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Aur main har us pal jannat mein hota...

Tere nainon se jo kataren tez nikalti hain,

Mere seene mein jaake kahin gum ho jaati hain,

Har chubhan ke saath tera ehsaas karati hai,

Fir jab bhi dil dhadkata hai…Teri yaad aa jaati hai…

Mujhe ikrar karne nahin deti,

Yeh izhar karne nahin deti,

Hoon khafa main teri zulfon se,

Tera deedar karne nahin deti…

Dekha jo tuje khilkhilate hue,

Bilkul maasoom nazar aati hai,

teri aankhon mein bachpan chalak aata hai,

jab bhi too khilkhilati hai…

Tere aks ko chookar bhi madhosh ho jata hoon hamdam,
Ghazab ho gaya ki aaj tere nain dekhne se bhi katrate hain muje...


Muje kuch der aur tadapne de ae zaalim,
Zakhm chaahat ka thoda aur pakne de zaalim,
Tere liye deewanapan thoda aur badhne de tu zaalim...
Ki muje teri rooh mein ghul jana hai...


Tu kyun itna tadpaati hai,
Bina kuch kiye hi rula jaati hai,
Mere dil ki gehraaimein O hamdam...
Tu...Tu itna kyun utar jaati hai?!!!



Tera naam sun kar mera har khauff...kuchh darr sa jaata hai...
Harmushkil hairaan ho jaati hai...jab dushmann bhi dosst ban jaata hai...

Peena toh ham bhi khoob chaahte hain yaaron,
Par shayad fikr karta hai woh ki kabhi...
Maykhana hi nahin milta...

Tere naam sun ke aashiyana mera yun hi jagmaga uthta hai...
Ki meri palkon ko jaise pyaar ho gaya hai teri raahon se...

Dawning of a bright day...By Rahul Gangoli (A Guru-Story from Rishimukh)

Rahul has immovable faith in Guruji. Suffering from Leukemia, Rahul was in a coma after contracting an ARDS infection.All the doctors told that he would not survive, but he came out of it!
The doctors call him a ‘Living Miracle’. Rahul has written the following poem…
It was very emotional for me when I read it first time…
I don't like typing...but his love forced me to write it...

Love You Guruji

YOU WANNA BET???
Right from my secondary school days,
A very pious devotee of
Sri Sri Ravishankar Guruji was I.    

When one night I had a dream of Sri Sri himself,
I could hear clear and loud
The pleasant tic tocs of Padukas on the stairs.
Flustered yet in sheer joy,
I looked around for a chair.

The firm but sweet voice of my Guruji said
You will have my Darshan tomorrow.
The dream ended like all dreams do
But what a significance it really had!!

For at that time I was in ICU, with needles in
every inch of my body,
My lord what have I done? Why am I suffering?
I grieved as I thought.
What’s the great mistake?
I asked myself as my tears I fought.

I was in a daze,
And the same soothing voice of my Guruji I heard,
Rahul you are a very brave child
And you will come out of this he said.
The voice was so compassionate, gentle and full of love.

There stood a man with a white robe and untidy beard and hair,
This was a Christian priest who’s come to pray I was told.
To meet his eyes…I wasn’t so bold.
No strange coincidence was this!
If that was what you all think,
It was my Sri Sri Ravishankar Guruji
Who established that vital link.

When sorrow over flows,
When there is pain and sadness around,
It is then we surrender unconditionally, and find
That the Lord comes dowm to save mankind!

My pain soon melted away
Dawned a day clear and bright,
My Sri Sri Guruji I finally met
Would any of you WANT TO BET?!