Mahendra Bhatnagar

Rookie (26th June 1926 / JHANSI [U.P.] INDIA)

[8] Life: As It Is (4) - Poem by Mahendra Bhatnagar

LIFE: AS IT IS [Vol.4]


POET: Mahendra Bhatnagar

169Lose Not Your Heart
168 Irresistible
169 Suffering
170 Dilemma
171 Unstopping Feet
172 Support
173 No Life
174 We Know It Well
175 Companion
176 This Is Not Destination
177 Devotion To Song
178 Lamp Of Life
179 Introduction
180 New Life
181 Tide And Boatman

183 Situation And Suspense

184 Were Is Rest?

185 Value Of Tears
186 Let Run Down
187 Destruction
188 Evolution
189 F low Of Passion
190 Sung The Song
191 You
192 Desire

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Do not lose heart!
One day the heart-rose shall bloom
In the midst of impediments galore!
So, lose not your heart!

Sport with the fury of storms,
If they rage and roar around you.
Stand up to the heavy rocks
They fling at you!

You know well enough
The weather is rainy;
There's rough and tumble in the sky,
The dark clouds hover and thunder above
Let all that be a song sonorous to you!

Flashes the lightning, again and again
But to you a crackling of firework it is!
If you tread your track unmoved
Your destination itself will arrive one day
And meet you half way!
Do not lose heart!
One day the heart-rose shall bloom
In the midst of impediments galore
So, lose not your heart!

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I shall not bow down before misfortune,
Though remained unsuccessful in life, today!

Not even for a moment kept dormant
the feeling of devotion,
No matter, if I am defeated,
I shall not get tired on the lonely paths,
Away, how-so-ever away may the destination be!

Today, the darkness alike Amavas1 is overcast all-round,
But, just tomorrow, the dawn will smile all-round,
I shall not stop in the crippled dilemma of mind,
Though I may not have any support!

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1 The last day of the dark half of a month.


Youth you are of the up coming age,
Shedding tears
In remembrance of the beloved,
Or for her betrayal
Behoves you not!
Clouds are gathering,
Breeze vernal blows slow,
Sky is lit up with moon-light!
Far away are you from beloved!
Or she has broken your trust
Simple and sentimental you are,
Enshrined in your heart is love,
And desire lurk there,
And longing too for happiness,
And dreams of a fresh, golden smiling life!
But, today they are shattered,
As if a thermometer slipped
From the hands on a stone,
The tears roll like mercury,
As though lost now is all your control!
Heed no more that
The candle is burning out,
And like sharp thin thorns
The memories are piercing the heart!

These pigeons
Calmly sitting on the roof
Do they too,
So remember some one?
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What's is this weariness?
That leaves inert every limb, every nerve!

Deadened is the mind to sensations all,
Heavy and tired are the eyes with sleep!

How is it,
That fatigued out is my soul
And the vault of heaven resounds not
With the melody of my soul?

Wax-like melt the convictions firm
Oh! why hope of future too
Is receding fast like a star
Away and away from sight?

Thorns lie concealed in the dust
On life's road difficult
And strewn with impediments is my path.

How is it,
That my soul's lamp flickers fast
As these storms rage in the skies?
Ah, a reality, it is too grim
An illusion it can't be!

Forget it! shall I?
Or shall I weakened by weariness,
Sleep and swing on the chords of dreams
In the quiet woods of calm breath?

Or, abjectly surrendering to stark reality
Shall I rein in the soul?
(Which dormant lies already.)

Or shall I,
With all the might of the soul
Fight every movement of reality?
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In the dark night of despair no ray of hope glows!

Nowhere, now the stars in the sky shine,
All horizons of the earth invisible, afar somewhere,
But, I keep on going support less somewhere, constantly,
All the birds of heart are not tired, still,
The rugged way difficult and full of thorns,
but feet not stopping anywhere!

Constantly vomiting poison — every story of the path,
Storms continuously demolishing
all secured eminent structures,
But, constantly progressing, free and powerful life,
Not least unsuccessful became the devotion of my soul,
Extinguished the fast kindling flame
of inauspicious rival time!

Lightening and roaring dense clouds are frightening,
Becoming rough and complicated continuously each way,
Encircled darkness enhanced each step like smoke,
Due to terror, signal-lamps of the road extinguished,
It's the night of annihilation, but even at this dreadful time
My eyes did not fill with tears!

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I don't want to go along with you
Even if move away the support of life!

If lived, begging somebody's mercy
Then, for what?
I shall feel no anxiety, even negligently,
For myself,
Not least regret, whether extinguish
This only shining star in the sky!

Will laugh and live
Without success,
Human life doesn't brighten up
Without futilities,
I have great confidence that
This flowing stream of life will not cease

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[174] NO LIFE

Is it life? No, not at all!

Good fortune is not the only wish of heart,
To weep on misfortune is a crime here,
To forget —
Moments of distress are indications of great future,
If, having no so much faith
Then, that can never be an outlook of life,
No, not at all!

Dreams only overcast in the sky of eyes,
Who sing songs for only themselves,
To forget —
Excellence, service-rendering
are the basis of humanity!
If so much is not acceptable
Then your breath is tied up,
And in the heart there is no palpitation,
Not at all!

Not only flowers bloom in the garden,
Dust also spreads at every feet,
To forget —
Ever revolt against hindered and imprisoned life,
If you have so much attachment with life,
Then, what's the frenzy of might,
Is it youth? No, not at all!

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We'll march removing hurdles,
Cleaving the dark
We'll march!
For, we know it well —
That lightning flashes not in the blaze of noon!

Awake, incessantly shall we proceed
Erecting an edifice anew.
For, we know it well —
That youth falters not — no, never!

The opposing gales will gaze in wonder,
And the adversities will then quickly end;
For, we know it well —
That the breaths of the undaunted
are wasted not — no, never!

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Those who suffer the calamities of life laughingly —
Are my only companions!

Dense darkness on the
thorny, rugged, stony and lonely way,
But, those who set out,
having enlightened new dawn in their eyes,
Dauntlessly which play with life and death —
Are my only companions!

When angry fast winds roar on head,
When failed all hopes and desires of future,
Then in that utter disappointment
those who endure many hardships in life —
Are my only companions!

Dashing against obstacles
those who could not know ceasing,
Before getting the destination
those who could not know tiring,
Throughout the life
those who concord with the youthfulness of life —
Are my only companions!

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This is not your destination!

You have to go further,
You have to burn more,
You have to struggle hard on the path of life!

You have to drink more poison,
Then only is the living successful,
Today, it is the time, surely, for your test!

Storm is before you, .
But, man is mighty,
Who whipped all the creation of calamity with feet!

This is my faith,
History speaks,
I am the same that makes the body of destructive designs

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Tune of hope and belief
I have been playing on the lyre of time, constantly!

The dense darkness surrounded on the way,
Terrible is the whole atmosphere today,
Clouds gathered and sky roaring,
Have been singing victory-songs
In front of death / at funeral pile!

Collect, Man! Life-courage everlasting,
Burn in the fire, which is sharply flamed,
The youth will be brightened up thus,
Giving performance of powerful songs,
Have been awakening the world!

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This lamp of life kept on burning alone
the whole night!

Wind came with a destructive force,
Sky roared in the madness of power,
But, the lamp was engrossed in burning without repose,
Till the new golden time didn't come in the world!

It has been constantly burning laughingly
the whole night,
It has been reared up even amidst the storms,
Has been crushing the vanity of tyrants,
It gave gleaming light
to mute, ruined and troubled men!

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Sweet stream of love I am!

Those who came not close to me,
Kept distant acquaintance only,
Thought me devoid of feelings,
Laughing ridiculously, neglected me,
How they came to know,
Ocean of love I am!

Seeing mine frail body, with a bird's eye,
Turning their face, became aloof from my way,
How they came to know,
The axis of power I am!

I didn't smile a little,
Because the life was much perplexed,
So, the people who think me the mute stone,
How they came to know,
Tinkling of harp I am!

Leaving me alone on the bank
Those who went away on their boats,
Now, entangled in the waves of tide,
And the ocean is roaring on them,
How they came to know,
Helm of salvation I am!

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[181] NEW LIFE

[On the stage, a young man sings in a pathetic tone. His hairs are dry and dishevelled. Its' dark on the stage; the young man's face is, however, dimly lighted. As he sings, soft melody of an instrument — quite in tune with the song — comes from behind the curtain.

Man's life is filled with helpless moments;
The days and nights are all dark and dreary
And the stale talk of those dire needs
Rap my heart —
How long will it take the rains to come?
The song of life is left half-sung — never done!
My life is given to helplessness!

The same old dreams deceive as yet,
And the heart is filled
With those very lusts, throbs and commotions —
How long will it take a new world to bear?
My life is filled with dreary moments!
My life is given to helplessness!

[The background music becomes a little high-pitched and a female voice, as yet subdued and indistinct, is heard, also echoing the tune of the song. The young man continues to sing...

The hot winds blow
Howling at the nests,
Scaring me to wonder —
How long will it take the spring to bloom?
My life is fading amidst autumn's dead leaves!
My life is given to helplessness!

[The approaching sounds of the ankle-bells accompany the melodious voice of the lady and the instrument. The voice of the young man becomes soft; but all the same he goes on singing...

My fatigue-intoxicated body aches
And my heart is rendered
Weak, helpless and demoralized —
How long will it take to beam a smile?
My life becomes a show of skeleton!
My life is given to helplessness!

[A young and vivacious lady appears on the stage. She is basked in colourful light. She is the symbol of a New Life. The young man looks at her in amazement and his song abruptly stops. But, he background music becomes somewhat sharp...

Man's morrow is bright and gay,
Be it though not a better path,
Strewn with thorns, an intractable path,
But he tramples down the thorns
Alleviating adversities comes then
the New Life beaming smiles!
Mitigating darkness comes then
the New Life showering light!

[As soon as the words, 'beaming smiles' are heard her face beams with smile. The young man, singing the background music, approaches the Lady of Life. His dry hairs wave in the air; and the Lady of Life holds his hands into hers. Then the melodies of the instrument, the song and the ankle-bells linger to reverberate for a little while.]

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The boatman is rowing the boat!

Tearing the heart of ocean
run terrible waves, nonstop,
Winds rustle with angry tone
right on the head,
Dense darkness overcast in the sky
from this horizon to that,
Some murderous creature is taking long breath nearby!

Each moment, coming from afar
dark clouds of annihilation are amassing,
Suppress, with horrible roaring,
the voice of powerful hope of victory,
Gloating last time, assisted by death,
but constantly forwarding, with steadfast courage,
he is challenging the adverse circumstances!

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Not worried; nevertheless afraid too!

When life is at stake,
Facing struggles at every step,
New Bhairvee1 is being resounded,
Not at all possible to stop anywhere
There is defeat; together with victory!

We are feeling all passions,
Desires and renunciations,
Someone calls — 'Come back',
Someone adorn, saying — 'Good-bye'!
Weeping and wailing; as well singing too!

There is reflection of bad in good,
Where is deception; there is faith too,
Even curse is with bliss,
'Human' is weak, moreover is truly great,
Unholy; is sacred too!

Who is challenging like this?
Who is caressing like this?
Man — is drenched in hostile conflicts,
Man — is always present in moments of enjoyment,
He is a foe; as well a friend too!

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1 A tune which is sung in the early morning.


Where is rest for us?

We have fought even the death,
Each moment progressing ahead,
All the thorns of the path
See, are thrust into the dust by now,
Moving forward, we have to destroy the darkness hence on!

We haven’t cared for troubles moreover,
We haven’t seen dust too,
We haven’t seen
the smiling sweet flowers in the way,
We haven’t known what is love and ties of affection!

We are not what we were yesterday,
We are marching at our own pace,
Whether it is defeat or victory
We remained alike at every moment,
We have strange and firm faith to change the world!

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When was it possible for the world
to assess the value of my tears?
It simply kept on gazing,
the unwinking flow of tears,
Looking with two merciless eyes; that's all,
as if, lamps devoid of affection,
Which human being sang the song
in tune with my agony?

Is there any fellow-traveler of life,
just matching one's heart's desire,
When one is facing and suffering
sobs, mute sighs, and death?
Is there any, who is protected
by the intricacies of heart?

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Let run down the tears of mine,
But don't confer the gift of love!

On the path, as I stop,
On each step when I bend,
Fighting with the storms
Get tired, entangled in the whirlwind,
Let me move in a tottering manner,
Don't give me support for a moment!

Whether the tide rises in the ocean,
No matter, the boat caught in the whirlpool,
Looking the thick rainy clouds gathered
the heart palpitates in quick successions, even though,
Let me move forward
Don't give helm in my hands!

On the dark path of life,
On the bushy and thorny path of life,
Support less and alone,
Enlightening my heart
I shall go stumbling and rising,
Don't give me the world of easily obtainable light!

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I am fading each moment!

Stars envelope in the sky,
Waves merge in the ocean,
Tunes of the lyre are lost
In the sound of blowing wind,
One day in the stream-trend of time
Agile; I will also vanish!
The youth of flowers is of short duration,
The song of the black-bees is short lived,
When their heart-beats of desires
are so transient
Lasting for a short time, my mortal body
Will also become feeble!

The day declines and the dust diffuses in air,
The night rolls every moment
The ages are passing with their own pace,
The world is changing continuously,
I also move on the path of life
With internal uneasiness!

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I keep glowing every moment!

Buds on the branches of trees,
Row of stars flickering in the sky,
Little by little, look in full perfection
With the new lustre of life!

Dry river receiving water up to the brim
The desert being full with dripping drops,
When each particle gets life
I too fill vim in my heart!

Infusing sweet joviality in the world
Came fresh spring on the earth,
My words also getting tunes
When cuckoo started cooing!

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Today, passions are in full sway!

Vanquishing the ocean of tears,
The heart gets rid of pain,
The burden of ages
became light,
Heart has sung a song;
Reverberating its clank!

Heat of the sun has gone,
Burning sensations of soul are calm,
In the shades of clouds
Prevailing the cool wind!
Got the love of beloved
in her silent acceptance!

Merged, within the blink of an eye
All the hardships of night and day,
The heart became happy,
Like the leaf of a garden,
I attained now everlasting happiness
Materializing the paradise!

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You say, ''Sing the song, today! ''
It's a union-festival — auspicious and sacred!

You, forcibly fill the vibrations of pleasant waves in life,
And just then, come quietly, steal the heart's wealth,
Feelings of sadness are lost,
you make me forget past-sufferings!

You are sweetish cool spring of my life's stream,
Influencing the tune of my life's poems, every moment,
At the time of utter defeat,
Looking towards you, I feel myself victorious!

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[191] YOU

You are tender shoot of my life's tree!

You give distinct recognition to my youth,
Lustre lost face got brightened, due to you,
Your movements prove my living existence, yes!

I admit, during the stormy-rainy season,
I shook from the root,
Yet, I sing your song,
thoroughly from the depth of heart,
Only, on your strength, I fight fearlessly — unceasingly!

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[192] DESIRE

Desire of mine!

Just as sky,
Restless shivering,
Can't contain itself in the heart,
Imagination of mine just as — dense fresh clouds!

Candid lamp,
Constant brightness,
Trilling voices of pain are imprisoned in the heart,
Complete life-worship of mine is well adorned, today!

No burns,
Sink in nectar,
The unflickering flame of heart is burning constantly,
Always object-oriented is worship of mine!

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