Those Who Try Never Fail

Amitabh Bachchan recited this beautiful, inspiring poem in the closing moments of the historic KBC episode that saw, for the first time ever, a prize money of Rs. 7 crore (approx. USD 1.2 million) being won.

The poem was written by Harivansh Rai Bachchan, Amitabh’s father, and it goes like this:

लहरों से डर कर नौका पार नहीं होती,
कोशिश करने वालों की कभी हार नहीं होती।

नन्हीं चींटी जब दाना लेकर चलती है,
चढ़ती दीवारों पर, सौ बार फिसलती है।
मन का विश्वास रगों में साहस भरता है,
चढ़कर गिरना, गिरकर चढ़ना न अखरता है।
आख़िर उसकी मेहनत बेकार नहीं होती,
कोशिश करने वालों की कभी हार नहीं होती।

डुबकियां सिंधु में गोताखोर लगाता है,
जा जा कर खाली हाथ लौटकर आता है।
मिलते नहीं सहज ही मोती गहरे पानी में,
बढ़ता दुगना उत्साह इसी हैरानी में।
मुट्ठी उसकी खाली हर बार नहीं होती,
कोशिश करने वालों की कभी हार नहीं होती।

असफलता एक चुनौती है, इसे स्वीकार करो,
क्या कमी रह गई, देखो और सुधार करो।
जब तक न सफल हो, नींद चैन को त्यागो तुम,
संघर्ष का मैदान छोड़ कर मत भागो तुम।
कुछ किये बिना ही जय जय कार नहीं होती,
कोशिश करने वालों की कभी हार नहीं होती।

Stardust

Stardust
Stardust

Just a small random poem I scribbled during my last journey to home.

Out I went under the starry sky,
unaware of the full moon shining bright.

So beautiful as was the view;
so much to see, so much to love.

I had only drunk half a glass of its glory
when my eyes turned red and mind heavy.

Lusty eyed I passed out staring at the sky;
what was left to be seen came in my dreams.

Dreams of galaxies far away, but they bust
in the morning when I was woken by stardust.

Poem – Insaan

I don’t write many Hindi poems, but this is one of those few.

मैं जवान हूँ,
मैं तूफ़ान हूँ.
छू नहीं सकते तुम मुझे,
मैं आसमान हूँ.

दोस्तों का दोस्त हूँ,
दुश्मनों के लिए हैवान हूँ.
प्यार करते हैं लोग मुझे,
मैं हर लड़की की जान हूँ.

जाता हूँ जहाँ,
मैं तो रंग जमा देता हूँ.
कहते हैं लोग मुझे,
मैं हर महफ़िल की शान हूँ.

गुरूर है खुद पर मुझे,
और उससे ज़ियादा विश्वास है.
सचाई से करता हूँ सिर्फ जो ठीक लगे,
इसी लिए मैं खुद का अभिमान हूँ.

सोच रहे होंगे हजूर यह अहंकारी कौन है,
हाँ हूँ अहंकारी मैं, मगर
चलता हूँ ईमान से.
मैं पुरखों का ज्ञान हूँ, पंडितों का ध्यान हूँ.

दौलत नहीं है पास न ही शौहरत है साथ,
लेकिन जज़्बा है सब पाने का.
उस जज़्बे के इलावा,
मैं तो एक साधारण इंसान हूँ. [२]

What to Write Tonight

Wrote this one last Sunday. A short story depicted as a poem.

Crowded Market
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Having finished all work,
I’m bored to the core.
There’s no movie on TV,
and no friends galore.

A novel should I read,
or a story should I write?
Time’s in plenty, so I should write,
but really, what to write tonight?

Several ideas striking my mind,
but none too cool and much exquisite.
Change of setting perhaps I need,
a crowded place I need to visit.

Should I go to the market,
or go to the mall?
Fresh air and people all around,
that’s what I need and that’s just all.

Off to the market here I go,
the land full of people, activities and more.
With so much to see and so much to know,
hope I get an idea to further explore.

People, people fill the place,
and sizzling, dancing, colorful lights.
Happy faces, glowing bright,
away from stress and daily “fights”.

Should I write about that girl,
dazzling beauty, talking on her phone?
Or the cheerful couple, walking tight?
Or that stout man, cold as a drone?

What are those pricks, running around,
disturbing the scene, heavy on booze.
Whoa! Is that the actor I saw on TV?
Hell yeah, and that is some news.

Even that little kid can make up my story,
squinting around, looking amused.
So much to take, so much to write,
just the recipe to leave me confused.

Tired of thinking, I’m packing up,
and off I go, flying back home.
Lying on my bed, I’m thinking, I’m musing;
distracted so easily, my mind’s on a roam.

Here I am, still wondering in vain.
Seems I’ll spend all night,
still undecided on
what to write tonight.

Human Errors

This was a short poem I wrote when I was in 11th standard (+1 class) in school, that got published in a reputed English daily The Tribune‘s weekly supplement “Windows”.

In spite of the fact that we are humans,
The most superior and intelligent of all creatures.
We make absurd mistakes,
Which are nothing else but
Hatred, disregard and contempt
Shown towards our mates.
Sometimes we are in a dilemma,
To do or not to do,
To accept or to contradict.
But who can predict,
The happenings that will be.
Someday, due to the foolish deeds of some bloke,
There will be suffering all around.
And for this, only humans will carry the blame,
Because they would be the only one
Who played the game.