First, the original poem in Devanagri Script. घट घट में पंछी बोलता ,आप ही दंडी, आप तराज़ू ,आप ही बैठा तोलता ,आप ही माली, आप बगीचा ,आप ही कलियाँ तोड़ता ,सब बन में सब आप बिराजे ,जड़ चेतना में डोलता ,कहत कबीरा सुनो भाई साधो ,मन की घूंडी खोलता English Translation (Line-by-Line) In every heart, a bird sings soft and…
The missing chapter titled “SHE” from M.O. Mathai’s book Reminiscences of the Nehru Age is said to be about Indira Gandhi, the daughter of India’s first Prime Minister, Jawaharlal Nehru. Mathai, who worked as Nehru’s private secretary from 1946 to 1959, wrote this chapter but removed it from the book before it was published in 1978. Even though it was…
Many centuries ago, in the heart of India, lived a saint named Goswami Tulsidas. He was a poet, a saint, and above all, a devotee of Shri Ram and Hanuman. His heart was full of divine love, and his life was dedicated to spreading the message of bhakti—devotion. It was during one of his deep meditations and loving prayers to…
Asaduddin Owaisi, the leader of the All India Majlis-e-Ittehadul Muslimeen (AIMIM), is a dangerous figure whose actions and lineage reveal a sinister agenda rooted in violence, anti-Hindu hatred, and anti-national sentiments. A detailed thread by @Crystal_x_Clear on X, posted on April 3, 2025, exposes Owaisi’s deep ties to the Razakars—a genocidal Islamist militia responsible for the brutal killings of Hindus…
A poetic scripture of love, silence, exile, and eternal devotion. Part 1: “In His Silence, I Hear My Name” (Sita’s Voice)He does not say,“I love you.” But when he gathers dry leavesso I sleep soft,when he tastes water before I drink,I know —he loves deeper than words. They say he is Dharma.I know. But he is also the handthat shields…
He walks ahead —a bow on his shoulder,the sky on his back. I walk behind —with prayers in my breath,and the world in my eyes. Each step he takes,the forest becomes softer.Even the stones forget to hurt,when he walks before them. I carry no weapon.But I carry love —and that, too,can silence demons. People think I followed him out of…
When Eyes First Met He saw her in the garden,She looked away — but the wind stopped.Even the flowers forgot to bloom.The earth had found its center. In that one glance, Shri Ram saw not just a bride, but the goddess of purity. Sita saw not just a prince, but the soul she had always known. No words passed —…
In the gentle rustle of leaves and the tender hum of the wind, the name of Shri Ram echoes—a melody of divinity, a whisper of eternal love. On this sacred day of Ram Navami, we turn our hearts to the luminous figure of Shri Ram, as painted in the soulful verses of Tulsidas in Ramcharitmanas and the divine bhajans of…
It’s such a peaceful, dreamy thought, isn’t it? Let me paint it for you in simple, heartfelt words. Picture yourself standing outside as the day winds down, the sky turning soft shades of orange and pink. The sun is dipping low, and suddenly, clouds drift in—light and fluffy, not heavy or dark like they sometimes are. In the past, you…
