Jina chahta hun!
Shaant chit jharna sum, paschataap asru ka bahna, sad-maargi ko achchha lagta hai!
Shaam ki pahli taara, ujaale ki pahli chaand, mujhe achhaa lagta hai.
Aangan me pahli khusian, mausam ki pahli barsha, pichhron ka pahla hashna, bichron ka pahla milna, Jodi sneh daampatya, sab, mujhe achchhaa lagta hai.
Mujhe achhaa lagta hai, jab samay sikh maanab ko de, aastik dharam bachaa paaye, jab samay ruke biron ke path, parlay ho dharam hatya par, bahut achhaa lagta hai. Rah dekhta rahta hun; in sabke hit men; kar sakun kuch inki seva! Achha lagta hai.
Pushp raj se bhanwar mukti, basant priye ke pad grahan, pashu raj ki chingharen mujhe achchha lagta hai. Pyase ko paani milna, dhairya tod ichhaa ki dhaara, mann ke baithe mail ka bahna, pagal men sneh daamptya parakhna, mujhe achhaa lagta hai.
Shant rain path nind lok ke, paurush ka gir-gir chadhna, tyag-tyag bas chhama daan, yahi hardik priye lagta hai. Ishki ki raksha ki aasha men, jita hun, jina chahta hun!
Bizz
Kal aayega, phir se kahne, milkar gaayen; jhume hansh len.
Kise pataa, kal kaun milega; kiske din ho, kiske sapne.
Puri baat, sunane apni; main na hunga, tab in sab mein.
Kal ki, sayad yahi khabar hai; ham sab ko, khone ka daar hai.
Aasha ki, ghanghor ghata mein; paaoge, mujhko bas apne.
Paane ki, kishko mili khabar thi; paaya jo, ab tak banjar tha.
Upaj huyee, kiski kheti thi; panap- panap, ankur badhte hain.
Shor sharaba, kal dekhi thi; ab kab tak tum, shor karoge.
Bund oosh ki, nahin dubh hai; mujhko hi, galiyon, dhundhoge.
Miloon nahin par, Bizz mile toh; sach- sach pran lo, tum bo doo ge.
Anna Tyag
Subah maati sungha karta hun, dophar khud san jaata hun,
Sham, ishe chaba kar bhi; jab kabra bana dhak jaata hun.
Phir wahi subah dikhti hai jab, yah kabr swayan hi khul jaati hai.
Phir wahi sab aaj nayee kal banker, satya hai kaal ka naya dastak.
Ham maan hi jaayen mrityu hi hai satya.
To kya bhukha rah kar purna karun yah satya.
Nahin! Phir maut kahan aayee meri; jab kabra bhi naa rahte, dhara par band.
Aaj mai kis kaal ko divya kahun, aur kis kaal ko satya.
Nitya marg mere kaise, yahan agyan nirantar danshte jaate.
Vigyan bachenge kahan dhara, jab nitya gyan tap ke dyote.
Main samajh sakun yah mrityu lok, jahan anna tyag bin nahi maut!
Aadhar
Ek banata hai, dushre ka hi aadhar hai.
Dushra dwesh me, torta gaya.
Madmaata pahla, phir bana raha.
Dushre ki agyanta, aham se hai bhara.
Wo mit raha hai aap me, dayniye dasha.
Ek ko aah hua, khud diga para.
Chur hai wo dard mei, pran khara khara.
Aap mei hi aap ko, wo bator raha.
Badh gaya wah nichla, phorta ghara.
Manviye hrash kyon, dushre ki dwesh kya.
Kranti ki chaal dekh, kaundhta dhara.
Chup raha jo kaanp kaanp, bhautikta kahan!
Swabhimaan
Main hun, jabki mera apna bhi swabhimaan hai.
Mujhse jahan hai jo meri apni priya hai.
Sawarte huye swabhav bhut koi saath chura gaya.
Ham don omit gaye, par unko sawanrta hun.
Duniya banana ka, nasha paurush mera.
Saans hi hamara, gam ki jagah nasha hai.
Ek hi nahi, sanshar se bhi kab mai.
Birodh dhyan hota; to yun nahi phisalta.
Roti hui dhara kabhi, sonch bhi na aata.
Swayan bandh gaya aur; abhiman phansh gayee hai.
Abshar key aatey aatey, dhiraj na bandh rahi hai.
Ek badhkar aage, dastak lagata jaata.
Chute priye priyaa sang, wo kaal na rahaa.
Taap tibra hai washp sarv, mai kahaan bachaa.
Jahaan banaaneka; paurush khud gala khara.
Bhautiktaa ki hor choor, jahaan liye hain ham yahaan!
Ye duniya bana hai!
Ye duniya bana hai, dharti bani hai, muhabbat banega, nafrat banega.
Addaon kaa milna, najar se bicharna, palon mei jababon ka tanta rahega.
De hansh kar jo taali, vo murkar rulaa de, aankho se paani ka aana chura de.
Gamon mei koi de, badri such saara, raaton ka sona hi sona jahan kaa.
Ye duniya bana hai, dharti bani hai, muhabbat banega, nafrat banega.
Jamaane mei logon ka aana aur jaana, palon se yugoon tak ki sima ka hoga.
Gaya hansh-kar ro-kar, yaa aayaa nayaa bhi, khushi gam mei kya de, kahna hai mushkil.
Rukh hai garam par, ajuba bhara hai, najar se parakhna bhi, mumkin nahin hai.
Ye duniya bana hai, dharti bani hai, muhabbat banega, nafrat banega.
Bhukh
Kavi pankh se ur kar main, ravi paar kar jaaun.
Danabta ya kaurabta, bhautikta bhukh pachaa paaun.
Mai kabi banun, ya badh kar koi, dhani abhi, ban jaaun.
Bara khilari desh videsh ka; ya vigyan ka naam badhaaun.
Banoon naresh neta koi; ya unke pujya mahanth kahlaaun.
He bhagwan, sarboch bana yun, naam gagan ke paar chadhaun.
Ham pujya bishwa me aise jaise, taare anant nabh main hoon.
Mai hi tinoo lok banun, itna uncha pad paaun.
Mujhse aage koi jagat mei; kabhi nahi hone paaye.
Mai hi mandir me biraaj, devo mei puja jaaun.
Kya aisa bhi sambhav prabhu ki; mai devo mei uchh banun.
Tumhe jalan to nahin na hnge, jyon main Narayan banun.
Tum mere pujan kar sakte. Aise hi pad main paaun.
Dev dev kuch aisa sonchen, aap batayen kahan badhun.
Kahan kahan tak main vikash path, paata hi badhta jaaun.
Koi duruh, kaisi bhi bhul, maine jo tumse abhi kiye.
Mere mang, mere bardan, ye sab nij bahu bal chahun.
Bhagwan bahu bal mujhmen hai, kya vivek hamen tuch nahi bache.
Sochen? Kaise karm karun main, swarg sulabh jan banaa sakun.
Yah marg tumhe uncha batla, bahumukh, jagruk purush hun.
Aap batayen aage phir bhi, manvi bhukh vash kya kya paaun.
Punarwash
Punarwash ho punarwash ka.
Mera ho mere bichar ka.
Apna aur apne vyabhar ka.
Ham sabka ham sabke jit ka.
Bare bhale saare bistaar ka.
Soshit aur soshak ke naam ka.
Sambhal gaye ho, ush saitan ka.
Nar ka ho, nar ke pisanch na.
Na rawan, par ram rajya ka.
Bure nahin, bash nash binash ka.
Achhai ka aur ichha ka.
Pragati ka, subh aashish ka.
Sadya karmon ka, sadya margi ka.
Sundar sugam safal bann ne ka.
Sashwat aur nashwar sawaroop ka.
Har karni ka, punarwash ho.
Punarwash ho, punarwash ka.
Maan
Ab baat us rakt ki nahin.
Biti bisharkt us pal ki nahin.
Kahi gayee ve sabd ab nahin.
Na! nahin rahi ve aan ab bachi.
Nahin rahaa ab vah mardaan.
Jahan isko deta hai taan.
Shaan naa kahi gayee ishki.
Hanshe wahi, jise di pran.
Banaa hua hai, jagat mashaan.
Vaayu se lahu, deti nash taan.
Kamar kasha to, chadhi shaan.
Haan! Mur gaye, naa gayee maan.
Anshru
Anshru ke kaise hain rang!
Hridya bedna ko aatur, glani prayashchit ko majboor.
De prabal birah prachand Chandra, karuna ko bishrit ang ang.
Anshru ke kaise hain rang
Pratidwand ke daure pal, paa gaye tripti baahu ke bal.
Smaran patal priye jan upar, bair bhul sneh hai rag rag.
Anshru ke kaise hain rang
Jo raha larakpan ka antim pal, siddh hua ho, jid mei ar kar.
Bodh kast mayee aapurti par, hriday glani le rahe tarang.
Anshru ke kaise hain rang
Rachna soshak utpaad kahe, mukt hast nindit sarwashwa.
Sangharsh dalit upkaar yahi de, hriday bedhya nastic dabang.
Anshru ke kaise hain rang
One of the message of life:---
Maangoo Rinn (DEBT)
Rinn hi taran harth hai. Rin hi bhagya vidhata hai. Janam liye yeh rin hai, rin se kyon ghabrata hai.
Rin sada hi durbhagya ka pratik hai.
Jabki ek niyamit yojana ki safalta ke liye, liya gaya rin; vyakti ke, mahanta, mahatwakancha, jagrukta, sudridhta, tikchanna vivek aadi aatma- viswashon ka, pratik hai. Attah, vyakti ke vikash ke liya liya gaya; prateyek rin, pratyek sangat sartoon tak; sada hi GARVYA ki baaten hain.
Jabki anawaskyak avam akarmanayata vash, liya gaya rin, KALANK hai.
Rin dene par, sambandhon me, virodhabhash ek prakritik lakshan hai. Isshe prayah sampatti to jaati hi hain; saath hi, sambandhit karya bhi gharshit hota hua; nirantar, ghatata jata hai. Attah niyamit karya kalap mein, rin ko ek vyavastha se joorkar, aspasta shartye par, swachchha sarini ke allave; rin ki shamanaya prakrity, aam logoon ke madhya, gati ko avruddha karna hai.
