sampanmitra
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Monday, November 30, 2009
My favourite songs
1 Jyoti Kalash Chalke ( Bhabhi ki Choorian ).
2.Dar laage chamke bijuriya ( Ram Rajya ).
3.Saanware, saanware ( Anuradha )
2.Dar laage chamke bijuriya ( Ram Rajya ).
3.Saanware, saanware ( Anuradha )
4. Jago Mohan Pyare ( Jagte Raho )
5.O sajna barkha bahar ayee ( Parakh )
6.Vande Matram ( Anand Math )
7.Naino mein badra chaye ( Mera Saaya )
8.Vikal mora manwa ( Mamta )
9.Rahein na rahein ham ( Mamta )
10. Jo tum todo Krishna ( Jhanak Jhanak Payal Baaje )
11. Nain se nain naahin mile ( Jhanak Jahanak Payal Baaje )
12. Basant hai aya ( Stree )
13. Tabla and dance ( Jhanak Jhanak )
14.Aaj madhuvatas dole ( Stree )
15.Jiya laage na ( Anand )
16.Kuhu kuhu bole ( Swaran Sundari )
18.Tu pyar ka sagar hai ( Seema )
19.Ai malik tere bande hum ( Do Ankhein Barah Haath )
21.Chal ud ja re panchi 2
22.Hai jiya roye( Milan )
BAIJU BAWRA
29.Insaan bano
OTHERS
47.O re taal mile nadi ke hal mei
50.O Majhi Chal
26.Ab ke baras
55.Sab ko nach nachata
*To hear the song on You-tube, click on the title of the song.
*To hear the song on You-tube, click on the title of the song.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Star
Throb, o star of the distant skies
Throb, thou in the bosom of the night
Thou art the spark of beauty
Thou art the harbinger of life light.
Throb, thou in the bosom of the night
Thou art the spark of beauty
Thou art the harbinger of life light.
Romantic Musings
Let me be the
imagination of a poet.
A soaring gull,
High over the azure deep.
In calm, in storm
or in lull.
Let me wash down
a cataract
and burst into
pure foam white.
Or be the fleeting iris
or better yet-
the leaping starry
pearls at night.
imagination of a poet.
A soaring gull,
High over the azure deep.
In calm, in storm
or in lull.
Let me wash down
a cataract
and burst into
pure foam white.
Or be the fleeting iris
or better yet-
the leaping starry
pearls at night.
Friday, November 27, 2009
Offering: on the death of my dog Candy
The thunders clap beneath
the inky sky.The winds howl in harmony
withthe jackals.
The sparkling waters of the Ganges
leap high and higher.
The silvery waves slap
the sandy shores.
This is the night-
the night which is destined to be.
Far across the green drenched fields
in the land of no lights
droops the snuffed candle grey and cold.
The flame that shone has gone out
sinking low every minute
flickering, fighting for breath
-till it met the wick
and then like the dying dolphin-
a glistenng hue-
a bright display of crackling spray.
And then darkness-Darkness which meets the eternities.
But nay-this is not the end.
Something remains.
Nay-all remains.What does not, was not anything.
The dust now is a part of dust.
But dust is mortal.
The divine in him has returned to the divine.
What was sent has been taken away.
Nay-called back to where it belongs.
the inky sky.The winds howl in harmony
withthe jackals.
The sparkling waters of the Ganges
leap high and higher.
The silvery waves slap
the sandy shores.
This is the night-
the night which is destined to be.
Far across the green drenched fields
in the land of no lights
droops the snuffed candle grey and cold.
The flame that shone has gone out
sinking low every minute
flickering, fighting for breath
-till it met the wick
and then like the dying dolphin-
a glistenng hue-
a bright display of crackling spray.
And then darkness-Darkness which meets the eternities.
But nay-this is not the end.
Something remains.
Nay-all remains.What does not, was not anything.
The dust now is a part of dust.
But dust is mortal.
The divine in him has returned to the divine.
What was sent has been taken away.
Nay-called back to where it belongs.
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