💥 Truth. ( Vikrant Rajliwal)

You need to have a positive feeling that you have wasted the precious time due to the misdeeds and misdeeds of your past, and by adopting the path of truth in the current era, while improving your own dilapidated person, Use of time and your persistence on that divine path can be a path of improvement.

And if you do not want to use the path of that improvement, you will not be able to use it even if you do not want it at the present time. That is, you see the destruction of the time of your present period as a result of the unbelieving of the people of the higher power of yourself, or even the precious time when the existence is destroyed. After this you awakened the power of Swam and continued towards the path of truth continuously. If you are able to reclaim those lost priceless opportunities while advancing on the path of reform, then it can be your recovery. By whom you have recovered the opposition of the people of the highest power by having your determination power, keeping faith in the integrity and determination power of themselves.

You can do a real miracle by working on determination power and its development. By making use of his own determination power and discipline of miracles, the miracle is to create a high quality of himself and to make the other needy aware of that divine path through that bright person too.

In this way, you can develop a positive development of your personality by constantly developing your own resolve power through real experiences of yourself.

Inspired by the true experiences of written by Vikrant Rajliwal

First publication on12 June 2019 1:55 pm

(Republish)

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🕊️ A Truth. (My experience of Truth.) #First published as a collection of 1 to 6th Blogs.#👥

A 17-year-old young boy recruits at the Rehabilitation Center. And with every passing moments, he begins to remember every single sentence of his life one by one. With whose influence an infallible change in his life has come easily. Some changes may be positive and some of them may be negative. Do you know that the 17-year-old young boy Youth who did not only face the most complex situations of life but in the raw age of his life, but also giving them a positive direction while conquering them, who is he? Yes, you know it is none other than your friend Author Vikrant Rajliwal.

Even today, I remember those moments of my life very near by which I could not forget even if I wanted to. The life I am living today, it would have ever been a dream of a dream. One such dream that I had known when I stepped into the rationalization or it would be more appropriate to say that when I realized that I have now come to an eternal corrective way of life in Rehabilitation. Even today, the day is in memory of my life. On that day even the respect of the days had given me a knock of arrival in my life. And on that day, respect for me and other days was only feeling very high energy. But that day was in reality and completely transforming my life, being proved completely contrary to the days.

While remembering that day, I would like to mention some of my line’s which I had written on Twitter and other social media on yesterday … ये दिल है कि आज भी जो खुद से ही खुद की एक बग़ावत की चाहत रखता है।
और हम है कि जो आज भी हर बग़ावत को इस दिल से मिटा देना चाहते है।।

विक्रांत राजलीवाल द्वारा लिखित।

07/06/2019

Even today, this heart keeps a desire for a rebellion of itself.
And we still want to erase every rebellion with this heart.

Written by Vikrant Rajliwal
07/06/2019
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True friends, many times even today in my heart this idea comes, that just! Now much has not happened anymore. Yes can not tolerate anymore But the knowledge gained from the experiences of my struggle of self and those experiences of my life still do not give me any permission for this rebuke. This is the life that we can not erase the victory achieved by the guidance given by our teachers and the triumphant circumstances of our own life, because of their ignorance, or they have forgotten from their lives while proving the very complex conflict of their lives. Can not do. Well, I was telling you how some day your life can completely change your life without any particular warning. One such day came in my life when my simple life changed completely.

Remember when …

(The rest will be released from its next blog.)

Written by Vikrant Rajiiwal
08/06/2019 at 11:30 pm
(If there has been any error in translation of this Hindi language in English language then I regret it.)FB_IMG_1549024876696

Often, whenever someone asks me what is the most important achievement of you in your life? So I say to them that even today I am alive and my heart is beating in a healthful manner, and this is what is the biggest achievement of my life so far.

You must be wondering how? So let me tell you that it may be easy for you, but for me this is never so easy. When a disobedient child selects the path of improvement automatically and when it encounters many complex situations on that path, then the truth is that the friends forgetting their beats at one time forgets their beats. Understanding the vast distinction between the behavior and misbehavior of human life on the path of reform, make an effort to convert every kind of abuse from behavior to its good thoughts and convergence through a determined struggle.

Although you are aware that at present, every known person is a member of your family or the people who have known or understood the path of reform from you, by examining your past practices, rejecting your current carnal corrective work, Doubt will look comfortable with that vision. Faced with such complex situations, while struggling on the path of reform, while maintaining a struggle, on the smooth paths of life while handling the self, continuing to be progressive towards life while facing the complexity of life, the friends in truth have never been so easily.

Remember … that morning was as familiar and energetic as it was in the morning of some other day. The same feeling that the first feeling of the day had arisen in the morning, there was never a slight difference from any other day. The first thing to realize when the eye opened in the morning was that even today, like in the last couple of days, I did not wake up at 3.10 am in the morning, at 7:00 in the morning, to go to the akhada or stadium, unlike Swam’s (own) discipline. . And now I am not able to feel the same health and equally as before, but now I am going to be somewhat shabby like any old slaughter. Even today, when I got up in the morning, I was making my self-esteem that soon everything will be alright and I will wake up at 3:10 am in the morning and start an akhada going on setting up a discipline in my life. Today, this idea was a bit different in some ways, because just a few days ago, I met Akshmaat (accidentally) only with my Guruji (coach) and he inspired me to come back to the arena. At the right time, I will tell you the tales of this story, which is the first positive and positive change in my life and will always be there.

Whatever the nature may have been approved today. While churning out the aforesaid feelings, I started my daily routine by sacrificing my bed. First of all, on that day, I searched for my pocket and found some money. But then Akshmaat (immediately) noticed that for the last few months I have not even taken one rupee from my family. Then why was there so much batch of money in me today? I did not even have a sense of this about myself. Immediately I got a few rupees from my father’s pocket, that is, 100 rupees. Yes, I understood rightly without my father’s permission, I was able to get 100 rupees from his pocket, ie, 100 rupees in his pocket and kept waiting for him and his mother to go to the office of the Delhi police. . After some time, he also went off of his own office. After this I also took baths and tightened my lace boots and left my official police quarters outside without considering anything.

Today, I was feeling a little more bothered, and I had been reminded of the conversation that happened some days back, just a few days ago. And in the same absurd I was going away from a fast pace. As if I have come out of that route with my official police quarters. And after a few moments reached the nearest bus stop. After that…

The rest will be released from the next blog.

Written by Vikrant Rajliwal

21/06/2019 at 9;00 pm

This is my translation of the Hindi language blog in the English language. If any error in the translation has hurt someone’s feelings, then I am sorry.

Continue … Then after a few moments, I reach the bus stop nearby. He was a salt in the distance of the right biot on the bus stand, whereas I was some time for the previous time to be filled in the stadium by a broken trap on 3:35 minutes. And today, at this time in this way, in these very strange situations, 100 yards away from the trousers of their worshiped father and waiting for the bus to go to the mandi. Feeling all this, I was feeling a little weird in my breath. At the same time a private bus stopped right at the bus stop, playing the horn straight ahead in front of me.And I saw the number of buses which I have not known right now, but at that time I saw the number of that bus, I knew that this bus will pass through the Mandi only near the Mandi. What was just what I instantly lost without a moment, straight through the back door of the bus and got on that bus. And reaching the next door from the back door of that bus, one side stands near the next door of that bus.

I was just thinking that at that time the conductor of that bus sounded a loud voice from one side that after listening to the “ticket” that cracked voice, I had some realization of reality and I walked slowly to the bus conductor Said to reach him and cut him off the ticket. In a while, he was just about to reach the market near the market and I collected his dues from the conductor of that bus and kept him in the upper pocket of his shirt. Only then he stopped with a shock at a bus stop near the main entrance of the mandi while playing a vigorous horn. I jumped down from that bus in front of the main entrance of the Mandi just before the bus stopped. Every time I jumped down from the bus (every time I came to the market) my heart was throbbing once and I glanced at the opposite direction of the market where there are some blood related relatives near me. Again, without any moment, I enter the mandi from the main door of the market directly.

At that time, it seemed to me that every person there (Mandi) was well aware of why I came here and said that I am still struggling with these feelings that after me A loud sound of a truck’s loud horn is heard. Upon hearing that intense sound, I once again realized that I was standing and being told. Fighting with such a variety of questions in my mind, I reach the other side of the mandi passing through the vegetable market (Asia’s largest vegetable market). Where a wall near the nearby slum was broken by some mischievous manners. Through that broken wall, I cross the mandi and on the other side, I stand on an open road near the railway gate. Today, I was feeling very different about everything here. That is, at some distance, some youths and middle-aged pimples and a group of other whistles appeared to me, speculating on the glasses near them. I do not know why, without waiting for a moment, I am standing near them, after then…

From the rest of the next blog

Written by Vikrant Rajliwal
14/07/2019 at 3:15 pm

If I have made any mistake in this blog translation then I apologise to all of you.

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By now, you have known how in the year 2003-04, going through a tender age, how an insignificant change has come in my life and how and with which thoughts started that day. And how do I get out of my police official quarters and pass through Mandi (Asia’s largest fruit and vegetable market) with a broken wall sitting on the roadside across the market, near some of the addicts and some other addicts gaming on gilasiyo
on the ground near them Got to stand up and then ..

Now further.

And then a voice came from one side that is to bet? As soon as I hear this, I walk away from them that a addict comes a few steps behind me and asks me to stop and ask do you want to pudiya (bhaag & Dhatura? Hearing this from his mouth, I stared at him from top to bottom in a police manner and told him how much it was. On hearing this from my mouth, a wave of joy ran across his face and he said, first to take a puff, then to see and we sit on the railway track and inhale and in the first puff I came to know that my brother Somebody has a bubble. And I took three drug Pudiya (bhaang & dhatura) from her and entered the mandi (Asia’s biggest fruit vegetable market) through the same broken wall to come back and with every rising step the sight and tone in front of my vision was loud and Fast and my intoxication continued to intensify. After that, I have no recollection of how I was able to get back to my government police quarters from that confusing state. But it is so important to remember that on reaching my police quarters, I had a strong kick on the door of my policeman’s quatter while suffering from thirst and dry throat.

After a few moments, I came to know that I had locked and after removing the key from my pocket, I open the lock and enter inside the police quarters. As soon as I enter my quater, I close the door and empty a cold bottle from the fridge and empty half of it in one knee. Now I get some control over my senses and my breath. And I think about my last night what I had created something scary. I will tell you about that which was very terrible, but not yet at the appropriate time by one of the upcoming blogs. Thinking of all this, I take a cigarette out of my pocket and stand outside a window of that fourth floor policeman quater and take a look outside and with a jerk, ignite that curvy cigarette very loudly. I puff. At the same time, the door bell of the Quarter rings. And I start wondering who would have come this time. Thinking that I give one to two puffs and that is when the doorbell rings again. And I slowly approached near the door and peeped out of the door with the third eye, But the saroor, which had drunk the puff of a drunk cigarette, was now beginning to dominate my brain again. And in that stage I don’t see any thing properly outside and I open the door with a jerk.

Remaining next blog …

A real truth based on true events written by Vikrant Rajliwal.

19 August 2019 at 1:45pm

💥 One Truth. 5 (Fifth Blog) A true Experience.

Now further …

And I open the door. At that time, I could not understand anything properly in the saroor of Pudia (bhang, dhatura). Yes, still remember so much that maybe I open the door and stand back near the same window and throw out the smoldering cigarette of the pudiya ( bhang, dhatura) that is still there. Yes, remember, after that, two friends of my father, whom I knew well, he come and stand near by me. And some smilingly ask me that there is a strange smoke here. In response to this, I smile and agree with him.

At the same time, he tells me that today is the party Wishky (Madaria) will drink. On hearing this from his mouth, my forehead goes down and a strange restlessness starts happening. Don’t know why? Probably I had no hope of any such thing from him. Then there is a thought that something is wrong but at that time could not even realize at all what could be wrong. Still, stopping my restlessness, I ask him to speak to my father, uncle! because no family member is present there at the time except me on the police quarter. On hearing this from my mouth, he immediately calls my father from mobile and my father also gives his consent that it is okay to have a party. After that, he shows me the shoes and ask whoes is this, seeing my new shoes in their hands, my saroor gets a bit lighter. And I remember that perhaps I had gone from Mandi (Asia’s largest fruit and vegetable market) at Sarur in Pudia to my blood relative (Tau ji) house instead of coming straight police quarter, I remember that I had come to my police quarter wearing old, broken shoes in torn shoes instead of shoes. Right now I was thinking everything that only then one of them says to my uncle that you wear your new shoes, then party. But I tell them that it is not my shoes, this torn shoes is my and now let’s go to the party, Papa has also given permission. And I lock that my policeman quater. After that the three of us get out of that police quarters and stop Uncle Scooter at a distance of about 100 meters and another uncle (whom I call Mausa Ji) who used to live in that police colony is also sit down on the scooter. They sit down and start gearing the previous Uncle Scooter. All of this seemed very strange to me, but I silently sat almost on the Stepney of the scooter. At that time, I did not realize even a little bit that the police colony with which I have a lot of sour and sweet memories of two and a half to three years (2.5 to 3 years), I am seeing it for the last time. And the uncle who was taking us to the party, we sit on his scooter and get out of the police colony quickly.

After some time we cross the red light of the highway and come to Burari road. And I was almost in the same position sitting on the stepny of the scooter thinking that here is our plot (on which we are building and living in the present time), perhaps the party is on the same empty plot today. But when his scooter quickly moves past leaving the turn of the plot, then I wonder what is the matter today and what is the party that Papa has also approved. In that strange state of motion, the four of us on the scooter and I were sitting on the stepney at the back, thinking that only then the scooter stops on one side of an empty deserted road.

The rest from the next blog.

Written by Vikrant Rajliwal.
29/08/2019

A truth inspired by true experiences. Now further …

On a deserted road of a scooter, as soon as we stop in an empty space on one side, we all, one by one, get off the scooter and stand on the side of the road. Thereafter, Uncle X, (fictitious name), located about 50 meters away, while looking at an office, says that he is an office, let’s go. As soon as he said this, I was convinced that there is a party in that office today and there must have already been a sprinkling of liquor and sprinkles of liquor. On thinking this, I very enthusiastically walk with them towards that office. But upon reaching there, my forehead gets a tinkle. There, a middle-aged man Sukesh Shonthi (fictitious name) was sitting on the chair. He smiles at us and welcomes us. And there were other decent people standing around him. We enter the office and sit on the chair in front of him. While sitting in our chair, that middle-aged man smilingly asks me, do you know me? I was feeling very strange all this. While somehow controlling my restlessness, I tell him very easily that no, I do not know you. Then he asks me whether you smoke cigarettes or alcohol. My hidden uneasiness began to appear from their conversation. At that time I could not understand why he was asking me such a question. When we come to party here, we will naturally drink alcohol, then why are they behaving so strangely. Bowing to all these thoughts, then I tell them that yes I am Drinking alcohol. Get it now. As soon as I say this, Uncle X stands up from the chair and along with him Uncle Y (Moussa ji) and I also get out of the office while standing in my chair. Then where Uncle X had parked his scooter, he comes and stands near a closed door. Then Uncle Ekus tells me that Vicky (my nick name) let’s go inside. As soon as they say this, I feel that the party is going to start. And as soon as I turned behind them, then Uncle Yai (Moussa ji) held my hand and insisted with great confidence, told me not to go inside Vicky. This is what remained with me. Uncle Yai (Mausa ji) who works in Delhi Police Department. I was very surprised by his strange behavior. At that time, I could not even realize why he was saying this to me. Then Uncle X makes a voice saying that Vicky come. And I tell Uncle Yai (Mousa ji) that nothing will happen, come and go. Saying so, I enter inside with Uncle X through that closed door.

At that time it seemed to me that behind the closed door there must be some colorful program of alcohol’s or any such colorful program is going to be there today. That is why we have come on such a scooter today to party at such a deserted and secret place. I almost reached there by sitting at Stepney. But as soon as I enter through the closed door, my senses fly away. As soon as I entered inside that closed door, in front of my eyes, my young boys and young men who looked like some mushtando (Healthy boys), there was a whole army. The first thought that came to me after seeing them was that this is definitely a child prison. And today we have come to this party. With this one feeling behind Uncle X, I enter a nearby room, through that closed door. Where a bed and some other discount put-alike was present. As soon as I entered that room, I felt that this is where the party will be today. The only place Uncle X and I sit in that room is to sit on that bed. Then Uncle X says take off your shoes and sit comfortably, I come now. As soon as he said this, I realized that he definitely went to call Uncle Yai (Mausa ji) and arrange the party. After he left, I sat there for about five minutes, and after that I took off my socks and smoked a bidi (cigar), and lay very leisurely on that bed. At the same time a person of a weak body enters the room in the most ordinary clothes. Don’t know why he was smiling at me. Before I tell him anything, he starts to poach in that room. Then I lie down to him in the same way that Uncle X I came in with is said? As soon as I say this, he smiles without missing a single moment and says that he has gone!

What did he mean at that time? I could not understand that. For about five to ten minutes or some time I kept taking the lonely inside the room, trying to understand those words of the person that he had gone. Suddenly with a jerk, inside the room, a wrestler type of my father’s age, a body builder, and a few other hatted young men enter with him. I was surprised to see them entering the room like this. But I kept lying down like that. All those people stand near me and then I get up and sit and tell them that where is Uncle X I said? Then he, like that first person, tells me that he has gone. As soon as they say this, I start wearing my socks. He was saying something to me, but after listening to him that he went. My Rome Rome (inside my body) was burning like a burning ember. And I was not interested in hearing any of his words. After wearing my socks, I now stand up wearing my shoes. Now we all stood face to face each other. At that time my Rome Rome (my body inside) was burning with anger and all of them were still smiling while looking at me. All this seemed to me very strange. With this strange poor mood I tell them that I have to go out. Just then a young man removes the curtain of the room and stares at me, looking inside the room. Then the scene that I saw entering inside the closed door once again appears that many such mustandas (Healthy Boys) were present here.

Suddenly I realize that I am stuck here very badly. After a while, after staring at him with anger, that Body Builder Uncle’s age, I try to knock him out of the room with his arm. Then he smiles in the same way that you can no longer go out. They were all still smiling. Which made me feel a little comfortable now. But hiding that ease, I ask him to go out in the same way. Then without losing even a single moment, he says to another young man, who appears like a mustanda standing near him, that he should take a search. As soon as he says this, he proceeds to search, but I remove him from one side and say that I have nothing. Then he starts searching himself, who looks like a Body builder. First he searches for the shirt pocket but he finds nothing there. Then I tell them that I had said that I have nothing. Then he searches my paint pocket and suddenly a smile comes on his face and he gets a pudding. Then I tell them, now you have got the pudiya. Now let me go out. But while continuing his search, he smiles again, getting another pudiya. Then I tell them that it was just this pudiya anymore. Now let me go out. But by continuing his search in the same way, he also obtains the third and final pudiya. I tell him once more that this was now the last lap and it is not my lap. Someone caught me to keep. After a few moments and searching, he is now convinced that I was telling the truth. Then he tells me that now you have to be here. On hearing this, I too smiled towards them and kept a control on myself and said how could this happen? I have to go now. Then the sir says very simply that this is a de-addiction center. And now you have to be the same. On hearing this from his mouth, the fire of anger once again ignited in my veins. But realizing the seriousness of that situation, I take a silence.

Then he calls a young man Shakir (fictional name) to get his family introduced with introduction. At that time, it seemed to me that my mother and father are present here and are taking me to get my talks once before placing me here. If this happens then I will get out of here today and now because it is not yet known to me how dangerous and menopaulated I can be. I was just contemplating all this when Shakir comes near to me and tells me that let’s do the family introduction. What will you say after reaching there? After a few moments of silence, he again explains to me, what is your name? Yes, I Vicky. Then he says don’t speak like that, say my name is Addict Vicky. On hearing this from his mouth, I felt as if he was trying to make fun of me. Then I enter the hall behind a closed curtain close behind him.

From the next next blog…

Written by Vikrant Rajliwal

21 October 2019 Time at 7:42 pm.

Republish

(First published as a collection. At 12 February 2:07 Am)

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/If there has been any error in my translation, please check with Hindi blog. Sorry for your inconvenience./

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💥 कर्म फल।

दम था बहुत उड़ने का ऊँची उड़ान उसमें, जब जब उड़ना चाहा उसने, तो हर बार आसमान सिमट कर सिमट गया।

टूटे परों में थी जो जान कुछ बाकी, वक़्त की हर चाल पर बच ना सकी, बच गई फिर भी अधूरी जो, वो थी एक ख़्वाहिश, एक ख्वाहिश, एक ख़्वाहिश… एक ख़्वाहिश एक उन्मुक्त उड़ान की, एक आत्मस्वाभिमान भरी पूर्ण एक अधूरी पहचान की!

घाव एहसासो के एहसासो को तोड़ देते है। चक्रव्यूह जीवन का कभी कभी अर्जुन को भी पीछे मोड़ देते है। ज्ञान को अज्ञान और हर अज्ञान एक सार्थी ए पथिक द्वार ज्ञान से मुक्त कर देते है।

सत्य शक्ति का एहसास अब जग को सत्य स्वयं करवाएगा। असत्य सत्य अग्नि से अब बच ना पाएगा। आज और अभी होगा निर्णय, सत्य प्रतिबिंब स्वयं विजय दर्पण से विजय एवं पराजय का दिखलाएगा।

ये सृष्टि, ये ब्रह्मांड, ये अनन्त एहसास, भृम है ये जीवन, ये जीवित प्राण। जीव जीवन से मुक्त है, मुक्त है हर श्वास, मुक्त है हर श्वास। सत्य एवं असत्य दर्पण सत्य एहसासों का, सत्य है जिनके हर एहसास, सत्य है जिनके हर एहसास।

वायु प्राण, अग्नि श्वास, शीतल आत्मज्ञान, रोग द्वेष, पाप एवं पुण्य फल कर्मो का ज्ञान, फल कर्मो का ज्ञान, फ़ल कर्मो का ज्ञान।

विक्रांत राजलीवाल द्वारा लिखित।

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💥 चेतना। (नवीन काव्य)

हमनें खाया है दगा बहुत एतबार से यारों, दुआ है यही की अब कोई कभी अपनो से दगा ना करें।

जो करें विशवास तो निभा देना उसका साथ, भूल से भी विशवास से किसी के अब कोई कभी घात ना करें।।

हर ज़ख्म जज्बातों के दिल ही नही धड़कनों को भी तोड़ने जब लगें, वार पीठ पर हँसते मुस्कुराते रिश्तों में एक आग सी जब लगाने लगें।

टूटते एहसासों पर सरेराह जब चोट पर चोट लगने लगें, हर रिश्ता एक जहर और हर मरहम नासूर जिंदगी को जब करने लगें।।

गीत सुहाना एक बद्दुआ कोई जब बनने लगें, घात से विशवास पर अपने मासूम परिंदा (राही) बेहिंतिया जब तड़पने लगें।

हर राह जिंदगी की अचानक से सिमट कर जब खत्म होने लगें, हर बढ़ते-सिमटते कदम से राही जाल घिनोने में जब फँसने लगें।।

हर आशा एक निराशा में परिवर्तित जब होने लगें, डोर जीवन की अचानक से छूटते हुए जब टूटने लगें।

एक मृत्यु, एक जीवन, प्रतीक सत्य का मृत्यु जब बनने लगें, विपरीत सत्य से सहमा जीवन, मृत्यु जीवन जब लगने लगें।।

एक निर्णय, एक विचार, कौन सत्य, कौन असत्य, सत्य दबा जहा मृत्यु कोख में मृत्यु सा लाचार।

सत्य, असत्य की अपनी वाणी, स्वाहा सत्य जो एक वाणी, सत्य कोख मृत्यु में जागृत PicsArt_09-14-10.23.41चेतन व्यवहार।।

14/09/2019 at 10:27 pm

💥 One Truth. 5 (Fifth Blog) A true Experience. (Republish)

💥 One True. 5 (Fifth blog) was (1567045350319trash) deleat by mistake. That is why I am republishing a true Fifth blog.

Now further …

  And I open the door. At that time, I could not understand anything properly in the saroor of Pudia (bhang, dhatura). Yes, still remember so much that maybe I open the door and stand back near the same window and throw out the smoldering cigarette of the pudiya ( bhang, dhatura) that is still there. Yes, remember, after that, two friends of my father, whom I knew well, he come and stand near by me. And some smilingly ask me that there is a strange smoke here. In response to this, I smile and agree with him.

At the same time, he tells me that today is the party Wishky (Madaria) will drink. On hearing this from his mouth, my forehead goes down and a strange restlessness starts happening. Don’t know why? Probably I had no hope of any such thing from him. Then there is a thought that something is wrong but at that time could not even realize at all what could be wrong. Still, stopping my restlessness, I ask him to speak to my father, uncle! because no family member is present there at the time except me on the police quarter. On hearing this from my mouth, he immediately calls my father from mobile and my father also gives his consent that it is okay to have a party. After that, he shows me the shoes and ask whoes is this, seeing my new shoes in their hands, my saroor gets a bit lighter. And I remember that perhaps I had gone from Mandi (Asia’s largest fruit and vegetable market) at Sarur in Pudia to my blood relative (Tau ji) house instead of coming straight police quarter, I remember that I had come to my police quarter wearing old, broken shoes in torn shoes instead of shoes. Right now I was thinking everything that only then one of them says to my uncle that you wear your new shoes, then party. But I tell them that it is not my shoes, this torn shoes is my and now let’s go to the party, Papa has also given permission. And I lock that my policeman quater. After that the three of us get out of that police quarters and stop Uncle Scooter at a distance of about 100 meters and another uncle (whom I call Mausa Ji) who used to live in that police colony is also sit down on the scooter. They sit down and start gearing the previous Uncle Scooter. All of this seemed very strange to me, but I silently sat almost on the Stepney of the scooter. At that time, I did not realize even a little bit that the police colony with which I have a lot of sour and sweet memories of two and a half to three years (2.5 to 3 years), I am seeing it for the last time. And the uncle who was taking us to the party, we sit on his scooter and get out of the police colony quickly.

After some time we cross the red light of the highway and come to Burari road. And I was almost in the same position sitting on the stepny of the scooter thinking that here is our plot (on which we are building and living in the present time), perhaps the party is on the same empty plot today. But when his scooter quickly moves past leaving the turn of the plot, then I wonder what is the matter today and what is the party that Papa has also approved. In that strange state of motion, the four of us on the scooter and I were sitting on the stepney at the back, thinking that only then the scooter stops on one side of an empty deserted road.

The rest from the next blog.

Written by Vikrant Rajliwal.
29/08/2019
Republishing date is 14/09/2019 at 6:35 pm

If there has been any error in my translation, please check with Hindi blog. Sorry for your inconvenience.

💥 सत्य कर्म। (नवीन काव्य-कविता।)

सत्य भृम ले जान ए पथिक, लक्ष्य स्वयं झुकते नही, पथ ए पथिक सरलता से जीवन में स्वयं तुम्हारे।

ज्ञान अज्ञान ये भाव ए पथिक, लक्ष्य स्वयं आएंगे चलकर, बांधे हाथ सरलता से निकट स्वंय तुम्हारे।।

विजय तिलक भाग्य में तुम्हारे, भृम विजय स्वयं ही मिल जाएगी, आ कर निकट सरलता से स्वयं तुम्हारे।

कर्म, कुकर्म प्रतिद्वंद्वी पथ सत्य पर विजय पराजय, भृम विजय कुकर्मो से सत्य पर होगी स्थापित स्वयं तुम्हारे।।

हो ज्ञात सत्य ए पथिक अज्ञानी, पथ कठिन ये बाधाए दिशा हर ओर, इम्तेहां जीवन के ये सरल नही।

श्वास श्वास जागृत जीवन, पग पग घायल प्राण पथिक, मात्र सोच से हो जाए साकार ये वो स्वप्न नही।।

तप, त्याग, आदर्श ये जीवन के महान, नियम, अनुशाशन ब्रह्मचर्य कर स्थापित ए पथिक जीवन मे अपने तू दिव्य ज्ञान।

कर पालन संयम, चेतन इंद्रिया, कर्म योग सबसे महान, द्वेष, मोह, माया सब मिथ्या, कर्म से हो कर्म का सिर्फ संज्ञान।।

दिव्य आत्मा, साथ परमात्मा, योग योगी का एक अनुष्ठान, अमृत वाणी, शीतल चित्त, स्थिर आत्मशांति एक वरदान।

जन्म, मृत्यु, पीड़ा, प्रसन्ता, क्षणिक लोक मृत्यु के समस्त भाव, सत्य कर्म से सत्य स्थापित, सत्य है पथिक ये दिव्य ज्ञान।।

विक्रांत राजलीवाल द्वारा लिखित।
12/09/2019 at 12:12PicsArt_09-12-12.01.52 pm

🌹 अश्क़। (एक दर्द भरी प्यारी सी सौगात के साथ)

ये अश्क़ है दिवाने (विक्रांत राजलीवाल।) के जो करते है बयां दर्द मोहब्ब्त का मोहब्ब्त से मेरे। हर दर्द से छलकता है अश्क़ मोहब्ब्त का मोहब्ब्त से मेरे।।
आज अपनी इस नज़म को एक दर्द भरी प्यारी सी सौगात के साथ आप सभी मित्रों के लिए पुनः प्रकाशित कर रहा हु। जिसमे आपको दर्द ए दिल को बयां करती हुई कुछ और पँक्तियों को पढ़ने का आनन्द एक लुफ्त प्राप्त हो सकें। तो पेश ए ख़िदमत है आपकी अपनी नज़म 🌹 अश्क़। (एक दर्द भरी प्यारी सी सौगात के साथ)

🌹 अश्क़।

मोहब्ब्त से कायल है मोहब्ब्त से महबूब की वो अपने, लम्हा लम्हा मर्ज़ ए मोहब्ब्त से घायल है मोहब्ब्त से महबूब की वो अपने।

देखता है सूरत ए यार बेहद नज़दीक से वो अपने, करता है मोहब्ब्त, महबूब को बेहद नज़दीक से वो अपने।।

हुस्न के वार से इश्क़ तड़प जाता है बेहिंतिया, उठ उठ कर सर्द रातो में ज़ख्मो को कुरेद देता है वो अपने बेहिंतिया।

उसकी मदहोश आँखें उसके दर्दो को बयाँ करती है, हर दर्द से उसके, उसका दीवाना तड़प जाता है आज भी बेहिंतिया।।

चिर के दिल ख़ंजर से ज़हरीले अपना, फैला दिया ज़हर रग रग में नाम ए मोहब्ब्त बेवफाई उसकी, है जो आज भी बहुत ज़हरीला।

पहुचाता है सकूँ जख्मों को मेरे, हर एक ज़ख्म नया, कर देता है जिंदा, ज़हर झूठी मोहब्ब्त का उसकी, है जो आज भी बहुत ज़हरीला।।

हर वफ़ा से उसकी फ़रेब कोई झलक कर दिख जाता है आज भी जो उसका।

हर वफ़ा से आज भी है कायल दीवाना, ज़हर मोहब्ब्त का कर के बर्दाश उसका।।

ज़ख्म जो दिल के कभी भर ना सके, हर ज़ख्मो को मान कर एक सौगात उसकी, हम जो कभी मर ना सके।

एहसास मिटा कर भी उसका हम जो उसको कभी भुला ना सके, मासूम चेहरे से सरेराह हम आज भी उसके नक़ाब फ़रेबी जो उठा ना सके।।

नाम मोहब्ब्त का मोहब्ब्त से लेते है उनकी, आज भी हम ए दिवाने।

हर राज मोहब्ब्त के बैठे है छुपा कर मोहब्ब्त से उनके, आज भी हम ए दिवाने।।

अक्स मोहब्ब्त का उनकी मिटता नही, आज भी टूटे दिल से जो ए दिवाने।

हर अक्स मोहब्ब्त का है बेनाम एक टूटा आईना उनकी, आज भी जो ए दिवाने।।

हर असूल ए मोहब्ब्त को निभाते हुए, हर दर्द ए दिल दर्द जो मोहब्ब्त का उनकी दिल से टूटे अपने छुपाते हुए।

कर गया बर्दाश हर दर्द मोहब्ब्त का दर्द मेरा, हर दर्द एक ज़ख्म दिल का बन गया नासूर, बयान फ़रेब उनका करते हुए।

बर्दाश नही दर्द ये दिल का, धड़कता दिल सीने में अब हमें,
धड़कती हर धड़कन सुनाती है फ़रेबी हर दास्ताँ ए मोहब्ब्त जो उनकी।

हर दर्द एक दास्ताँ जो अश्क़ है मोहब्ब्त का, छलकता दर्द, हर एहसास ए मोहब्ब्त सरेराह, आज भी फ़रेबी मोहब्ब्त से जो उनकी।।

उनकी वो मासूम अदाएं, मदहोश शराबी निगाहें, आज भी आ जाती है याद जो, हर एक बात उनकी सबक जिंदगी का बन गया छलकता अश्क़ जो हर एक दर्द मेरा।

हर दर्द जो एक सबक बन गए, जिंदगी को जीने का जिंदा एक हर्फ़ बन गए, किताब ए मोहब्ब्त है दास्ताँ ए जिंदगी, हर दास्ताँ करती है बयां, अश्क़ जो एक दर्द मेरा।।

विक्रांत राजलीवाल द्वारा लिखित।

5/09/2019 at 11:05 am1567654951010

💥 सत्य। // 💥 Truth.

🕯️ दुसरो के गुणों को एव स्वंय के अवगुणों को जो स्वीकार करने की क्षमता रखता है वास्तव में वही स्वयं के प्रति एक ईमानदारी का व्यवहार बरतता है।

यदि आप सत्य को स्वीकार नही कर सकते तो शीघ्र ही सत्य की दिव्य अग्नि की तपिस से आपकी अन्तर्रात्मा आपको निरन्तर तपाते हुए जीते जी ही भस्म कर देगी।

अपने कुकर्मो के भीषण प्रभाव द्वारा दुखी होते हुए जब आप आत्मग्लानि की भावनाओं से पूर्णतः भर जाएंगे तो आपको आवश्यकता होगी उस दिव्य सत्य की जो आपको अपनी दिव्यता के प्रभाव द्वारा हर प्रकार की आत्मग्लानि की भावनाओ से मुक्त कर आपका उद्धार कर सकें।

यदि आप के ह्रदय एहसासों में किसी योग्य व्यक्ति के लिए किंचित मात्र भी सम्मान का भाव नही उपजता है या सृष्टि के द्वारा किसी योग्य गुरु एवं मार्गदर्शक के सत्यकर्मो की अनदेखी हो जाती है तो ज्ञात रहे इस सृष्टि का दुर्भाग्य किसी भयंकर विनाश के साथ उनके दरवाजे पर दस्तक दे रहा है।

विक्रांत राजलीवाल द्वारा लिखित।

1/09/2019 at 6:50 pm

Translated.

💥 Truth.

🕯️ The one who has the ability to accept the qualities of others and the Demerits of the self, in fact he behaves in an honest manner towards himself.

If you cannot accept the truth, then soon your soul will devour you with a constant heat while living with the heat of the divine fire of truth.

Being saddened by the horrific effects of your misdeeds , when you are completely filled with feelings of self-aggrandizement, you will need that divine truth which can save you by freeing you from all kinds of gulity through the influence of your divinity.

If feelings of respect do not arise in your heart feeling for a worthy person or if the honorable persons of this world ignore the truths of a worthy mentor and a worthy guide, So be aware that the misfortune of this entire world is knocking at their door with some terrible destruction.

Written by Vikrant Rajliwal.
1/09/2019/ at 6:50 pm1567086169529

💥 सत्य। // 💥 Truth.

🕯️ जिस सड़क पर आप अपने जीवन के प्रारम्भ से एक दौड़ लगते हुए दौड़ते जा रहे है ना प्रियजनों! इस जीवन मार्ग पर आपकी सांसे तो टूट सकती है परंतु आपकी यह दौड़ नही रुक सकती!

जब तक आपको आपकी उस दिव्यता का अनुभव प्राप्त नही हो जाता जिस के साथ ईष्वर ने आपकी सांसो में जीवन प्राणों को फूंक कर आपको दिव्य बनाया था।

विक्रांत राजलीवाल द्वारा लिखित।

1/09/2019 at 2:10 pm
Translated.

💥 Truth.

🕯️ Dear loved ones, on the road you are running continuously from the beginning of your life, running a race. Your breath may be broken on this path of life, but your race cannot stop.

  Until you get to experience your divinity with which God made you divine by blowing life into your breath.

  Written by Vikrant Rajliwal.

1/09/2019 at 2:10 pm1567086169529

🕯️ अपने दिव्य व्यक्त्वि के विपरीत किया गया हर समझौता स्वयं आपको आपकी प्रत्येक उपलब्धियों को नकारते हुए आपकी अंतरात्मा में एक आत्मग्लानि की भावना सहज ही उतपन कर देगा।

विक्रांत राजलीवाल द्वारा लिखित।

🕯️ Every compromise made against your divine person, by denying you every one of your achievements, will instill a feeling of self-ignorance in your conscience.

Written by Vikrant Rajliwal.

🕯️ यदि आप अपने मानव जीवन में एक अलौकिक आत्मशांति के साथ सकूँ से जीवन व्यतीत करना चाहते है तो केवल सभ्य साहित्य का ही पाठन करें। यहाँ सभ्य साहित्य से मेरा तातपर्य है कि जिस साहित्य के पाठन के उपरांत आपके चंचल चित्त परवर्ती में किसी के लिए किंचित मात्र भी द्वेष या मलिन भाव व्यवहारों के लिए कोई भी स्थान शेष ना रहें।

विक्रांत राजलीवाल द्वारा लिखित।

🕯️ If you want to live with a supernatural self-peace in your human life, then only read decent literature. I mean here with decent literature that after reading the literature, in your fickle mind, there is no room left for anyone for even a little bit of malice or sloppy behavior.

Written by Vikrant Rajliwal.

31/08/2019 at 8:45 am
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