There is a
voice that
doesn’t use
words.
Listen.

When I saw an article for the first time that mentioned Earth is much greener now compared to two decades before, I thought that’s a joke. Because as far as I have seen people are cutting trees to build homes, even government is eradicating trees to lay roads and bridges, how come earth is greener then?
But before concluding anything, proper research is must to understand the reality. NASA had recently reported that China and India have increasingly stressed the importance of tree planting that has led to this much greener effect overall. It is said that China had gardened much attention with various tree planting program to reduce Air pollution. China’s increase in forest area is the result of forest conservation and expansion programs.
On the other hand, India has been breaking its own record of planting 66 million saplings in 12 hours time last year. India has contributed…
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इससे तो अच्छे तो हम पहले थे .
जब सिर्फ़ त्योहार मनाते थे .
बम गोली चला ख़ूनी त्योहार नहीं .
ना जाने किसे ख़त्म कर किसे सब पाना हैं?
जब ख़ाली हाथ सभी की जाना हैं.
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Everything you see has its roots in the unseen world. The forms may change, yet the essence remains the same. Every wonderful sight will vanish, every sweet word will fade, But do not be disheartened, The source they come from is eternal, growing, Branching out, giving new life and new joy. Why do you weep? The source is within you And this whole world is springing up from it.

“Every secret of a writer’s soul, every experience of her/his life, every quality of his mind, is written large in her/his works.” -Virginia Woolf
ना पूछो कहाँ से आता हैं ख़्याल यह सब लिखने का.
जब भी लिखने बैठते हैं-
लगता हैं नया क्या देंगे हम?
पहले से ही लेखक और विद्वानों ने कितना कुछ…
शायद सब कुछ,
सुंदर मोतियों सा रच रखा है….
ढाल रखा है ….माला में पिरो रखा है.
तब ऊपर वाले की मेहर याद कर,
अपनी भावनाओं को पन्नों पर बस हम उतार देते हैं।
वही हैं हमारी कृति, रचना हमारी कविता……..

एक दिन आसमान इतना रोया
टपकते आँसुओं के गीलेपन
से दर्द भरा रंगीन इंद्रधनुष उग आया .

पत्थर पूजते -पूजते
बोली तो पत्थर सा
कठोर ना बनाओ.
फूल भी तो अर्पित करते हो ।

I am the dust in the sunlight,
I am the ball of the sun . . .
I am the mist of morning,
the breath of evening . . . .
I am the spark in the stone,
the gleam of gold in the metal . . . .
The rose and the nightingale
drunk with its fragrance.
I am the chain of being,
the circle of the spheres,
The scale of creation,
the rise and the fall.
I am what is and is not . . .
I am the soul in all.

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