#culture

114 posts
  • arularasi 1d

    Love

    Oh my love Krishna, I have been longing for you. I thought of you, many a time, day and night.
    Your music fills the soul.
    Is our connection a fallacy?
    My soul fill with joy as you come and hug me.
    My Lord! you are the symbol of love. Your smile lights up my whole world !
    ©arularasi

  • nainajani 2d

    True Love

    True love will always enrich the soul,
    Cause it doesn't differentiate between colour, caste, culture,
    And is achieved only by the fortunate.

    ©nainajani

  • adityamishravoice 5d

    Home

    खांसने की ही सही ,
    पर पहले कुछ आवाजें तो आती थीं।
    जबसे घर बड़ा हुआ और घर से बड़े गए,
    न कोई आवाज है,न कोई कान।
    ©adityamishravoice

  • palvi_rana 5d

    Place

    Rajasthan is the place
    Where culture is amzed
    I love the place where
    chirmi dancer are engaged
    I love the phonic aa ra ra ra aa
    they sing like India's iconic
    I love their graceful body
    Who attract everybody!!!
    ©palvi_rana

  • ajfrobisherpoetry 1w

    Written to recall the journeys I spent in the chaotic pleasures of ancient cities and cultures foreign and bewildering .. Pakistan...Iran...Egypt...Turkey... where tea and prayer hold importance and are revered now as they were centuries before. 

    Seen through the eyes of the traveller...

    #poetry #poems #poetrycommunity #writing #writingcommunity #writersnetwork #writersonmirakee #travelling #culture

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    The Traveller
    (Of tea & timeless scenes)

    Set adrift in a shock of culture
    Of endless tea & timeless scenes
    Immured in labyrinthine streets
    Lost to a morass of sound and sights
    And aromas that please and repulse
    Drowning in a rising tide of tongues
    That spill mellifluous and rhythmic
    From corners of mouths
    And corners of ancient courtyards
    That absorb every word and guard jealous every secret

    Where the sea of believers
    Handshake and embrace as if meeting for the first time or last time 
    Aging wizened and wise, respected 
    A country's history contained behind opaque eyes
    These wisdomed few sit around smoke stained tables
    Obscured by pungent clouds
    Draining endless cups of lip scolding tea
    Cafes more home than the places
    They daily discard from morning til nightfall

    And between each furtive sip
    They berate and bemoan in toothless whispering angered tones
    The loss of those pleasures of youth And the politics and pain 
    Which constant intertwines and pervades life's rhythm
    An unwelcome interruption and incovenience
    As ubiquitous as the dust that rises and settles
    From the clouds created by the crowds of wearied feet
    That tread the worn streets of millenia

    The crackle of static shatters the humid hum and sultry reverie
    As the soporific mosque wakes and shakes
    To the discordant cry of the ancient muezzin that decries and beseeches
    Those who believe not to ignore
    This call to prayer that is carried in pious air
    Which secretes through cracked windows and splintered door frames
    And swirls in time with creaking ceiling fans

    And now the flies gleeful flit and dance from glass to glass 
    As the cafe deserts and the tea still steams undrunk
    And the anger and ire cools
    For now the faithful stream beckoned to the shadows of the minarets
    That play in dusk's gently fading light
    To await the promise and purity of prayer
    They shuffle with resolute purpose
    Passing shadows that smile unseen 
    Behind veiled faces and sparkling eyes
    Which gentle fade too in darkening passageways

    The narrow pavements slowly empty
    Leaving only the flies that gather 
    To sip the sweetened tea
    That sits ignored by the lone traveller 
    Sat silent impassive in the narrowing night
    Closing his eyes in fervent desire
    To ensure those thousand images
    Are forever recalled
    And the muezzin's call silent fades
    Absorbed by those dutiful souls
    And crumbling walls

  • vijtrn 1w

    लोहड़ी मुबारक

    गन्ने दे रस तो चीनी दी बोरी...
    फेर बनी ओसतो मीठी मीठी रोड़ी ...
    रल मिल सब ने खाईया तिल दे नाल...
    ते मनाइये असी खुशिया भरी लोहरी ...

    © Tarun Vij भारतीय

  • aryamanchetas 2w

    #हिन्दी #हिंदी #मातृभाषा #कविता #भारत #राजनीति #युवा #स्वभाषा #संस्कृति #व्यथा #देश #राष्ट्र #आह्वान #व्यवस्था #लोकतन्त्र #फैली_हुई_स्याही #भोपाल #चेतस #hindi #mothertongue #poetry #poem #india #bharat #politics #youth #culture #pain #country #nation #introspection #bhopal #chetas #system #democracy

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    समय-समय

    रस्ते-रस्ते चलते-चलते जाते हैं
    साँसें-साँसें धुआँ-धुआँ उड़ जाती हैं
    आँखें-आँखें हुईं पनीली, सूख गयीं
    कानों-कान सुना सब कुछ, अनसुना किया
    कण्ठ-कण्ठ में सहमे-सहमे स्वर सिहरे
    कन्धे-कन्धे, चौड़े, अब सिमटे-सिमटे
    सीना-सीना चीर मिले हासिल-हासिल
    दिल-दिल की धड़कन-धड़कन थमती-थमती
    पेट-पेट ज्यों पीठ-पीठ में धँसते से
    हाथ हाथ को छूते या डसते-डसते
    पैर-पैर में पीर-पीर की लहर-लहर
    रग-रग में बहता लोहा जमता-जमता
    पिघला-पिघला जीवन उथला-उथला है
    नगर-नगर में देश-देश ज्यों बसते हों
    भारत-भारत, अहो! आह! भारत! भारत!
    दिन-दिन बीते, रातें-रातें बीत रहीं
    ________________________________
    ०५:४६ अपराह्न, शनिवार, ०९ जनवरी २०१६
    भोपाल, मध्य प्रदेश
    ©aryamanchetas

  • aryamanchetas 2w

    यह गीत पाँच साल पहले तब की राजनीति से व्यथित हो लिखा था। आज अपनी ही पीढ़ी को स्वभाषाओं से दूर हो अपनी जड़ों से कटते देखने के सन्दर्भ में याद हो आया ...

    #हिन्दी #हिंदी #मातृभाषा #गीत #कविता #भारत #राजनीति #युवा #स्वभाषा #संस्कृति #व्यथा #देश #राष्ट्र #आह्वान #फैली_हुई_स्याही #जयपुर #चेतस #hindi #mothertongue #song #poetry #poem #india #bharat #politics #youth #culture #pain #country #nation #introspection #jaipur #chetas

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    बरसो..!!

    रे जलद! जलज प्यासा है
    अभिषेक करो वसुधा का
    हाँ, बरसो चौमासा है!

    अर्धशती का यह अकाल क्या सबके प्राण हरेगा?
    आज नियति झुठला कर यम दो बार कण्ठ धर लेगा!
    इस आशावादी जग में
    कैसी हताश आशा है!
    यह क्लेश हरो दुविधा का
    हाँ, बरसो चौमासा है!

    उपवासों से देव न रिझते, सुऋचाएँ अपठित हैं
    पूजा की पद्धतियाँ भी इस प्रदेश से प्रस्थित हैं
    अब भविष्य का तो केवल
    बस हविष्य से नाता है
    सम्मान करो समिधा का
    हाँ, बरसो, चौमासा है!

    कर्मयोग विस्मृत कर बैठी, जाति हमारी न्यारी
    पाञ्चजन्य-उद्घोषक को कहती बस मुरलीधारी
    "सम्पत्ति सुमति से बनती"-
    मानस का कवि गाता है
    उद्योग करो सुविधा का
    हाँ, बरसो, चौमासा है!

    कवि आशावादी होता है, कुछ तो मैं भी हो लूँ
    कवि-कर्तव्यों से अच्युत रह निज-विवेक-पट खोलूँ
    कीचड़ में कमल खिलेगा
    मन में यह अभिलाषा है
    तुम कीच करो अभिधा का
    हाँ, बरसो, चौमासा है!

    ~चेतस
    @जयपुर, २३ मार्च २०१३
    #फैली_हुई_स्याही
    ©aryamanchetas

  • justbeepoetry 2w

    The Red String of Fate...

    Cognizantly I chose
    to disconnect
    Myself from you.
    Not because I
    Stopped caring

    My heart still beats
    Solely To your tune

    But because
    My soul has sentient
    Abilities in detecting
    your insecurities

    Red are the strings
    That pull me
    One lone vein so
    Painfully cut.

    ©justbeepoetry

  • shonaali_ 2w

    Nirbhaya

    Maa bohot dard sah kar..
    bohot dard de kar...
    tukhse kuch kah kar main jaa rahi hun.......
    Aaj meri vidai main jab Sakhiyaan milne aayengi...
    Safai­d Jode main lipti dekh sisak sisak mar jayengi...

    Ladki­ hone ka khud pe fr wo Afsos jatayengi.....


    M­aa tu unse itna kah dena Darindo k duniya main Sambhal kar rahna..........­­.....

    Maa Rakhi par jb Bhaiya Kalai suni rah jayegi..

    yaad mujhe kar kar jab unki Aankh bhar ayegi....

    Tilak mathe par karne ko Maa rooh meri bhi Machal jayegi...

    Maa tu bhaiya ko rone na dena...

    Main sath hu har Pal unse kah dena.......­...­..


    Maa Papa bhi chhup chhup bohot royenge...

    main kuch na kar paya ye kah k khud ko kosenge....

    Maa dard unhe ye hone na dena..

    Ilzaam koi lene na dena...

    Wo Abhimaan hai mera samman hai mera..

    tu unse itna kah dena........


    Maa­ tere liye ab kya kahu..

    dard ko tere shabdon main kaise bandhu...

    fir se jeene ka moka kaise maangu......


    Maa­ log tujhe satayenge....

    mu­jhe azaadi dene ka tujhpe ilzaam lagayenge....

    Ma­a sab sah lena par ye na kahna

    "Agle janam Mohe Bitiya na dena

    - Anonymous

  • dauntlesswit 3w

    At 10, her mother said " shh! Forget it" while she complained about her cousin's misbehaviour.
At 15, her sister told "shh! You won't be sent to school" for being bothered about the male teacher's misconduct.
At 20, the society screamed "shh! He is stronger than you" when she revolted against Eve teasing.
At 25, naani replied "shh! It's not our culture" when she asked to talk to the groom before marriage.
And ever after that she only heard "shh! He is your husband" for all her loud cries.

Whom are we slaves of? Men? Or ourselves?
    ©dauntlesswit

  • entanglednerves 3w

    Book of Inebriated Ascetic verse#11

    As I inhaled a fresh drag of weed, outside the temple,

    I bumped into the Messenger of God, he cried,

    "We're from the Land of Yogis and not Hippies,

    Stop aping their culture, East is better than the West!"

    "Fair enough", I exhaled, "Time to divide this world,

    No Western weed pipe for Yogis, no Eastern weed for Hippies

    And hence we'd live The Great Hypocrite's incomplete Life."

    The temple bells chimed. "Your Preach time!", I saluted.

    - Shivin Varghese Unitholi

    ©entanglednerves

  • unexpressed_ 4w

    Priorities

    Though our cultures, traditions, religions are different we lived for us and all that got changed in the end and you weighed more for all your cultures, traditions and religions.
    ©unexpressed_

  • loftydreams101 4w

    Fragments

    There is a lonely, 
    Fragmented trail,  
    Urging me to stray into the marshes      
    Of a lost homeland  

    © William Wright, Jr. 2017

  • amanakhouri 4w

    लोग तो यूँ काबिल यहां की पत्थर तक तोड़ दें,

    अब और क्या बनाऊं इस दिल को तू ये बता...

    ©amanakhouri

  • aditya8879 4w

    A Mystical Land - India

    Where the dreams come true,
    Where love becomes a legend,
    And legend becomes a belief.
    I invite you to feel that belief in your heart and soul, because that's where all the good things go.
    I invite you to get lost in the midst of the hidden beauty of my country.
    A land known for its indifferences, but remembered for its sheer passion for love.
    I invite you to explore.

  • belinda247 5w

    words rolled out casually

    He said: babe I'm a hunter, I pluck birds in my past time. You're just a chicken in a third world country.

    ©belinda247

  • poetess_neeti 5w

    उम्मीद

    तुम्हारी आंखों में मुझे मेरी उम्मीद दिखाई देती है, ना जाने क्यों पर तुम मुझसे आंखें ही चुरा लेते हो, फिर भी तुम्हारे इंतज़ार में मेरा समय ठहरा हुआ है क्यों, उम्मीद में मेरी हलचल अभी भी है।
    ©poetess_neeti

  • krishnaquoted 6w

    CHANGE YOURSELF

    The world is fake
    People around us are liars
    Hiding the truth in their hearts
    Speaking from their throats
    We find chaos everywhere.
    We still find rapes
    Men losing their manly nature
    Women still covering their faces to hide themselves from these night rapists.
    She still wearing chudidhar, though she wanted to wear shorts.
    The lust in the eyes of rapists is threatening her dare.
    Women unable to step out of the house due to lack of protection in the nights.
    It's not your fault and it's not us as well.
    It's the fault of everyone.
    The way you think is the way you see.
    The way you see it, the way you do the same.
    So, think right, see it in a right manner
    Do which is right to the society.
    ~ CHANGE OVER
    ©krishnaquoted

  • localtalkies 6w

    Partition

    Hindu bhi sahi hai, aur musalmaa bhi,
    Jang me toh sirf insaan mara,
    Na hawa bati, na bata aasmaan
    Zameen thi, toh ek bana hindusthan toh dusra Pakistan.


    ©localtalkies