राधे कृष्ण का मतलब

बारिश की नन्ही बुँदे जब धिन धिना  धिन गिरती हैं
मृदंग बनके बाजे कन्हैया, राधे छम छम नाचत है.

मन आंगन में  मैं  जब  कृष्ण चरण को पाती हूँ
बावरी  बन  देख  उनको, मन  ही  मन  मुस्काती  हूँ.

झूमते  झूमते  देख उन्हें  मेरे  मन से आवाज़ आती  है
जैसे कोई राधे कृष्ण राधे कृष्ण गा-गा  कर पुकारती है.

आवाज़ कहती  है  राधे  कृष्ण  की  ध्वनि समझो
अच्छी तरहं समझो तुम और फिर सब को समझा दो.

राधे कृष्ण,राधे कृष्ण अब फिर बोलो राधे कृष्ण
 अब आहिस्ता से बोलो राधे राधे राधे कृष्ण.

राधे का मतलब समझो जैसे हमको राह दिखा दें 
कृष्ण तक पहुँचनें का रास्ता हमें बता दें.

हम समझ गए अब  हम  आपको  समझाते हैं
भग्वान को पाने का सरल रास्ता है यह बतलाते हैं.

renukakkar 10.9.2011 

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( an old bhajan/poem i wrote in jan2011 but am posting here now)

Remembering teachers

My childhood days I sometimes remember
those classrooms, staff room and the principal’s chamber.
It was so much fun to go to School daily
no tension in life but to play and study.

College was not bad but some responsibility
we had to do our own study.
No notes by teachers in college were given
compulsory to attend were lecture at 75% minimum.

Kids feel being grown up is more important
and passing out from school to become collegiate
As adults priorities change even further
the school fun and frolic become a back bencher.

My memories go to teachers dedicated
who were more concerned about children’s studies.
Extra classes they held for weak students
to ensure that in exams they stood fair chances.

Taught sometimes through story telling
many chapters they were explaining.
One physics teacher opened his car even
to explain the working of four stroke engine.

A biology teacher brought the whole class to our home
to show the sensitive plant in reality grown.
A geography teacher took us on an excursion
to see different types of huge rocks in their environment.

It is said that memories fade with time
recollecting incidents is sometimes not very fine.
But the memories of school and college I attended
and the teachers who taught me will never get faded.

I remember my teachers for all that they taught me
self confidence and the art of inquiry.
Teachers’ day comes around on 5th September i.e. today
I pay homage to my teachers of school and college today.

renukakkar 5.9.2011

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Anna Hazare's fast

Anna Hazare is known to all
Politicians are scared of his call.
An ex-army man of 1965 Indo-Pak war
he like Gandhi can gather people from afar.

He is so very special you see,
a poverty village called Ralegaon Siddhi.
He converted it to a model village eco-friendly,
powered by solar, biofuel and wind energy.

Anna Hazare a Padma Bhushan awardee,
for the amendment of a law he fights a cause.
Old Lok Pal bill gathering dust he resurrected,
corrupt politicians and bureaucrats to be punished.

The old bill of 1972 was neglected on purpose,
to change it to suit corruption practice.
An autonomous authority who will make,
nexus of politicians and bureaucrats to break.

Like Gandhi he underwent a 4 days fast,
Government had to step in at last.
Agreeing to hold talks for drafting a Bill !
participation of government and public to be equal.

Talks were taking place it was seen,
every day there are enacted new scenes.
Designs were there for the bill to be scuttled,
Hopeful were people that the process would not be derailed.

The corrupt elements were at their dirty game,
throwing hindrances without any scruples or shame.
By forcibly rallying behind Anna with unity,
the nation supported Anna for cleanliness, honesty & dignity.

Another fast of 11 days he undertook
all parliamentarians were made to look.
A resolution to bring the bill was taken
Government agreed to three main points given.

A victory won by Anna for the nation
with the youth rallying in full attention.
Next step is to include in the paper ballot
the right by every voter to opt for none is fit.

Today’s election process has brought about many corrupt politicians,
no system exists to recall corrupt inefficient representatives.
Casting of vote not considered by the educated a duty,
we should imbibe positive thought and move ahead with Unity.

renukakkar 5.9.2011

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Plight of a child

No one cares for my flowing tears
My young age and so called near and dears.
A horrible pain is within my soul
I sleep slowly as a curled up ball.

The sounds of falling I can still hear
I try to forget by closing my ears.
Screams of my mother are very loud
in fear I start to hear my heart pound.

I wish I could escape the constant fighting
Mother’s shouts and father’s striking.
A girl of 6 what can I do
My father a drunkard I hate him true.

My mother gets bruises all over her body
My father hits out with whatever is handy.
If I come in between even I get blows
and get covered in all sorts of sores.

My father shows no regret for his action
Mother will forgive him like a good lady Indian
Mother is a good woman and so am I
Against women his attitude is a crime.

My childhood is being lost indeed
An abusive Daddy and a mother suppressed.
Why can’t she get up and leave him?
Does she not think my future is maimed?

An insecure childhood and an insecure future
What do I look forward to in a future stranger.
My insecurities of now will increase later
At this age I can only sit down in fear and ponder.

A carefree and happy life is all that I ask
A secure future for me God do cast.
A child being brought up to accept abuse
Indeed a thought forever depressive.

A child is innocent and molds any old how
it’s childhood should be happy as of now.
If you as parents are abusive and indifferent to it
Then as father and mother you have crippled it.

Take note abusive fathers and abused mothers
the fault lies squarely on your shoulders.
For the sake of you smiling innocent children
don’t destroy their future generation.

renukakkar2.9.2011

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