Friday, 27 November 2015

चतुष्पदी (Quatrain)-18

चतुष्पदी (Quatrain)-18
शांत खड़ा है एक टांग सहारे
लगता ऐसाहै ईश द्वारे
मत्स्य आखेटहै दांव यह अनोखा
परिभाषा ,मानव  ने अपना ली प्यारे
सर्वाधिकार सुरक्षित/त्रिभवन कौल
picture curtsy Google

Thursday, 26 November 2015


Silence is golden
hush being the buzzword
noise gets frozen.

Silence is deafening
martyr’s pyre , waiting to lit
last post sounding; goodbye

Silence is absolute
cat out of the bag
a minister’s heart sag.

Silence is corrupt
abetted by the hammer
justice denied to an innocent.

Silence is routine
scams after scams
yet none looses sheen.

Silence is love
lips move not
yet they talk.

Silence is pain
at a candle march
for an act insane.

All rights reserved/Tribhawan Kaul

Wednesday, 25 November 2015

Wedding Anniversary

Wedding Anniversary
Sleep had been eluding him whole night. He could not fathom the reason but a little chill and cosy warmth of room proved a lullaby for him when he found himself being kissed. Dream ? Wow ! After such a long time.  He would have preferred to be in that stupor  expecting something more revealing when his eyes betrayed him making him see his better-half standing near his bed and looking like a full bloomed lotus having dew drops on its petals.” Happy  anniversary “. She fluted.
What ! He got up from the bed as if thousand scorpions had stung him. “Shit! How could I forget this day which changed my whole life.” A husband is not supposed to forget either the birthday or the wedding anniversary of his wife. This is supposed to be a cardinal sin in addition to other sins as scripted in the religious scriptures. These are the two events in one’s life which shape the future one year’s destiny of a married person. The day she takes birth, husband is tagged even if she is not visible on one’s timeline and by the time one allows it on your timeline, one has already fallen hook, line and sinker.
“So what is the programme, dear ?” He sheepishly asked as he felt his wallet getting lighter.
“Nothing much. Just give me company for the whole day.”  She said mischievously. She was acting coy, clever and also with conviction.
“I usually remain here, with you, for the whole day” He gathered his courage to browbeat the tigress with a straw.
“No, you simply keep yourself busy with your mistresses. You don’t have the time for me.” She jerked her body like a wave in the sea which comes back without touching the shore.
“No, no ,no.  Wait. Please wait. What are you talking about?” He thought that he was getting choked but she pretended to be deaf. His daughter-in-law, standing nearby, seemed to be enjoying the play act  of her mother –in- law, yet taking pity on him she advised him to take his wife for the day out. He felt like a culprit.  He shaved clean except the french one, took bath with polo, a body wash which  he used first time, dressed smartly and presented himself  to Her Highness with all the fineness in the world. This time she seemed to be impressed. 
“Lets  lunch out today and see a movie” He said to appease her but his tone was as if was experiencing pinpricks.
“ Is this a recommendation or threat” she retorted. She was definitely enjoying his annoyance. He just did not know what to say. Attributing motives causes rage within leading to outburst though the things remain the same at the end. He has always experienced this phenomena during his life till date. He thought  not to react but to keep mum.
“OK. We will go. The whole family will go.” She was still playing with him.
“But this is our wedding anniversary”. He was somewhat taken aback.
“Sorry. The day I tied the knot, I started weaving a tapestry of my own, getting pin-pricks time and again in between so that it looks beautiful and fits our requirements. I won’t leave that tapestry. It will always be with me and in my heart and that includes you too, my dear husband. You are the border of my tapestry” This poetic thought of hers stunned him for a moment.  He carried her wishes. Whole day was spent outdoors. One thing which kept nagging him whole day was her remarks about ‘ mistresses.’
At night he asked her about it appearing somewhat puzzled himself
“Buddu/ you dim witted (only wives can utter such lovable words) I was talking about your muses and your laptop”
He heaved a sigh of relief.
 All rights reserved/Tribhawan Kaul

Wednesday, 18 November 2015


कल का भविष्य तुम्हारा बच्चो, अंतहीन आकाश में
छू सको तो छू लो सीमा, अपने जीवन के प्रकाश में
बढ़े चलो बढ़े चलो, कदम मिला बढ़े चलो.

यह देश तुम्हारा, धरा तुम्हारी , संसार तुम्हारा हो जायेगा
प्यार के बीज का रोपण कर दो, नाम तुम्हारा हो जायेगा
बढ़े चलो बढ़े चलो, कदम मिला बढ़े चलो.

बन कर दिखलाना  है तुमको, भारत के ऐसे लाल
भूलें हम भूलें दुनिया, बीतें सदियाँ सालों साल
बढ़े चलो बढ़े चलो, कदम मिला बढ़े चलो.

इस देश के शत्रु बहुतेरे, अंदर के और बाहर के
खदेड् दो सजग रहो, तुम बालक वीर भूमि के
बढ़े चलो बढ़े चलो, कदम मिला बढ़े चलो.

कला विज्ञानं वाणिज्य के, बनो तुम कर्णधार
नवयुग का निर्माण करो ,हो भारत के सपने साकार
बढ़े चलो बढ़े चलो, कदम मिला बढ़े चलो.

गर्वित हो मात-पिता, गौरविंत हो गावं -प्रदेश
दिखलाओ कुछ करके ऐसा, नतमस्तक हो भारत देश.
बढ़े चलो बढ़े चलो, कदम मिला बढ़े चलो.

सर्वाधिकार सुरक्षित/त्रिभवन कौल

My Poem translated into french

Dear friends. Feeling elated.  My another poem WAYS OF LOVE AND PEACE has been translated into French by none other than Athanase Vantchev de Thracy one of the greatest poets of contemporary French and World President of Poetas del Mundo
RE: My heart is with the people of France.
Monday, 16 November, 2015 9:43 PM

"athanase vantchev" <>
"kaul tribhawan -India" <>

Dear sir,

I translated your beautiful poem into French :

Ways of Love and Peace


 Descending darkness breathing down the living

Shadows of silence becoming monstrous

None dares to challenge rogue elements

Breeze of love seeks passage through everyone’s heart

Wading through the waves of emotions and actions

An aura of tranquility and serenity lift up spirits

Bringing much need solace and comfort

Trying  to cement the path glimmering with sunrays

Leading to ultimate calmness and happiness

Wonderful are the ways of love and peace

 Les chemins de l'amour et de la paix

En descendant, les ténèbres pèsent de leur souffle sur les ombres

Vivantes du silence qui deviennent peu à peu monstrueuses.

Personne n’ose affronter les éléments scélérats,

La brise de l’amour cherche à se frayer un passage dans le cœur de chacun

Avançant à grande peine au milieu des vagues d’émotions et d’actions,

Une aura de tranquillité et de sérénité élèvent les esprits

Apportant un grand désir de consolation et de réconfort,

Essayant de cimenter la route qui miroite sous les rayons du soleil 

Et mène vers le calme et la béatitude ultime –

Merveilleuses sont les voies de l’amour et de la paix.

            Translated into French by Athanase Vantchev de Thracy

Monday, 16 November 2015

चतुष्पदी (Quatrain)-17 with english translation

चतुष्पदी (Quatrain)-17 with english translation
कौनसा धर्म देता है इजाज़त कत्लेआम का
यह रास्ता नहीं है हैवानो स्वर्ग के धाम का
क्या सोच तुम लाश पर लाश बिछाये जाते हो
शैतान शर्मसार, हो रहा क़त्ल उसके भी नाम का
Kaunsa dharm deta hai ijazat katle aam ka
Yah raasta nahi hai haiwaano swarg ke dhaam ka
Kya soch tum laash pr laash bichaye jaate ho
Shaitaan sharmsaar, ho raha katl uske bhi naam ka.
Which religion expounds killings
Not the way to reach heaven, beastly beings
No wonder, seeing corpse after corpse
Shamed too is Shaitan, his name they are slaughtering.

सर्वाधिकार सुरक्षित /त्रिभवन
image curtsy Google. Attack on France by ISIS terrorists on 13-11-2015

Saturday, 14 November 2015

मैं मैं मैं बोली बकरी

On the occasion of Baal Diwas from my forthcoming ‘Baal Geetika’

मैं मैं मैं बोली बकरी

म्याऊं म्याऊं म्याऊं
मिमयाई बिल्ली
भां भां भां
रम्भाई गैया
कू कू कू
गाये कोयलिया
भों भों भों
भोंका कुत्ता
हिन् हिन् हिन्
दौड़ा घोडा
गधा भी चीखा
डैन्चू डैन्चू
बंदर ने नक़ल की
खेंचू खेंचू
शेर ने फिर दहाड़ लगायी
एक हैं हम सब भाई भाई
हम सब का है एक ही नारा
झंडा ऊंचा रहे हमारा
सर्वाधिकार सुरक्षित/त्रिभवन कौल

Thursday, 12 November 2015

मेरी गौरैया

मेरी  गौरैया
मेरी गौरैया  बच कर रहियो
यहाँ दरिन्दे आम हैं
ना उनके बेटी ना उनकी बहना
उनका संगीकामहै .

पहन मखोटे तरह तरह के
सब को यह भरमाये हैं
मानवी रिश्तों का मोल नहीं 
राक्षसों के यहाँ से आयें हैं .

मानसिकता है गिरी हुई
चेतना शुन्य लोग यहाँ
इनसे बचके रहना री गौरैया
नोचने को तत्पर यहाँ .

इन गिद्दों से बच कर रहना
आकाश में मंडराते हैं 
जहाँ भी देखी अकेली गौरैया
झपटा मार ले जाते हैं .

छतरी के नीचे कब तक रखूँ  मैं
आखिर बाहर निकलना है 
लड़ना मरना सीख ले गौरैया
अब तो यही तेरा गहना है

एक गौरैया  निर्भय  भी  थी 
जागृत कर, जो विलीन हो गई
मशाल बन तुम, जलते रहना
जो  अपना अस्तित्व बचाना है

सर्वाधिकार सुरक्षित/त्रिभवन कौल

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Saturday, 7 November 2015

A quote from Ms. Arundhati Roy

Ms. Arundhati Roy says. Quote “ If we do not have the right to speak freely, we will turn into a society that suffers from intellectual malnutrition. A nation of fools” Unquote.

@ Ms.Arundhati Roy. “If we bestow upon us free right to speak and act freely, the society will turn into intellectual buffoons thereby insulting the nation and its people. By returning awards bestowed by the nation is insult to its people in general and the Govt. (the representative body of the people) in particular. Are’nt there other means of protest to show one’s dissent or the creative minds have become simply bankrupt.
quote taken from TOI dated 08-11-2015 page 14

Friday, 6 November 2015

चतुष्पदी (Quatrain)-16

चतुष्पदी (Quatrain)-16
मुखोटे तो कई है कोई नज़र नहीं आता
कौन सच्चा कौन झूठा नज़र नहीं आता
मुखोटे चेहरे से जिस दिन उतर जातें है
बंदा इस शहर में फिर नज़र नहीं आता
Mukhote to kayi hain koyi nazar nahi aata
kaun sachaa kaun jhutha nazar nahi aata
mukhote chehre se jis din utar jaaten hain 
banda is shahar mein phir nazar nahi aata.
सर्वाधिकार सुरक्षित/त्रिभवन कौल

Intolerance and awards

Intolerance and awards
The other day Jaitish came to me sulking and said, “Nanu I am 

returning the best student award to the school authorities’ I was 

naturally taken aback.

“But why, Jaitish ?”, I asked

“ Sandeep  slapped Rajesh and teacher did not  punish Sandeep” 

Jaitish said.

“ Wait a minute. Who is Sandeep and Who is Rajesh?” I sought an 

answer as I had never heard their names before.

“They are students of my school but are not my classmates”

“They are not your classmates yet you are so perturbed that you 

have decided to return the award”

“ I am concerned, Nanu. Why should I tolerate such behavior on 

the part of Sandeep ? We must protests. Nahi” He seems to be 

genuinely worried and sought a positive reply from me.

“ Is returning of award, the only choice left with you”, I asked him 


“Yes, this way I will bring this incident to the notice of the 

Principal and the Management”

“ But their must be more severe incidents before too. This is just a 

matter of slapping”

“Yes there were numerous incidents of head knocking, bouts, hand 

to hand fights etc. earlier too…”  

I immediately interrupted him.

“ Did anyone return the award then ? I asked.

“ No, not to my knowledge. Not at all,” he saw me suspiciously.

“ Why are you doing this now ?”

“ Because I want that the violence should have no place in the 

school and watching me return the award, other awardees will 

follow suit”

“You mean they don’t have the mind of their own and simply will 

follow you.” I said watching his reaction which was bordering 

confusion and frustration.

“ No, I just want to return the award. Ghandhi Ji told that violence 

has no place anywhere” He was insistent.

“ As you said that your school had witnessed more severe violence 

earlier too, your school must have been tolerant enough to tolerate 

such incidents of intolerance.” I played with his curiosity.

“Don’t sidetrack the issue, Nanu. I am returning the award. That’s 


“Who gave you this award” I did not let me overpower me with his 


“ The school”. He said waiting for another question

“ What does school mean to you ?”

“What do you mean, Nanu. School is everything to me.”

“What does your school consists of”

“ Students, teachers, Principal, all”

“It means the award received by you is not given to you by either a 

Principal or a teacher or a student. It is given by the SCHOOL. 

Am I right?”

“Yes.” He became curious.

“ Have you read the preamble of the our constitution:- WE THE 


“Yes, I have read that people are supreme in a republic and that a 

Government is by the people, for the people and of the people”. 

Jaitish was quite excited now.

“ In other words, the SCHOOL has  unanimously or by majority 

 appreciated your talent. The award was bestowed on you because 

in their intellect, you were the best in your own field. Returning 

the award means that you will insult those very people who 

bestowed the award on you, who allowed you to reach upto this 

pedestal. You are insulting the judgment of students, teachers and 

the Principal  etc”

“But Nanu, so many writers, filmmakers, artists are returning the 

awards now a days”

“ My dear Jaitish, they are not only insulting the Constitution of 

India but also the people of India who  have all along recognized 

their talents and works. All these attained glory and fame because 

of the people of India. They received awards at various levels 

including national level because the whole nation wanted it. They 

are infact insulting their own nation, the MOTHER INDIA. In the 

similar way, you will insult the SCHOOL, that very school which 

teaches you basics of life to begin your life.”

“What should I do now, Nanu.  I can not tolerate this injustice to 

Rajesh”, Jaitish became subdued while seeking my advice.

“Well, there are other form of protests which you have to explore 

without hurting the ethos of your school.

Jaitish had something to ponder about.
by tribhawan kaul

Tuesday, 3 November 2015

Tales of EON (part 1): a micro review

Tales of EON (part 1): a micro review
It was a great pleasure to read Neelam Chandra Sexena’s poetic treatise ‘Tales of EON (part 1)’ based on different but important characters of the epic Mahabharata.
The authoress has carved out each character in simple quatrains to catch the imagination of all readers particularly the young generation. Each poem, be it Dushyanta’s Regret, Shantanu’s Distress, For the Sake of Race, Pandu’s Sons, Guru’s Curse, Karna’s Pledge etc presents an intriguing insight into the minds of protagonists.
As an accomplished authoress, Neelam Sexena Chandra has spread before us, through versifications, a buffet of happenings in one’s life viz guilt, happiness, love, longing, expectations, rejections and relationships bringing alive the character she is writing about. If I interpret her poems through the lenses of a present day readers, we all go through these emotions including undergoing frustrations and are subject to various inequalities in our present day societies. The book clearly shows the ability of the authoress to dig deep into her subject and sail through with ease and elegance presenting a poetic colourful rainbow arc to the readers.
The sketches with each poem does add value to the poems.  
Satisfaction is the word which the readers would derive after going through this excellent poetic work ‘Tales of EON’ She has rightly dedicated this book to all those who find mythology intriguing.
Tribhawan Kaul
Freelance writer-poet


Sunday, 1 November 2015

चतुष्पदी (Quatrain)-15

कल 01-11-2015 सुश्री इंदिरा शर्मा जी के निवास स्थान पर हुई गोष्ठी में मैंने एक दुपदी, एक चतुष्पदी और एक हास्य रास की कविता का पाठ किया. उनमे से दुपदी और चतुष्पदी आप सब साहित्य मनीषिओं को एवं कविजनो को सादर प्रेषित हैं :-

लौटा के पुरूस्कार साहित्य साधना को नकारा नहीं जाता
जीवन की पूँजी को इस तरह गंगा में बहाया नहीं जाता
कहाँ थे आप इससे भी भयानक त्रासदियों के समय
माँ शारदे को राजनीति का मोहरा बनाया नहीं जाता

Lauta ke puruskaar sahity saadhna ko nakaara nahi jaata
Jeevan kee poonji ko is tarah ganga mein bahaaya nahi jaata
Kahan the aapk isse bhi bhayanak traasdiyon se samay
Maa shared ko raajniti kaa mohra banaye nahi jaata.

सर्वाधिकार सुरक्षित/त्रिभवन कौल
Writers. poets, artists, filmmakers started returning their national awards because of wrong perception of intolerance growing in India.