

The world laid out before you to set on fire.

All you have to do

is burn.

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Clementine Von Radics 1

क्लेमेंटाइन वोन रेदिक्स(Clememtine Von Radics) मेरे लिए एक नया नाम था,जब परिचय हुआ तो उनकी एक कविता पढने को मिली “Mouthful of Forevers.जैसे ही ये पढ़ी,लगा की और पढ़नी चाहिए,शब्दों का सटीक चयन और मानो फीलिंग्स को पोएट्री में घोल दिया गया हो।

उनकी दो खुबसूरत पोइम्स शेयर कर रहा हूँ नीचे,लेकिन पहले परिचय।

वोन रेदिक्स अभी सिर्फ 26 साल की हैं और सोशल साईट tumblr पर बहुत पढ़ी भी जाती हैं,उनकी कविता के नाम पे ही एक किताब भी आयी The mouthful of Forevers जो अमेज़न पर बेस्टसेलर भी रही।

वोन रेदिक्स की पोइम्स में प्यार,टीन एजेर्स,जीवन की खूबसूरती के बारे बार बार ज़िक्र होता है,

1.उनकी पहली पोईम Mouthful Of Forevers

I am not the first person you loved.

You are not the first person I looked at

with a mouthful of forevers. We

have both known loss like the sharp edges

of a knife. We have both lived with lips

more scar tissue than skin. Our love came

unannounced in the middle of the night.

Our love came when we’d given up

on asking love to come. I think

that has to be part

of its miracle.

This is how we heal.

I will kiss you like forgiveness. You

will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms

will bandage and we will press promises

between us like flowers in a book.

I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat

on your skin. I will write novels to the scar

of your nose. I will write a dictionary

of all the words I have used trying

to describe the way it feels to have finally,

finally found you.

And I will not be afraid

of your scars.

I know sometimes

it’s still hard to let me see you

in all your cracked perfection,

but please know:

whether it’s the days you burn

more brilliant than the sun

or the nights you collapse into my lap

your body broken into a thousand questions,

you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

I will love you when you are a still day.

I will love you when you are a hurricane

अगली पोइम अगले पोस्ट में…………….