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राह में  मिले कृष्णा कहीं, मुझे अपनी  बांसुरी दे गए कान में मेरे चुपके से एक बात कह गए --         वह छेल छबीली पनघट पर         शिथिल , चुपचाप खड़ी है         वह जड़ है         लेकर अपना भार खड़ी है         अपने प्रिय की प्रतीक्षा में         कितनी लाचार बनी है         आँखों में, अंतर में, कुछ लिए         वह बेजार खड़ी है                  - अपूर्व ! तुम उसे                     यह बांसुरी दे देना                     उसकी अनकही बातों को                     उसके प्रिये तक पहुंचा देना                     मै फिर पहुंचा पनघट पर                     हाथ में बांसुरी लिए                     संकुचता हुआ                     ह्रदय  में संवेदना लिए                     लगा जैसे एक भोली बाला                     लाज में गड़ी हो                     प्रेम की आग दिल में लिए                     संशय में पड़ी हो                              दे दूँ उसे बांसुरी                              और खोल दूँ वो सब द्वार                              जिन्हे वो यत्न  से, सब से छुपा, बंद किये खड़ी है

Author: Dunija Rothschild Life a great teacher holds my hand every morning teaches me to laugh in pain and cry when filled with joy... Life a great teacher whispers songs of love, of hope in my ears and teach world is but a giant toy...  About the Author: Dunija Rothschild, is a writer, meditator and philosopher.  She enjoys observing herself and others in the varied colors of life. All her stories and poems take shape from the class called Life, they are inspired from the real life incidents.

Author: Amy Hofstadter I think I was sleeping, when a deep male voice woke me up. In front of me was standing a handsome old man, with all his hairs silver white. I saw around, the room looked different, it was not my usual studio apartment. The room was much larger and very dimly lit. The old man was standing about five feet away from me near a strange looking light source , surrounded by two coils glowing with light. The old man was talking perhaps to me or to himself! I am not even sure that he knew I was present there. His voice echoed in my ears, “Today I am 120 year old, almost the last surviving male of my generation!   Inventor of   life force generator, a device that can generate infinite energy from nothing.”   Saying this, he moved towards the central light source.   I don’t know if it is my imagination, or just pure sleep, but I am sure I saw at that moment the   light source flickered and few firefly like things flew from it, they merged   into that old man’