woh rang jo hamne lagaye.
roshan kar raha tha ek jaaha.
phir se kho gaya..
*** FB post **** Continue Reading as new lines apart from post but from chit-chat and other been added here. They are marked with blue color ** with love....
rache he saari kahani re..
chalave aneko kahani re...
kendra ma jo aap ne rakhyo,
bigade yah saari kahani re
prabhu ne raakhe jo pratham
ban jaati woh prem kahani re..
[inspired totally by Kabir, Kabir and Kabir...song... anhad ka baja bajta and thank you
Shashwati Pandyadi for continuing conversation and asking of kabir..]
ek baar aaj man to huva tha,
daru bhi me pee he leta
bhed naa jana maine sharbat aaur usme
aauron ke sang thodi bhar leta
par khuda teri raham,
jo nasha aaj tune karvaya
woh to daru se bhi naa chadhta..
prem pyala, ghunt ghunt bhari
haiya ko chalkavan de ab
ab jo baccha he,
woh sab kuch lutavan de
man ke aante tod ke saare
vaibhav ko lutavan de..
Kabir ke sang Shaam ko jhumte kadam
un thirakte kadmo ke saath
lagan lag rahi thi kahi
agan jag rahi thi kahi
akela nahi tha, khud ke sang tha
khuda ka sang jo pana tha
Sukh Dukh to aavan jaavan, samjave he sab koi re
Me kaheta tu bhed kyu karta, kahani hari banayi re
Ram hi tha, Ram rahega..
bhul na kar ravan jaisi,
das seer le ke kab tak ghumega,
jal javengi teri lanka magruri me..
[Explanation: You were Ram, You will remain Ram only. Don't make mistake like Ravan. Roaming with 10 heads. Your Lanka will also burn if you roam in same arrogance. meaning 10 different stories of your own, wanting to create everything on your own, wanting to own everything. Your story is just one, that you are Ram from within, You were that and will remain that. Whatever you have created, your golden lanka will also burn away, if you keep on walking in this arrogance of I am.]
[Conversation - urfe chit chat - portion]
S Di : Mati kahe kumbhar se... tu kya ronde mohe.... ek din aisa hoyega... main rondungi tohe....
U must have listened to this Kabir's doha
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વિદ્યુત વેગ
bund gayi jo akhiya meri, hari ko darshan hoye,
kaal bund jaave jo akhiya, maati ronde tohe
and I would love to end with
aaur jab tak sacha khoji nahi jagta, woh sach jhut ke bich ka bhed nahi jaanchta
[Till a true seeker doesn't awake, no one inspect what is truth and untruth, real and fake?]
I pray to lord, that it awakes true seeker, a true khoji within. We understand and find what is Real. We Live in Real. What we truly are.
Lots and Lots of Love Love Love. Bas yahi naam, yahi rup, prem rang ras me..
Eti shubham