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Links 1 through 10 of 45 by Just Mohit tagged poem

isolation is the gift,
all the others are a test of your endurance, of
how much you really want to do it.
and you’ll do it
despite rejection and the worst odds
and it will be better than
anything else
you can imagine.

if you’re going to try,
go all the way.
there is no other feeling like that.
you will be alone with the gods
and the nights will flame with fire.

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And then the day came,

when the risk

to remain tight

in a bud

was more painful

than the risk

it took

to blossom.

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Do not carve on stone or wood,

"He was honest" or "He was good."

Write in smoke on a passing breeze

Seven words… and the words are these,

Telling all that a volume could,

"He lived, he laughed and… he understood."

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All that is gold does not glitter,

Not all those who wander are lost;

The old that is strong does not wither,

Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,

A light from the shadows shall spring;

Renewed shall be blade that was broken,

The crownless again shall be king.

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(Salil Tripathi gives it to Bob Dylan in his own verse)
How many parents must tell their kids, to look down, not to ask, and keep mum? How many teachers must tell students, that obedience trumps freedom? How many countries would jail a monk, for saying om mani padme hum?
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind, the answer is blowing in the wind.
How many farmers will lose their land, so princelings can play in the wild? How many mums will let their girls die, because a son must be the only child? How can Bob raise a toast and say ganbei, with men who are so quick to get riled?
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind, the answer is blowing in the wind...
How many years can a mountain exist, before it is washed to the sea? How many years can some people exist, before they’re allowed to be free? And how many times can a man turn his head, and pretend that he just doesn’t see?
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind,the answer is blowing in the wind.

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जब भी कश्ती मेरी सैलाब में आ जाती है
माँ दुआ करती हुई ख़्वाब में आ जाती है

रोज़ मैं अपने लहू से उसे ख़त लिखता हूँ
रोज़ उंगली मेरी तेज़ाब में आ जाती है

दिल की गलियों से तेरी याद निकलती ही नहीं
सोहनी फिर इसी पंजाब में आ जाती है

रात भर जागते रहने का सिला है शायद
तेरी तस्वीर-सी महताब में आ जाती है

एक कमरे में बसर करता है सारा कुनबा
सारी दुनिया दिले- बेताब में आ जाती है

ज़िन्दगी तू भी भिखारिन की रिदा ओढ़े हुए
कूचा - ए - रेशमो -किमख़्वाब में आ जाती है

दुख किसी का हो छलक उठती हैं मेरी आँखें
सारी मिट्टी मिरे तालाब में आ जाती है

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bol ke lab aazaad haiN tere
bol zabaaN ab tak terii hai
teraa sutvaaN jism hai teraa
bol ke jaaN ab tak terii hai
dekh ke aahaNgar kii dukaaN meN
tuNd haiN shole surKh hai aahan
khulne lage qufloN ke dahaane
phailaa har ek zanjiir kaa daaman
bol ye thoRaa vaqt bahut hai
jism-o-zubaaN kii maut se pahle
bol ke sach ziNdaa hai ab tak
bol jo kuch kehnaa hai keh le

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जब समय मिले
जब समय न मिले
तब भी आना

जैसे हाथों में
आता है जांगर
जैसे धमनियों में
आता है रक्त
जैसे चूल्हों में
धीरे-धीरे आती है आँच

आना जैसे बारिश के बाद
बबूल में आ जाते हैं
नए-नए काँटे

दिनों को
और वादों की धज्जियाँ उड़ाते हुए

आना जैसे मंगल के बाद
चला आता है बुध

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What we choose to fight is so tiny!
What fights us is so great!
If only we would let ourselves be dominated
as things do by some immense storm,
we would become strong too, and not need names...
Whoever was beaten by this Angel
(who often simply declined the fight)
went away proud and strengthened
and great from that harsh hand,
that kneaded him as if to change his shape.
Winning does not tempt that man.
This is how he grows: by being defeated, decisively,
by constantly greater beings.

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Mehnat ki loot sabse khatarnak nahi hoti,
Police ki maar sabse khatarnak nahi hoti,
Gaddari, lobh ki mutthi sabse khatarnak nahi hoti.
Baithe bithaye pakde jana bura to hai,
Sahmi si chhup me jakde jana bura to hai,
Par sabse khatarnak nahi hoti.
Sabse khatarnak hota hai murda shanti se bhar jana,
Na hona tadap ka, sab kuch sahan kar jana,
Ghar se nikalna kaam par, aur kaam se loutkar ghar aana,
Sabse khatarnak hota hai,
Hamare sapno ka mar jana.

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