Thursday 20 June 2013

स्वयंनाशी
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शिव तांडव का रूप नया यह
प्राकृतिक आपदा का सवरूप नया यह
तबाही का मंज़र, कुदरती कहर है
मानवी भूलों का प्रतिशोध नया यह.

मोसमी बारिश भला ऐसी  रोद्र कहाँ थी
बाढ़ भूस्खलन जैसी त्रासदी कहाँ थी
मृतकों की संख्या हताहतों से जब अधिक हो
केदारनाथ, गौरीकुंड की ऐसी दास्ताँ कहाँ थी.

खंजर सीने में खुद भोंक चुके हैं
जंगलों को कंक्रीट बना चुके हैं
भू-ताप वृद्धि के कारण भी हम हैं
इस ताप में अब झुलस चुके हैं

व्यापारिक कारण जब प्रधान हो जाएँ
अतिक्रमणों का सामान हो जाये
पर्यावरण की जब करते हम हत्या
इसके श्राप से कैसे बच पायें .

ईश्वर को अब  दोष क्या देना
जो बोया है वही काटना
संभलो संभालो अब भी समय है
दशक उपरांत यह तो तय है
बलिवेदी पर तब देश यह होगा
माँ प्रकर्ति का आरोप यह होगा
जिसको जनम दिया था मैंने
उसका ही संहार किया है
अब मुझसे क्या आशा रखते
खुद तुमने  अपना नाश किया है
खुद तुमने अपना नाश किया है.
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सर्वाधिकार सुरिक्षित/ त्रिभवन कॉल
Swyamnaashi
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shiv tandav ki roop naya yeh
                  prakritik aapda ka sawroop naya yeh
                  tabhahi ka manzar,kudrati kahar hai
                  Maanvi bhoolon ka pratishodh naya yeh.

                  mousamibarish bhala aise rodhr kanhan thi
                  baad, bhoosakhlan jaise trasdi kanhan thi
                  mritiko ki sankhya hatahaton s jab adhik ho
                  Kedarnath,Gaurikund ki aise dastaan kanhan thi.

                  khanjar seena mein khud bhonk chuke hain
                  junglon ko kankreet bana chuke hain
                  bhoo-taap vridi ke karan bhi him hain
                  Is taap mein ab, sab zulas chuke hain

                  vyaparik kaaran jab pradhan ho jayen
                  atikramno ka saaman ho jaye
                  paryavaran ki jab karte hum hatya
                  iske shrap se kaise bach payen.

                  ishwar ko ab dosh kya dena
                  jo boya hai vhi katna
                  sambhlo sambhalo, ab bhi samay hai
                  dashk uprant yeh to tay hai
                  balivedi par tab desh yeh hoga
                  maa prakati ka aarop yeh hoga
                  jisko janam diya tha maine
                  usks hee sanhaar kiya hai
                  ab mujhse kya aasha rakhte
                  khud tumne apna naash kiya hai
                  Khud tumne apna naash kiya hai
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                  sarvadhikar surakshit/tribhawan kaul


Friday 7 June 2013

Who am I ?


I was born in a Kashmiri Pandit/hindu family in Srinagar, capital of Jammu & Kashmir in India on 1st January,1946. I spent the early phase of my childhood  in Srinagar till the age of seven and then migrated to Delhi with my parents. However visiting my native place often, to be with  its breathtaking natural scenic beauty, its rivers, temples, mosques etc.  sustained my love towards my birthplace. I befriended Jhelum, the river, for learning to flow constantly without stagnating, I prayed in the lap of temples and visited mosques  believing in two different faiths enriching brotherhood, peace and love. I remained in the company of flora and fauna which always surprised me witnessing the wonderful creation of that one entity, whom we call Ishwar, Allaha, or the God.


In Delhi, I was exposed to kavi sammelans/ mushairas( both poetic meets) held at various places and sufi singing by Qawwaals at Darghah Nizammudin Aullia. This exposure to varied thoughts  of different personalities and cultural ethos  remained  ingrained in my conscience. I started writing few poetic verses and then mixing them with simple one-act plays, also written by myself. At the age of 13, I got my first book ‘Nanhe Muno Ke Rupak’ published.

Joining the Indian Air Force in the logistic cadre (1967-2005) meant hibernation of my talent barring few occasions every year when I could showcase my talent and win accolades and prizes. Writing poems and expressing my feelings in verses had always been my hobby, but became my passion after retirement from the  Air Force in 2005.  Two anthologies of my hindi poems titled as ‘Sab Rang’  and ‘Mann Ki Tarang’ were published in the years 2010 and 2012 respectively. ‘Children of Lost Gods’ is my debut book in English poetry.
This poetry book ' Children of Lost Gods' is published by and available online with               www.cyberwit.net   ( in India)  and  www.amazon.com    (for USA/Canada.
The book has been hailed and reviewed by both Indian and International poets. Quote :-

The volume Children Of Lost Gods keeps the magazine touch of the poems of multiple themes concerning human life the poems of senses, of tenderness, of love and beauty , and especially of humanitarian impulse. The volume is studded with a variety of touches like the strong pulse of society with its evils affecting the precious lives of individuals, the romance as an essential bonding of the souls, and the dominating political effects as well. Instead of occupying a single label, Mr. Kaul is simultaneously the poet of society, of nature, and the poet of sense and sensibility. This is almost the fact that lends him a touch of a modern poet whose soul directly takes upon itself all the effects that affect, stir and strengthen him and his pen pours out all what his soul receives.
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