Showing posts with label Rameshwer Singh. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rameshwer Singh. Show all posts

Multilingual Poetry рдд्рд░िрднाрд╖ी рдХाрд╡्рдп

рдбॉ. рд░ाрдоेрд╢्рд╡рд░ рд╕िंрд╣

рдЬीрд╡рди рдХी рд░ीрдд

рдХुрдЫ рд╕िрдж्рдзांрдд
рдХुрдЫ рдЕрд╡рдзाрд░рдгाрдПँ
рдоेрд░े рдЬीрд╡рди рдХी
рдоाрд░्рдЧрджрд░्рд╢рдХ рд░рд╣ीं,
рдЕрдм рддрдХ!

рдирдП рдоौрд╕рдо рдоें
рдЗрди्рд╣ें рд╕ूрдЦे рдкрдд्рддों рд╕ा
рдЭрдб़рдиा рд╣ै।

рд╕ूрд░рдЬ рдХी рдЖрдз्рдпाрдд्рдоिрдХрддा рд╕े
рдк्рд░рдХाрд╢ рд╕ंрд╢्рд▓ेрд╖рдг рдХрд░
рдирдП рдкрдд्рддों рдХा рдЬрди्рдо рд╣ोрдЧा।

рдЬीрд╡рди рдХी рд░ीрдд рдпрд╣ी
рдЗрд╕ рдкाрд░ рднी
рдпा
рдЙрд╕ рдкाрд░ рднी!
***


Journey

Some leaves of
Concepts and Principles
That have been 
My strength, 
Now
Outdated and Outlived,
I shed.

Green I would be soon
With
New leaves of
Concepts and Principles!

Solar Enlightened Photosynthesis 
Processed in these leaves
Would 
Nourish me again!

Journey must Continue 
Through the Universe,
This side
Or
Across the side!
***


риЬਿੰрижриЧੀ рижੀ ри░ੀрид!

 риЙри╕ੁри▓ риоੇри░ੇ
риХੁриЬ риЦ਼ਿриЖри▓ਾрид
риЬਿੰрижриЧੀ ринри░
риоੈрииੂੰ ри░ਾри╣ ридੇ рикਾਂрижੇਂ ри░ри╣ੇ,
ри╣ੁриг ри╕риорип рижੀ риоੰриЧ 
рижੇриЦ
ри╕ੁੱриЦੇ рикридਿриЖਂ риоੰриЧ
риЭਾрйЬ ри░ри╣ੇ ри╣рии।

ри╕ੂри░риЬ рижੀ ри░ੂри╣ਾрииੀ
ридਾрик рикਾ
риоੈਂ рилੇри░ ри╣ри░ੇ рикридਿриЖਂ рииਾри▓
ри▓ੱриж риЬਾри╡ਾਂриЧਾ!

риЬਿੰрижриЧੀ рижੀ ри░ੀрид
риПриХ риЬਿри╣ੋ риЬੀ ри╣ੈ
риРриеੇ ринੀ
ридੇ
риЙри╕ рикਾри░ ринੀ
***

рд░ाрдоेрд╢्рд╡рд░ рд╕िंрд╣
Rameshwer Singh 
ри░ਾриоੇри╕਼ри╡ри░ ри╕ਿੰриШ

Pic: Rameshwer Singh 
Dedicated to
Dr Dipika Ramesh

Photo Essay on Rain in California

рдбॉ. рд░ाрдоेрд╢्рд╡рд░ рд╕िंрд╣

(All Pictures clicked by me)



I always relish rain. Here in California in November, I am thrilled as I feel the The Rain, the Beautiful Princess of my heart just around the corner.


The Grey and Silvery clouds are swaying as flying Dupatta of the Princess

Rain arrives. Trees dance in exhilarating steps.Their leaves sway in cool winds.

Rosa Moyesii rejoices. It knows its beauty enhances the beauty of the Princess.
It just wants to be embraced by her.

It emanates the fragrance that elates the Soul.

Citrus Reticulata,the Mandarine Orange Tree, offers its sweet taste to the Divine Rain Celebration.

Pistacia Chinensis with auspicious orange looks amused.

As the Rain gathers momentum and appears all over as a lovely bride,the trees fall over each other in joyous mood.

Santsuma Mandarin offers delicious citrus to be sprinkled over Pakoras.

With Hot Tea


Oh Rain!
My Soul soaks your Serenity!

рджेрд╡ी рдЧंрдЧा: рд░ाрдоेрд╢्рд╡рд░ рд╕िंрд╣

рдбॉ. рд░ाрдоेрд╢्рд╡рд░ рд╕िंрд╣
рд╢ीрддрд▓ рдПрд╡ं рд╢ांрдд
рдкाрдиी рдХा
рдиीрд▓ा рд╣рд░ा
рдЕрдиोрдЦा рд╡िрд╢ाрд▓ рд╡िрд╕्рддाрд░ рд▓िрдП
рджेрд╡ी рдЧंрдЧा!

рдоैं рд╣рд░ рдХी рдкौрдб़ी
рдХे рдкुрд▓ рдкрд░
рдЦрдб़ा рд╣ूँ!

рдЧंрдЧा рд╣िрдоाрд▓рдп рдХी
рдКँрдЪाрдЗрдпों рд╕े
рдкेрдб़,рдкौрдзे рдФрд░ рдЕрдиेрдХों рдЬीрд╡ों
рдХे рдордз्рдп рд╕े рдмрд▓рдЦाрддी
рдЕрднी рдЕрднी 
рдЛрд╖िрдХेрд╢ рд╕े рд╣ोрддे рд╣ुрдП
рдоैрджाрдиी рдЗрд▓ाрдХों рдоें
рдЙрддрд░ी рд╣ै।
рд╣рд░ рдХी рдкौреЬी, рд╣рд░िрдж्рд╡ाрд░ (рдЪिрдд्рд░ рдХрд╡ि рдж्рд╡ाрд░ा)

рд╢ीрддрд▓ рдФрд░ рд╕ाрдл!

рджैрд╡िрдХ рдКрд░्рдЬा рд╕े
рдУрддрдк्рд░ोрдд
рдкुрд▓ рд╕े рдЧुрдЬрд░рддी 
рдоुрдЭे рдЕрдиंрдд рдоें рдЬाрддे рджिрдЦ рд░рд╣ी рд╣ै।

рд╕ूрд░्рдп рдХी рдХिрд░рдгें
рдЙрд╕рдХी рдЪांрджрдиी рд╕ी рд▓рд╣рд░ों рдкрд░
рдиृрдд्рдп рдХрд░ рд░рд╣े рд╣ै।

рдоैं рдХौрди рд╣ूँ
рдоैं рдпрд╣ाँ рдХ्рдпों рд╣ूँ
рдХрд╣ाँ рдЬाрдиा рд╣ै рдоुрдЭे!
рд╣рд░ рдХी рдкौреЬी, рд╣рд░िрдж्рд╡ाрд░ (рдЪिрдд्рд░ рдХрд╡ि рдж्рд╡ाрд░ा)

рджेрд╡ी рдЧंрдЧा!
рдоैं рд╕ोрдЪ рдоें рдбूрдм рдЬाрддा рд╣ूँ।
рддुрдо्рд╣ाрд░ी рддрд░рдл рджेрдЦрддा рд╣ूँ।

рддुрдо рдЖрджिрдХाрд▓ рд╕े
рдмрд╣ рд░рд╣ी рд╣ो
рдиिрд░рди्рддрд░ рдЧрддिрдоाрди।
рджेрд╡ी рдКрд░्рдЬा рд▓िрдП!

рддुрдо рд╕ंрд╕ाрд░ рдХो
рдмрджрд▓рддे рджेрдЦрддी рдЖ рд░рд╣ी рд╣ो।
рд╡िрдЬ्рдЮाрди,рдХрд▓ा,рд╕ंрд╕्рдХृрддि рдФрд░
рдЕрдз्рдпाрдд्рдо рдХे рдЕрдкрд░िрдоिрдд рдкрд░िрд╡рд░्рддрди
рдХी рд╕ाрдХ्рд╖ी рд╣ो рддुрдо।

рддुрдо рд╕рджैрд╡ рд╣ो।
рдХрднी рдирджी, рд╕рдоुंрдж्рд░, рдмाрджрд▓,рдмाрд░िрд╢
рдмрд░्рдл,рдирджी।

рдЕрдкрдиे рдЕрдоृрдд рдЬрд▓
рд╕े рд╕рд░्рд╡ рдХрд▓्рдпाрдг рдХрд░рддी рд╣ो।

рддुрдо рд╕рджा рд░рд╣ोрдЧी
рдЕрдирди्рдд рддрдХ!

рджेрд╡ी рдЧंрдЧा!
рд╣рд░ рдХी рдкौрдб़ी рдкрд░
рдоुрдЭे рдХुрдЫ рдЙрдд्рддрд░ рдоिрд▓ рдЧрдП।

рдоुрдЭे рднी рдмрд╣рддे рдЬाрдиा рд╣ै।
рдоेрд░ा рд░ूрдк рдмрджрд▓ेрдЧा
рдоैं рднी рдиिрд░рди्рддрд░ рд╣ूँ
рджैрд╡िрдХ рдКрд░्рдЬा рдХा рд╡ाрд╕ рд╣ै 
рдоेрд░ी рдЖрдд्рдоा рдЕрдиंрдд рд╣ै।
рддुрдо्рд╣ाрд░ी рддрд░рд╣ рд╕рд░्рд╡ рдХрд▓्рдпाрдг
рдоेрд░ा рдХрд░्рдо рд╣ै।

рджेрд╡ी рдЧंрдЧा!
рд╣рд░ рдХी рдкौрдб़ी рдкрд░
рдЖрдЬ рддुрдо्рд╣ाрд░े рджिрд╡्рдп рджрд░्рд╢рди рд╕े
рдоुрдЭे рдХрдИ рдЙрдд्рддрд░ рдоिрд▓ рдЧрдП!
***
 

Goddess Ganga! - Rameshwer Singh

(Pictures of the holy place by the poet: Har Ki Podi)

 
Rameshwer Singh
Divine and Pristine
Goddess Ganga
Flowing
As a Vast stretch of
Bluish green water,
I see standing on a bridge
At Har Ki Podi.

Originating at Gangotri from
Divine hairs of Lord Shiva 
She flows freely 
in the Himalayas
Making her path 
Through divergent
Flora and fauna.
In Rishikesh 
She glides past
Into the plains
With tinkling flow
Amidst rocks and trees.
She is chilly cold and clear here.

Here 
I see her emerging
From Himalayas
Spiritual and Serene
Flowing Energy
Passing through the bridge
With
Dancing silvery waves.!

I can see her
flowing away far into the eternity
With sunrays sparkling 
Over her waves.

Who am I
Why am I here
Where will I go!

Goddess Ganga!
I meditate
I look towards you.

You have been flowing
Through Ages!
Continuous and Energetic!
Divine!

You have been seeing the world
Evolving in multiple layers of
Science, Art,
Culture and Spirituality.

Serving the World
With your Amrit Water
All along your journey!

Yes,
You change form
In this World.
River, Sea, Clouds, Rain
Snow and River.

You will remain here
Till Infinity.

Light appears 
Deep inside me.

Goddess Ganga!
You have provided me 
Some answers I seek.

I am a Divine Energy
Always to be in existence
Only changing in form.

I am to serve
As God will guide me
Through.

I flow till Infinity
Serving
As you do.

I change form
Soul is forever.

Goddess Ganga
At Har Ki Podi
You have provided
Some answers
I seek!
***
 

Memoir: Enlightenment

Rameshwer Singh
I was ten years old then.
It was heavily raining outside. Rain was falling in thick sheets of water.
I was in the bigger room of our two room one story government house.
A muddy lane separated us from the next house.
I was looking outside from my window sitting on the bed lying just adjacent to the window.
Rain was pouring cats and dogs.
My freshly developed brain cells of awareness was amazed to see the water falling in the
muddy lane forming multiple waves of water flowing with multiple now forming and then
dissolving water bubbles.
A silvery stream of water was flowing out of a drainage pipe from the roof which was opening
towards the lane. Its water was falling into the lane stream with delightful noise.
I was deep in my senses to enjoy the fragrance of wet mud and drenched trees with their
happily swinging flowers in the cool breeze.
"Will you come here?"
A voice got me out of my deep thoughts.
Voice of my respected father Shri Sohan Singh!
My father, a genius in Mathematics and English!
A throughout topper.
"Ji Papaji."
I turned my neck.
"Have you completed your homework?"
He was searching for my homework notebook in my school bag.
He checked some of my Mathematics problems solved.
Seeing that he became furious.
"You cannot solve these simple equations.Are you not interested in your studies?"
I have two sisters both younger than me.I am the only son of my parents.
They had high hopes from me.
My mother Shrimati Pritam Kaur was standing near the door.
My father called my elder sister three years younger then me.
"Solve this, Guddi."
Guddi took couple of minutes and solved it correctly.
"See! You are not interested in your studies at all."
He frowned at me.
Then what he said I thought was an opportunity for me to get out of studies.
"You say No if you don't want to study further."
He said.
Every word soft and clear!
Deep inside I was on cloud nine.
"No!"
The word came out from me very firm and clear!
Reverberating with joy.
A minute of silence probably.
His face became red.
I knew immediately a slap by his left hand on my cheek was imminent.
But it did not come.
Something different happaned.
Something unique.
Something that would change my life forever.
"Guddi, come here."
Guddi came.
"Slap him on his face with full force."
He ordered.
Guddi was three years younger than me and three yers older than my younger sister Binny.
Guddi hesitated momentarily but ultimately obeyed Papaji.
Staaaak!!
A full force slap on my right cheek!
Rain became heavier.
A silver lining appeared in the clouds with thunderous noise matching the impact sound of the
slap.
An earthquake trembled deep inside me.
Something Spiritual happened.
I was enlightened!
On that day when night came so did my father.
He touched my slapped cheek.It was swollen.
He was teary eyed so was Guddi standing at door.
Putt, Channan ho Gaya hai!
Son, You are enlightened!
He said in Punjabi.
My Life changed after that.
He taught me English and Mathematics.
I remained National Scholarship holder throughout my sudies.
Today I am a Surgeon.
My father was a feather hearted and kind human being.Parents do take hard and harsh
decisions for their children to become a great human being and to get them achieve success.
To take that step to get me on right path, I know, he did suffer intolerable pain deep inside.
My wife Dr Dipika Ramesh and I have been providing the same warmth and love to our son
Priyank Singh and Bahu Nishtha.
Today he is physically not with me.
This truth is so painful that hurts my sensitive nerves of brain and heart.
I want to cry on his shoulders.
I have epic thoughts and memories about my father.
I wish I come out with an Epic that would enlighten the World about my parents and all parents.
Parents are Goddess and God coming to you in this Life.
In the pictures I have shared:
My Parents, wife, son and myself

Multilingual Poetry :: рдмрд╣ुрднाрд╖ी рдХाрд╡्рдп :: римри╣ੁ-ринਾри╕਼ਾриИ риХри╡ਿридਾ

рдмрд╣ुрднाрд╖ी рдХाрд╡्рдп, рдкंрдЬाрдмी, рд╣िंрджी рдФрд░ рдЕंрдЧ्рд░ेреЫी рдоें - ри░ਾриоੇри╕਼ри╡ри░ ри╕ਿੰриШ - рд░ाрдоेрд╢्рд╡рд░ рд╕िंрд╣
Multilingual Poetry (Punjabi, Hindi, and English) by Rameshwer Singh
Rameshwer Singh : рд░ाрдоेрд╢्рд╡рд░ рд╕िंрд╣
рдХुрд╣ुрдХ!

рдЕрд░े рдк्рд░िрдп
рддुрдо рдпрд╣ाँ!

рддुрдо्рд╣ें рдвूंрдврддा рдеा рди
рдЖрдХाрд╢ рдХे рдЙрдб़рддे рдмाрджрд▓ों рдоें!
рддुрдо рдоिрд▓ी рд╣ो рдЖрдЬ
рд╣рдЬाрд░ों рдлीрдЯ рдКрдкрд░!

рд╣рд╡ाрдИ рдЬрд╣ाрдЬ рдХी рдЦिрдб़рдХी
рд╕े рдпूँ рд╣ी рддाрдХ рд░рд╣ा рдеा
рдмाрджрд▓ों рдХी рдирджी рдХो 
рдХि
рддुрдо рдЕрдЪाрдирдХ рдпрд╣ाँ рджिрдЦ рдЧрдИं
рд▓рд╣рд░ाрддे рд╕рдлेрдж рдмाрджрд▓ों
рдХे рд╢рд░्рдоाрддे рдЖंрдЪрд▓ рдХा рдкрд▓्рд▓ू рдХिрдП!

рд╕рдЪ рдХрд╣ूँ
рддुрдо्рд╣ें рдирд╣ीं рдвूंрдв рд░рд╣ा рдеा।
рдкрд░
рддुрдо рдпрд╣ाँ!

рддुрдо рдЪрд╣рдХीं
рд╣ाँ рддो!
рд╣рдо рдпрд╣ाँ!
рддुрдо рдмрддाрдУ
рддुрдо рддो рдоुрдЭे рдирд╣ी рджूंрдврддे рдЕрдм!

рддुрдо рдоुрдЭे рдиाрд░ाрдЬ़ рджिрдЦीं।

рдоैंрдиे рдкूрдЫा,
рддो рддुрдо्рд╣ें рдкрддा рдеा
рдХि
рдоैं рддुрдо्рд╣ें рдвूंрдврддा рд╣ूँ।

рд╣ाँ! рддुрдо рдмोрд▓ीं।

рд╡рд╣ी рдХोрдорд▓ рдХрд▓ी рд╕ी рдХुрд╣ूрдХ!

рдЬрд╡ाрдм рдирд╣ीं рджिрдпा
рдоुрдЭे рдХ्рдпूँ рдирд╣ीं рдвूрдврддे рдЕрдм।

рдоैрдиे рдХрд╣ा
рдпे рднрд▓ा рдХैрд╕ी рдмाрдд рд╣ुрдИ
рдоिрд▓ोрдЧी рднी рдирд╣ी
рдФрд░
рдЪाрд╣ोрдЧी рдХि
рдоैं 
рдкोрд░-рдкोрд░ рддुрдо्рд╣ें рдЦोрдЬूँ!

рд╣ाँ рдЬी! рдпрд╣ी рддो рдмाрдд рд╣ै
рддुрдо рдирд╣ीं рд╕рдордЭोрдЧे
рд╣рдоाрд░ा рдк्рдпाрд░!

рддुрдо рдоुрдЭे рдвूंрдвो
рдФрд░ 
рдоैं
рддुрдо्рд╣ें рджेрдЦрддी рд░рд╣ूँ!

рдПрдХ рджिрди рдоिрд▓ूंрдЧी
рд╡ाрдпрджा рд╣ै।

рдмाрджрд▓ рджूрд░ рд╣ोрддे рдЧрдП
рдоैं рдмेрдЪैрди рд╣ुрдЖ।

рдордд рдЬाрдУ
рдоेрд░े рд╕ाрде рдЖрдУ। 

рддुрдо рдмोрд▓ी
рдвूंрдврддे рд░рд╣рдиा рдоुрдЭे рдЬрд░ूрд░
рд╣рдоे рдЕрдЪ्рдЫा рд▓рдЧрддा рд╣ै।

рддुрдо рджूрд░ рд╣ोрддी рдЧрдИं
рдоेрд░ी рдЙрдб़ाрди рдоुрдЭे рдоीрд▓ों рджूрд░
рд▓े рдЬाрдиे рд▓рдЧी।

рдФрд░
рдЕрдм рдоैं рдлिрд░ рддुрдо्рд╣ें рдвूंрдврдиे рд▓рдЧा

рдоिрд▓рди рдХी рдЖрд╕ рдоें!
***

Kuhook

O Love!
You are here!

Thousand feet 
Above and Amidst
White Swirling Clouds
As
I look outside my Air Flight
Not looking for you
As I used to.

You are Angry

You are not looking for me now,
Why have you changed?

No
I haven't.
Only that you never appeared anywhere,
My heart and soul just revolted

Oh
Is that so?
Is that  your Deep Love?
If you keep on your spiritual journey to find me
You will merge with me
That is my promise
That is my Love for you

Moment will come
I will be yours।

You kuhook
And
Start disappearing
As
My flight takes me away.

I vow
I will be on my journey again
To
Find You
To
Get You!

Love is really Strange
And
Above Any Principle!

Love is Spritual and Eternal!
***

риХੁри╣ੁриХ

риУ риЬੀ 
ридੂੰ ринੀ римри╕!

ризри░ридੀ ридੋਂ ри╣риЬ਼ਾри░ਾਂ рил਼ੀриЯ риЙридੇ
риоੈਂ ри╣ри╡ਾриИ риЬри╣ਾриЬ ридੋਂ римਾри╣ри░ ридриХ
ри░ри╣ਾਂ ри╣ਾਂ।
ридੂੰ риоੈрииੂੰ ри╕рилੇриж римрижри▓ਾਂ рижੇ
риЙриорйЬрижੇ риЖਂриЪри▓ ри╡ਿриЪ ри╡ਿриЦрижੀ ри╣ਾਂ!

риЧੁੱри╕ੇ риЬਾрикрижੀ ри╣ੈ ридੂੰ।

риоੈрииੂੰ ри▓римрижੇ риири╣ੀਂ ридੁри╕ੀਂ ри╣ੁриг।
ридੂੰ рикੁриЫриЖ।

риП риХਿ риЧੱри▓ ри╣ੋриИ
ридੂੰ риоਿри▓рижੀ риири╣ੀਂ
риоੇри░ਾ рижਿри▓ ри░ੂрие риЧрипਾ
ри╕ੋ риири╣ੀਂ ри▓ੱринрижਾ ри╣ੁриг।
риоੈਂ римੋри▓риЖ।

рижੇриЦੋ риЬੀ
риоੈрииੂੰ ри▓ринрижੇ ри░ри╣ੋ
риоੈ ридрижੇ риЗриХ рижਿрии ридੁри╣ਾрииੂੰ
риоਿри▓ੁੰриЧੀ!
ридੂੰ риХੁри╣ੁриХੀ!

риП риХри╣риХੇ ридੂੰ 
риЕੰриЦਾ ридੋਂ рижੂри░ рижੂри░ ри╣ੁੰрижੀ риЧриИ
риоੇри░ੀ рилри▓ਾриИриЯ риоੈрииੂੰ ри╕риоੰрижри░ рикਾри░
ри▓ੈ риЧриИ।

ри╣ੁриг риоੈ 
рилੇри░ риири╡ੀਂ риЙриоੀриж рииਾри▓
ридੈрииੂੰ ри▓римੰриЧਾ।

ридੂੰ риоੇри░ਾ ри░ੂри╣ਾрииੀ рик੍ри░ੇрио ри╣ੈ!
***
рд░ाрдоेрд╢्рд╡рд░ рд╕िंрд╣ :: Rameshwer Singh :: ри░ਾриоੇри╢੍ри╡ри░ ри╕ਿੰриШ

Multilingual Poetry :: рдмрд╣ुрднाрд╖ी рдХाрд╡्рдп :: римри╣ੁ-ринਾри╕਼ਾриИ риХри╡ਿридਾ

рдмрд╣ुрднाрд╖ी рдХाрд╡्рдп, рдкंрдЬाрдмी, рд╣िंрджी рдФрд░ рдЕंрдЧ्рд░ेреЫी рдоें - ри░ਾриоੇри╕਼ри╡ри░ ри╕ਿੰриШ - рд░ाрдоेрд╢्рд╡рд░ рд╕िंрд╣
Multilingual Poetry (Punjabi, Hindi, and English) by Rameshwer Singh
Rameshwer Singh : рд░ाрдоेрд╢्рд╡рд░ рд╕िंрд╣
Across The Blue!

Sea and Sky!!
Different Shades,
Different messages!
Sea throbs like my heart.
Seems unlimited
But it is not!
Sea 
Guides me
To live life with
Intense Feel.
Love!!
Sky is meditating
Like my Soul!
Serene!
Seems unlimited,
Yes, it is!
Sky 
Takes me
to Infinity!
Love!!
Today
Standing at this
Mesmerizing beach
My heart
Takes my Soul 
Searching for Infinity!
Love seeks Love!
Different days,
Different colours!!
Today 
It is blue!
Sea and Sky!
***


рдиीрд▓े рдХे рдЙрд╕ рдкाрд░! (рд╣िрди्рджी Hindi)

рдиीрд▓ा рд╕рдоुрдж्рд░ рдФрд░
рдиीрд▓ा рдЖрд╕рдоाрди!

рд╕рдоुрдж्рд░ рддрдЯ 
рдкрд░ рдЖрдЬ 
рдоैं рд╡िрдЪाрд░ рдоुрдЧ्рдз рд╣ूँ!

рд╕ाрдЧрд░ рд╣ै рд╡िрд╕्рддाрд░
рд▓рдЧрддा рдЕрдирди्рдд рд╣ै 
рдкрд░ рд╕ीрдоा рд╣ै рдЗрд╕рдХी
рдЖрдХाрд░ рднी рд╣ै!

рдоेрд░े рд╣ृрджрдп рдХी рднांрддि
рдзреЬрдХрддा рд╣ै
рдк्рд░ेрдо рдЗрд╕рдоे!

рдЗрд╕ рдзреЬрдХрди рдХी рдПрдХ рдЕрд╡рдзि рд╣ै।

рдЖрд╕рдоाрди 
рдЪिрд░рдоुрдЧ्рдз рд╣ै
рдоेрд░ी рдЖрдд्рдоा рдХी рднांрддि!
рд╢ाрди्рдд!
рдЖрдХाрд░ рдирд╣ीं рд╣ै рдЗрд╕рдХा!
рдкрд░ рд╣ै рддो!
рдк्рд░ेрдо рдХी рдЕрдиोрдЦी рд▓ौ!

рдЕрдирди्рдд рдк्рд░ेрдо рд╣ै
рд╕рдмрд╕े рдкाрд░!!

рдЗрд╕ рдиीрд▓े
рдЙрд╕ рдиीрд▓े рдХे рдкाрд░!
***


рииੀри▓ੇ рижੇ рикਾри░! (рикੰриЬਾримੀ Punjabi)

риЕੱриЬ риоੈਂ
рижри░ਿриЖ рижੇ ридриЯ ридੇ 
риЖри╕риоਾрии рижਾ ри╡ਿри╕ридਾри░ ри╡ੇриЦ ри░ри╣ਾਂ ри╣ਾрии!
рижри░ਿриЖ ридੇ риЖри╕риоਾрии!
рижੋрииੋ рииੀри▓ੇ!
рикри░ ри╡ੱриЦри░ਾ ри╕ੰрижੇри╢ਾਂ
рижੇ ри░ри╣ੇ ри╣рии!

риоੈਂ ри╕ੋриЪ ри╡ਿриЪ рибੁੱрим риЧриЖਂ ри╣ਾрии!

рижри░ਿриЖ римри╣ੁрид ри╡ਿри╢ਾри▓
рикри░ ри╕ੀриоਾ ри╣ੈ риЗри╕ рижੀ!
риЗриХ риЖриХਾри░ ринੀ ри╣ੈ।

риоੇри░ੇ рижਿри▓ рижੀ ридри░ри╣
ризрйЬриХрижਾ ри╣ੈ!
рик੍ри░ੇрио риХри░рииਾ 
риЬਾригрижਾ ри╣ੈ।
рикри░ ри╕ੀриоਾ ри╣ੈ риЗри╕рижੀ। 

риЖри╕риоਾрии 
ридрикри╕ਿриЖ риЪ ри▓ੀрии ри╣ੈ।
риЕрикਾри░ ри╣ੈ
риЕриори░ ринੀ ри╣ੈ।
риоੇри░ੀ риЖридриоਾ рижੀ ридри░ри╣!

риЕрипੋрии риЬਾрикрижਾ ри╣ੈ
риХਿ
риоੇри░ਾ рижਿри▓ риоੇри░ੀ риЖридриоਾ рииੂੰ
риЕрииੰрид ри▓ੌ ри╡ри▓ ри▓ੇ риЬਾ ри░ри╣ਾ ри╣ੈ!

риРри╕ рииੀри▓ੇ 
риУри╕ рииੀри▓ੇ
рижੇ рикਾри░!!
***

рд░ाрдоेрд╢्рд╡рд░ рд╕िंрд╣ :: Rameshwer Singh :: ри░ਾриоੇри╢੍ри╡ри░ ри╕ਿੰриШ


рдХाрд╡्рдп: рд░ाрдоेрд╢्рд╡рд░ рд╕िंрд╣

рдбॉ. рд░ाрдоेрд╢्рд╡рд░ рд╕िंрд╣
реШिрддाрдм рддो рдкूрд░ी рдкреЭ рд╣ी рд▓ेрдиा!

рдХुрдЫ рдиीрд▓ी рд╕्рдпाрд╣ी, рдФрд░
рдХुрдЫ рдСंрд╕ुрдУं рдоें рдбूрдмी рдоेрд░ी рдХрд▓рдо
рдиे рдЬो рд▓िрдЦा рддुрдо्рд╣ाрд░े рд▓िрдП,
рддुрдо рдЫрдкी рдХिрддाрдм рдХे
рдкрди्рдиो рдоें рдкреЭрдиा!

рдХाрдЧреЫ рдХी рд╕ोंрдзी рдЦुрд╢рдмू
рдФрд░ рд╣рд░ рдЕрдХ्рд╖рд░ рдХा рдЧुрдирдЧुрдиाрдиा
рддुрдо्рд╣ें рдмрд╣ा рд▓े рдЬाрдПрдЧा
рдоेрд░ी рдпाрджों рдХे рд╕рдоुрдж्рд░ рдоें!

рдоुрдЭे рдирд╣ीं рдкреЭ рдкाрдИं рддुрдо
реШिрддाрдм рддो рдкूрд░ी рдкреЭ рд╣ी рд▓ेрдиा!
***



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рдХौрди рддुрдо!

рдЕрд░े рдоैं!
рдоैं рдкीреЬा,
рдоैं рджрд░्рдж!

рдХ्рдпों рдмрдиे рдоेрд░े рд╣рдорд╕реЮрд░?

рдЗрд╕рд▓िрдП рдХि
рдоेрд░े рдмिрдиा рддेрд░ा рдЬीрд╡рди рдЕрдзूрд░ा
рдоैं рд▓े рдЪрд▓ूँрдЧा рддुрдЭे
рдк्рд░ेрдо рддрдХ
рдоोрдХ्рд╖ рддрдХ
рдЕрд╕ीрдо рддрдХ
рдЕрдкाрд░ рддрдХ!
***

Experimental Poetry

рдбॉ. рд░ाрдоेрд╢्рд╡рд░ рд╕िंрд╣
Let me fight my own tornado
Of shaken principles,
Let me get over
My anguish over crumbling values
Of humanity,
Let me understand the new concept
Of wordly pleasure and
Spirituality !

***





Guest-Editorial: Life, Cognition and Creativity

Dr. Rameshwer Singh
An egg and a sperm meet and life is conceived in the womb. It is developed through a certain period to become a life-form.

This development is an amazing process of complicated and interwoven physical and biochemical activities that are meticulously smooth on their own!

Life commences amidst pain. The mother bears labour pains and then delivers. Baby cries arriving in this world. The universe and nature rejoice in this new arrival!

We know the process but many of us as mortals are yet to understand the flame of self-hood and its awareness.

The flame is of divinity. Spirituality leads us to merge with the divinity. A few of us whom we call Guru and saint have attained this transcendental existence and unique experience.

In Nature we have been studying flora and fauna, galaxies and planets, Big Bang theory and God`s Particle, Black Holes and Sun`s Storm, moon`s black dots, mountains and rivers. But again many of us still have not been able to understand the mystic element in their existence. But some have grasped it and reached that state. They are truly holy persons.

They have been guiding us through ages. It is only love, Love and love only, they say, is an illuminated and fragrant divine path to reach God.

Love humanity and love nature.

We can feel Him right there holding our hands and melting our hearts. He is inside us. He smiles with us, laughs with us, cries with us, even feels happiness and sorrow with us.

Just dress the wound of an injured person and, the sparkle in his /her eyes is that of God.

Ever try talking to plants and trees, they will respond. Only then we should have the heart that feels. Try speaking to a hill or a beautifully-flowing river. They listen to us with empathy.

If we have been a frequent visitor to a monument or a hill station, we can feel that they meet us as we meet our friend or relative after a long period of time.

An author is an artist. Through his/her art he/she explores nature and humanity.

He/she attains spirituality by loving nature and serving humanity.

We are fortunate to have been born as a human being who has the deepest, highest and most dense consciousness in every dimension. This conscious mind seeks and finds spirituality and feels empathy, sympathy and love in plants, animals and human beings. Many have felt deep love and have enormous trust in the places of worship. Many have felt God talking and communicating with them through divine icons in their homes.

So it is our passion to seek Almighty in this world through nature and humanity.

Artists seek through their art.

This is what we have tried to gather various forms of art in this special issue.

For this special issue on Spirituality and Nature, it is heartening to find so many wonderful submissions.

Congratulations for all selected and best wishes for the others.

I would like to thank Setu editors and all the authors for their cooperation in this project.

Happy New Year dear friends!

Rameshwer Singh (Meerut, India)

Guest-Editor
Setu, December 2020 issue   

Guest Editor's Bio: Surgery and poetry are my passions. Surgery is my profession also. I may do surgery anytime. Sometimes in deep hours of night, sometimes even after being exhausted. God always resides in  heart. During surgery many a time finds oneself in a difficult situation. Some moments of patience then everything settles in easy flow of God destined actions.

I am not alone, it may be true for every surgeon. It is divine. Poetry occurs to me at intense moments. It is not I can compose anytime. God is always here in heart.

Seeking Solace and Sublime: Nature and Creative Cognition
(Setu Special, December 2020): Authors


Railway Station: Photo Essay by Rameshwer Singh

Rameshwar Singh

I visit my favourite relaxing place: Railway Station: Recent visit during Covid 19 Scare

Tracks gives me different lessons of 
how the life journey unfolds. 



Almighty has chosen your tracks
You are on it 
Move on 
You see tracks are changed many times,
Take heart,

Changing tracks are leading to your destination.


Reaching Railway Station Daurala: A rural railway station:

Lonely station
Sends me a 
Fragrant smile.



Through the eyes of a tree Standing there for years.


Typical Water Tap
We are all familiar with
It says
I don't want to stand here idly
Come and quench your thirst
I get pleasure by serving
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Trains missing
So are the travelers



A Goods Train parked
Different Stylish names on every carriage
They tell me
Economy is recovering.

An over bridge 
Usually vibrant with
Multiple footsteps 
Now waiting for someone 
For the company.
It seems happy 
Seeing me there.



I see a toilet 
Exclusively for Divyangs.

If I can walk today
I may not do it tomorrow
If I can eat today with my hands,
May not do it tomorrow.
Better I serve and help today
Those who can't do it today


I sit at a platform bench 
To unfold some divine 
And spiritual thoughts 
flying and floating 
In my conscious.
Absolutely lonely today.



A temple at a platform unique occurrence at Indian Rural Railway Station.
Mantras floating in the air
Transcendental for me.

A Goods Train enters
I wave at the driver.
He reciprocates happily.
Somewhat amazed 
To see me standing alone.
Train passes through.



I love last cabin 
That of the guard.
It tells that 
This story finishes here.

Guard waves at me.
I wave too.


Anytime I see train Disappearing
I feel sad.
It reminds me
Life is a short journey.
Live it with Love 
Till you live.
Time to return

While returning 
I see a man 
Riding on a bicycle on platform.
It reminds me of 
My childhood riding bicycle to my school.
It also reminds me of 
Fast disappearing 
Postman and Newspaperwala.
When travelling starts 
After Pandemic
I will find more stories
That define Humanity.
Love you all