Thursday, May 20, 2010

If Lord Buddha were ever born-From the novel-'The story Inside' a novel my Suresh Jyotipunja...

If Lord Buddha were ever born in the 21st century,he would be poisoned to death by those who love war,or lose mind like him.What if if he is the one,the enlighted.But he his ideas would still survive, even after his death.I just got that divine name for him-'The Silent Buddha'...................From the novel-'The story Inside' a novel my Suresh Jyotipunja.....

'The story Inside'

'You have seen them,the war of the worlds,you have seen the wars, between the people,for the people, by the people.Have you ever thought of that, the war inside the people, the war deep inside the head,deep inside,in the subconscious.The journey to the subconscious....A tribute to Sigmund Freud,'The story Inside'.It took ten years for me to think,will take ten more years to complete',a Novel by 'Suresh Jyotipunja'

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Love is bigger then all space............ My friend, a lyricist and a musician from Canada Who wrote to me in the Coldplay discussion board........ me

Love is bigger then all space............

Dark air from the darkest sun
Is compared to the air of love
Stars shine up above the sky
Each one is yours and mine
Love, is not a thing or place
Love can be found in all space
Dark moons and
Brightest suns
Could do
With the life of love
Jupiter, Saturn and Mars
Can shine like the brightest stars
With all of our strongest love
And then youll see
What the world should be
Love is the brightest sun
Love can’t be made or undone
Love is bigger then all space
Love is bigger then the our race


..Felipe Vallejo.A COLDPLAYER

My friend, a lyricist and a musician from Canada
Who wrote to me in the Coldplay discussion board........
member of a newly formed band-
'One love'

HE DREAMS OF TRAVELLING ALL AROUND THE GLOBE SPREADING THE MESSAGE OF PEACE AND LOVE
ALL THE BEST,BROTHER..........

Brother.....................

Brother.....................



Brother

Let me write first.
Read now few,
write about you,
quench my thirst.
With the love dew.
Let me respect,
those who are dead,
deep in my head.'...................



Suresh Jyotipunja
Nuwakot Nepal

गजल धेरै पियी,पिलाउनु ठीक होइन साथी। पियी मन,मिलाउनु ठीक होइन साथी।

गजल

धेरै पियी,पिलाउनु ठीक होइन साथी।
पियी मन,मिलाउनु ठीक होइन साथी।

भेट हुन्छ थोरैसँग,पिउँदा सायद धेरै,
माया दिनु,दिलाउनु ठीक होइन साथी।

बलियो मन कती,प्वाल अती परेपछी,
फेरी फेरी,सिलाउनु ठीक होइन साथी।

जती दुख्छ भित्र,सहनेलाई मजा बेग्लै,
घाऊ मिठो,चिलाउनु ठीक होइन साथी।

धेरै पियी,पिलाउनु ठीक होइन साथी।
पियी मन,मिलाउनु ठीक होइन साथी।


गजलमा 'मानबिय बिरोधाभासको प्रयोग''

'धेरै पिउनुहुन्छ?कम गर्नुस्।कम पिउनुहुन्छ,बन्द गर्नुस्।'

सुरेश ज्योतिपुञ्ज
नुवाकोट,नेपाल
हाल
जिप्मेर मेडिकल कलेज
पोन्डिचेरी,भारत

गजल - हुन नहुने हुन खोजेँ , आज मलाई माफ गर। तिमीलाई छुन खोजेँ , आज मलाई माफ गर।

गजल

अरुजस्तै हुन खोजेँ , आज मलाई माफ गर।
तिमीलाई छुन खोजेँ , आज मलाई माफ गर।

सुनाउँदा कथा आफ्नै, बिर्सिएछु तिम्रो कथा,
बैगुनी भै गुन खोजेँ , आज मलाई माफ गर।

न त खस्यो मेरो आँसु ,न त मुस्कु'राउनै सके,
सङ्गै हास्न रुन खोजेँ ,आज मलाई माफ गर।

बालुवाको राशी देखेँ , केलाएर हेरेँ हजुर ,
हिरामै लौ सुन खोजेँ,आज मलाई माफ गर।

भेट्ने हो कि आँफैलाई,तिमीलाई खोजेपछी,
किन खोजेँ कुन खोजेँ ,आज मलाई माफ गर।

धेरैचाहीँ एक्लै लेखेँ , कमै लेखे मिली सङ्गै,
गजलमै धुन खोजेँ ,आज मलाई माफ गर।

डर भन्या त्यही हुन्छ,शङ्खा आफुभित्रै हुन्छ,
चामलमा घुन खोजे,आज मलाई माफ गर।

नगिचैको तिर्थ हेला,ज्योतिपुञ्ज लाटो हजुर ,
तलाउमा जुन खोजेँ ,आज मलाई माफ गर।

अरुजस्तै हुन खोजेँ , आज मलाई माफ गर।
तिमीलाई छुन खोजेँ , आज मलाई माफ गर।



सुरेश ज्योतिपुञ्ज
नुवाकोट, नेपाल

हाल,
जिपमेर मेडिकल कलेज
पन्डिचेरि,भारत

The World Poet

There was a time,

When he wrote for fun,

About the moon, about the sun

There were those lines,

He just wrote for hobby.

And then he started to worry.

If they made any sense.

And then he thought.

To write his story,

The story of a life.

The story of fall.

The story of rise.

He wrote it all.

He no more wrote for hobby

He earned that glory

And,

He became the world poet

That is how,

He became the world poet.

He would start one,

But it would never end,

About to end,

The other would begin.

He would write each details.

About the pleasure and pains.

Which made the story.

The story of a life.

The story of fall.

The story of rise.

He wrote it all.

He no more wrote for hobby

He earned that glory

And,

He became the world poet

That is how,

He became the world poet.

Those who were lost ,were found.

WIth lights all around

Those who were found,were lost

Smiled and cried free of cost.

And then he wrote more.

About the rich,About the poor.

About human race,about the space

The story became a poem,

The poem ,a song.

And they sang, sang it all,

About their rise and fall.

The story of a life.

The poem of a life.

The song of a life.

He no more wrote for hobby

He earned that glory

And,

He became the world poet

That is how,

He became the world poet.

He shall never die,

Fly higher and high,

Live in their eyes,

In all lows and highs

After all,He wrote,

The story of a life.

The poem of a life.

The song of of a life.

Those who sang,

those who met,

Will never forget,

How,

He became the world poet.


Suresh Jyotipunja

Nepal