Patience

धैर्य

नाले झरने ही मंद बारिश में जाते हैं बौरा,

बड़ी नदी ही इस बारिश में रहती निर्जला|

इस नदी को कम मत आँको इसमें धैर्य है बड़ा,
इसकी तेज धरा में कोई नहीं अड़ा,
उफान पर ये आ जाये तो फिर कहना निर्जला या जलजला|

छोटे गंधक, कृश ज्वालामुखी ही फटते हर पल,
पर इनमे इतना दम नहीं की बदल सके कभी कल|

खामोश पहाड़ों  से भी आवाज़ आती है,
सोते हुए भी वो गाती हैं ,
इन्हें कभी समझना ना कमजोर ये एक बार ही फट के ये युग बदल जाती हैं |

SHIIR

© Shishir Kumar Chandra

VICTORY X VIJAY

   
      विजय      

हार के प्रहार से मनुष्य तू न हताश हो ,हार पर प्रहार कर |

जान के तू हर सदी से हार का प्रतिकार कर ,

जान अपनी शक्तियों को ,सपनो को साकार कर

कर्म कर तू हर पल, तू नयी श्रृष्टि का निर्माण कर ,

जान अपनी शक्तियों को, हार का प्रतिकार कर |

जल रही है जो ज्वाला आग का सम्मान कर ,

डाल कर हर धातु को अस्त्र को धार कर

विश्व तेरा है, तेरा ही जहान है ,

हार को हरा कर बनता मानव महान है|

गीता की हर सोच का सम्मान कर

कर्म पथ पर चल कर तू, विजय पथ का निर्माण कर|

प्रहार पे प्रहार कर ,झूठ  का प्रतिकार कर

रुक न तू ,झुक न तू ,और शक्ति का संचार कर|

जाग  मानव और निद्रा  का प्रतिकार कर

अन्धकार के हर क्षण पर तू प्रकाश का प्रहार कर|

विश्व तुझे जाने ऐसे, कुछ तू ऐसा काम कर

इतिहास के सुनहरे पन्ने पर अपना ही नाम कर|

जान अपनी शक्तियों को ,अच्छी तरह पहचान कर

कर्म पथ पर चल कर  तू अग्नि-पथ आसान  कर ||

                                                                                           

                                                                                                 -SHIIR

© Shishir Kumar Chandra

                                  

----------- King of The Roads ---------

Years since I learned to walk,

Years since I learned how to talk

The roads and the crowd along, that’s what my eyes have showed.

Pebbles, noise and confusion strong,

Darkness under every head and arm,

My eyes have stuck upon this long road,

and my body bent by some unknown load.

Didn’t I realized what I am,

A cow, beast or a ram;

I flocked along this infinitely long fleet,

And never found the sign of momentous deplete.

I never knew that I had become a part of this race,

My foot tied along with others in a total disgrace

Years I didn’t felt what I am for

Years I walked keeping my head down

For the first time I was jumbled,

And felt I am being crumbled;

For the first time I put a question before myself,

And for the first time I was my own rival.

For the first time, to think I stood

Nevertheless I couldn’t stand

As the chain pushed and pulled

I heard the song of a morning bird ,

My eyes still stuck on the moving dead ground

I looked above to search the source

And for the first time I felt the mighty suns force.

For the first time in many years

I felt the cool winds

And was absorbed for a minute,

But then I felt the handcuffs and the nuts

The emotions won and I tried to pull me out,

I realized that I should be free or live not

I felt the muscles of mine fine and strong

I felt the urge to hear the bird’s song.

So the attention of slaves was caught

They thought that I was the cause of riot,

I tried to explain that we all free,

But to my astonishment the slaves do not agree,

I fought for humanity and light which was my own,

The seed has bore the fruits which the bird had sown,

I could feel the fist and came to know that they were weak,

Slaves of the system and slavery they need

I fought the lone battle and my passion was thrashed,

Yet my dieing eyes could see the impression on the young they left,

My eyes closed and my freedom arose,

And I became the king of roads.

By 

SHIIR

© Shishir Kumar Chandra

THE THREE SWORDS OF JUSTICE

This poem is addressed to the fear and pain which resides in one’s heart by the fighting spirit of an individual who defy the rules of world and deny giving up. The swords are merely the emotions being personified which help the protagonist to ‘get over’ under the difficult circumstances.

The three swords of mine, meant to cut the vile,

To protect the weak from the strong,

To shield right from the wrong.

 My head is always held high in spirit

Not bowing to anyone and yes I mean it.

The shadows which have accompanied the world, Shall hear the song of my steel.

The song of my roaring identity meant to replace the dirge of my will.

And here I let ablaze myself as the wielder of the three great pieces of steel.

I hate the wars that wipe out the life, and that’s why I wanna my swords to guide,

to stop useless wars and keep millions of hope alive.

Three of them rest together sleeping in their sheaths

Waiting to be drawn and face the heat.

The swords of mine are not meant to take life

Yet they are made to cut, cut the other steel which takes life

And that’s what the blades do and become the hilt’s feat.

Under the sun the beautiful sword’s blaze,

Desperate yet peaceful willing to create an inferno.

 I smile when they ask to be drawn,

the grin of the fighter, the knight, unstoppable by some mere pawns.

I fight and I love the might, the three of them they do not seek the color red

Instead they prefer changing the opponent frozen white.

The first one”the tiger” leaves the heartless gasping for breath

The tyranny asking for thou self  let open the gates of hell.

The second is the “dragon” follows its own sweet will,

Even the granites it can drill, it makes ‘the fear’ it’s pet.

Making even the ice chill,

It is one where the wielder’s   pride rest

The third is the swift “eagle”, flying high in the sky hunting the sea gulls.

Alone when I am they sing the ballad of the finest warriors,

Removing the rust of my soul and then it glitters

Under the blue skies and above the deep seas

They make promises, the promise of my will well understood by my guts

Giving me the power to cut

I proclaim I am not to be tamed,

and this is the my way justice not to you but my own soul

the ideology is to have ‘patience’ in pain,  and that is my goal

I search justice inside my mind and the three swords let it bestow.

Shishir kumar S Chandra ‘SHIIR’

© Shishir Kumar Chandra