मेरी माँ

                                                                

आधी  रोटी  खाकर,  अपने  बच्चों  को  सुलाकर

खुद   भूखी  सोती  माँ ,

दूसरों की बात पर अपने बच्चे   मारकर ,

  खुद  कोने  में  छिपकर रोती  हैं  माँ ,

सर्द  भरी  सुबह में सुबह उठ  मेरा  नास्ता  बनती  है  माँ , मेरी  माँ

 प्यारी  है , दुलारी दुलारी  है ,मेरा मान,  मेरा   अभिमान है माँ

परिवार की आत्मसम्मान  है मेरी  माँ,

 अपने  अस्त्तिव को भूलकर ,

अपने आज में आज में समाकर , आगे  बढ़ने की

प्रेरणा  दे  रही है  माँ, मेरी  माँ 

                                                                                   कवि  -विशाल रंजन

पिता का महत्वा

   

पिता  ऊँगली  पकडे  बच्चे  का  सहारा  है

पिता  कभी कुछ  खरा  कभी संसार  में सबसे  प्यारा  है

पिता  से पालन  है पोसण  है  परिवार  का  अनुसासन  है

पिता  प्रेम  का  प्रसासन  है

पिता  से  रोटी  है  कपडा  है  मकान  है

पिता अपने  बच्चे  का मान है अभिमान है

पिता  अपने  छोटे से  बच्चे  का  विशाल  आसमान  है

पिता बिन जीवन  अनाथ  है

पिता  संग सभी  खिलौने  अपने है

पिता का  हरदम ऊँचा नाम करो

कद कैसा भी हो उनका

उनपर नाज़ करो  अभिमान  करो

                                                                      कवि  -  विशाल  रंजन

If Winning Is Celebraed Why Can't Losing Be

                     

I have played a lot , some i won ,some i lost

what i found was celebration everywhere,

i ask why can't the loser celebrate

why is this not their right,

i ask why can't the loser celebrate

if it's only one part of the game 

if life is all about winning, why is losing a part of it,

if winning can be celebrated why can't losing be

i know, the nature  is a duo winning takes cost,

it brings a loser at it's cost

but that's the fate, not a mystery ,

change the ways things society can't

bring out the revolution ,if you can 

if winners can then losers also can.

.stay different ,stay weird.

                                                                        - By Vishal Ranjan..

My First Story "An Ant Taught Me"

This story is of the time when I had a terrible accident and I was unable to move very little movement was there in my legs, but I knew that I had an internal power to curb that stoppage which was garbing me from standing, I was a good athlete till my accident, just before my accident. I had made a half century at a local ground in an inter-school cricket tournament after my boards’ exam but just before class 11th admission. I had to be on bed for a month; from there I had a scenic view at the top of Gulmohar Tree, where I could see birds coming and taking the nectar away from the flowers. This scenic view always gave me a feel of positivity against all odds I had. I was lucky then when I came back from hospital that I had a courtyard where my mother planted few plants and flowers which were well arranged by my father in his best engineering way the matter of the fact he is not an engineer. I was sitting on a chair and thinking that what wrong I had done in the past that I am punished, was it for eating way the cakes not sharing it with my brother? Or eating away the tiffin of others without their permission or it is because of not believing in god because of being too much interested in scientific approach or was it not going to temple with my mother instead of being requested by her. I was thinking of certain things suddenly an ant came and bit me. I moved my legs and pressed her a bit since, I had no movement in my legs, I was not able to press much but I tried my level best. Suddenly I found that the ant escaped of beneath my legs. I was looking at it; I found that a very small piece of ladoo was a bit far from me, at least 4 feet distance. The ant being injured walked slowly-slowly with the hurt caused by me. It finally reached the spot where the part of ladoo was thrown, it tried to pick it up but failed it tried again and again but failed. I thought to help it out but when I tried to stand up. I realized that I’m on wheelchair. Wheelchair is like legs to those who are not able to walk or have difficulty in walking. These things remind me the great things made which gave life to them who had great sufferings from life. I was very helpless on the act of not being able to help ant apart from the fact of knowing how I could have helped it.

Then Suddenly I found that finally it was able to pick that part of Ladoo, finally then other ants joined her and she moved away. I was very happy, soon after that I found a shake in my legs. I realized that I am getting back my strength. I tried at least 30 times to get up but couldn’t but being inspired by ant I tried again and on 70th attempt I was able to stand again. I took a week to walk but my recovery was because of the lesson taught by the ant. It was because of the lesson taught by the ant. It was an angle to me. I realized

“EVERY STRUGGLE IS VICTORY” 

                                    - Written by VISHAL KUMAR RANJAN