《The Sleepless Nights!》Aazadi ki keemat
Advertisement
Ye dharti , ye hawa , ye nadiyan, aisa kya hai inme,
Jo hume sukoon itna deti hai.
Ye to sab jagah hai, yha ka kuch khas to ni,
Kyu hum puri duniya bhi ghum aaye, to bhi saare jahan se acha 'hindustan' ko hi khenge.
Sochne wali baat hai na?
Nahi.
Mehsoos krne wali baat hai.
Ye jo dharti hai na ,
Ye seenchi hui hai saalo tk, sadiyon tak ,
Paani se ni...
Lahoo se .....
Laal lahoo kayi masoomo ka , kayi veero ka,
Garam rakt iski daraaron me is tarah sama chuka hai,
Ki ab use iss mitti se alag krna namumkin hai.
Waise to ek maa apne bachhe ko kokh me rakt se seenchti hai,
Par is dharti maa ko uske baccho ne apne khoon se bhigoya hai.
Dono hi surato me ek atoot rishta to bnega hi.
Ye jo hawa hai jisme kabhi gunpowder ki gandh bahaa karti thi,
Jo is desh ke logo ke seene ko chhhalli krne wali goliyon ka hisab bhi na rakh payi,
Aaj wo aazzad hawa hmari saanso me behti hai,
Khaas kse na ho?
Ye jo nadiyan hai , aaj jinme Pani Beh rha hai, Kabhi laal thi, shaheedo ke khoon se.
Ye jo sunheri subh hai aazadi ki,
Iske aagaaz se phele is aasman ne kayi kaali raatein dekhi hain,
Is ummed me ki bhor ki ek nanhi kiran,
Swatantra ki subh leke aayegi.
Ye jo aazaadi hai , ye hmara sirf haq nahi,
Ye hum par kabhi na chukne wala karz hai ,
Hazaro -lakhon sune-ansune , swatantrata senaniyon ka,
Jo haste haste is desh pr mar mite.
'Inqalab zindabad' ke naaron ki goonj Aaj bhi kano me jab padti hai,
To ronngte khade ho jate hain,
Ye aazadi mili ni hme,
Hmare logo ne ise khrida hai, apna rakt se , apne aaansuon se , apne balidanon se.
Advertisement
Itni kimti hai ab ye mitti,
Ki ab iska mol ni chukaya ja sakta.
Ye jo aazadi ka jashn hai, ye mukurahatein hai,
Ye karzdaar hai un maao ka jinka aanchal soona reh gyi,
Isliye ki ye dharti maa ki kokh na ujde.
Ye karzdaar hai un behno ka ,
jinki raksha ka vaada krne wale bhaiyo ki kaliyaan suni reh gyi,
Jinki raakhi intezaar krti rhi,
Par unka intezar kabhi khtm ni hua.
Karzdaar hai un jawano ka,
Jinki Anginat chiitthiyo ke kabhi jawab ni aaye.
Aaj bhi ye raktsanhaar thama ni hai,
Jawan jate hain uniform me saj kar,
Aate hain tirange me lipat kr.
Ye aazadi ka din sirf ek jashn ni,
Ek yaad ka paigaam hai un beto ki , un bhaiyo ki, un patiyo ki, un pitao ki,
Jinki kurbaaniyo ke badle,
Hm aaj ek swatantra bharat me saans le rhe hai.
Vande Mataram ❤️
Jai Hind! ❤️
🇮🇳
Advertisement
- In Serial53 Chapters
New Game (Reborn as a Reluctant Demon Lord, Book 1)
Portal Fantasy. Isekai. A daydream of nerds everywhere, leaving behind their boring world and living in a fantasy one that is full of adventure. A daydream that became a reality for me and 1000 other Comic-Con attendees. Except for me, it was more of a nightmare. Wanting nothing more than to find a way home, and also saddled with being the world's new [Demon Lord], I found myself trapped in a gamelike world and also somehow a part of the [Hero's] party. So join me as I tell the tale of my struggles. A tale of levels and skills. A tale of cagey game admins and bugs. And a tale of our party's grand quest to defeat... Well... Me. ---- What to expect from this book? 1. A main character who is not overpowered (and instead has to go from near-useless to strong. Not just weak to strong). If you are looking for an OP [Demon Lord] who laughs at his weakling enemies... This isn't for you. 2. A meandering pace as the characters aren't told how a lot of the world works and have to figure it out themselves. (And because there are a lot of characters. Whose idea was it to have a party of 9? I blame Jake) 3. A tragedy. A lot of things are not going to go well for the protagonist. (Not that everything is tragedy all the time. There is humor, laughter, friendship, and even a mascot monster character who got way more popular than I expected. But this is not a story that will leave you uplifted and inspired after every time you read it). ---- Release Schedule and publishing information: Book 1 is complete! I will include a link to book 2 once it has been started. Feel free to give feedback, positive or negative. ---- Other notes Book 1? Yes, this says Book 1. There are probably going to be 3 books. No, the plot as you can guess is not going to be tortured to drag out all the way to book 3. That would be ridiculous. If you can guess the plot of books 2 or 3 at any point before the last chapter of book 1, please use your clairvoyant powers for something more productive. TitusGM? This story is intentionally told under the username TitusGM because the idea is that he was the one actually writing everything down what happened after it all is over. I initially planned to answer everything in character on this site, but that just really didn't work out. If you want an in character response to a comment, simply prefix it with IC: (I also try to leave that as a reminder in the author's note after each new chapter) Cover art? Made by a friend who shall remain nameless at this time by his request
8 452 - In Serial92 Chapters
I love this world (Complete)
A man gets thrown into an alternate world after what was supposed to a harrowing escape from death. Follow him as he uses his knowledge from his previous life of research to adapt and survive in a place that is void of human contact, only to find out later how absurdly ridiculous his abilities are. Journey alongside this man as he attempts to change the new world for a better place, to turn it into one that he loves. PS, it will follow the reincarnation template very closely in the beginning (what do u expect? this is RRL), but will deviate from it as the story progress Warning: Crude language
8 109 - In Serial12 Chapters
The City of the Dragon Twisted
. 🐉 . The City of The Forever-Peace witnesses a pale young Buddhist Monk fighting his fearful thoughts of whether to cross the borders to Nepal and India against the death penalty. Why would that matter? In that September Autumn night of circa A.D.655, Emperor Táme’ Tie’-Zeon has been ruling an empire spanning 13,000 miles from the East to as far as the Baikal Sea in the Western Regions bordering the Middle East kingdom and the Rome Empire. Meanwhile, news has traveled that his Dharma-Son, Pan G. Monk faces an incredible Guillotine Execution that will chop off his waist in halves. The Empress Wǔl Zénder-Tan’ couldn't be careless. Why would that matter to the imperial family? Monks are just officials with equal vicarious duties and privileges. She would then spare her resourceful energy to maintain the fruitful relationship intertwining The Grand-Khan Jurchen-Warlords Clans in the North-East Desert in attempts to affirm her fate as the first and only female-Emperor, in the Medieval Ages of the Great City of the Dragon. Whereas The Abbot Master Xend'-Zeon of the Jade-Lotus Temple faces factions of religious politics. Particularly in the present, the Empress needed to manipulate the Master’s reputation to desperately seek life and/or the after-life merits. She decreed to be addressed as The Old Buddha Grand Father. The Master has had ideals of service to sentient beings since he was young. He could have traveled the Silk Road to the Far West entrance-point bypassing the five beacons as shortcuts save that he lacks the pertinent travel documents. Instead, he chose to cross the 800-mile овь-Gobi Desert that is as vast as the Baikal Sea, on foot. A route that is impossible in the history of the Buddha dharma. His heart never withers to support the mage of the red lotus that promises the Enlightenment of the Buddha-Land. Except that no one has ever endured the latitude of the heat. The pain. Alive, out of the desert sea. But he is also vulnerable to recognize the un-staticity of The Truth, The Truth itself, and the truth of seeking passion and mission for compassion in humankind. The mind and body reciting The Sūtra and The Heart, A phenomenon they knew better as if souls in chemical layers of their physique. Realizing enhanced mind training attaining controlling powers of life and death. Realizing the transformation of the unbearable pains and grievances he thought possible. . 2 . 🐉 . Meanwhile, dreams have been watching him to open The Third Eye, at The City's Amethyst-Jade Palace of the Second Emperor, Third Emperor, and Fourth Empress. Old Monks at The Nālandā Temple at the Far West Buddha Land; Householders Masters and Kings of the Jeek’-Foot Mountains of The City of the Naga-Dragon Twisted; in the Far West of The City of the Ever-Peace witness adventures of The Master. Lives at brinks of suicidal choices slaughtering ordeals. Who have inadvertently neglected the Master's karmic inflictions that would paradoxically affirm in a point of Near-Death Experiences; The Two-Profound-Reflective presented upon attaining The Deep-Active-Meditatitive Flow of Equanimity Samādhi. Eventually, The Seer Consciousness sees the Active Heart that is replete with The Latent Unconditional Love, Compassion And Empathy; that had been so close to us that we could not see it; as if one cannot see her own face. . 3 . 🐉 . Meanwhile also, the Imperial Criminal Affairs Clerk Ewen Hawk-Jean suffers too much seeking possession of desires and relief from a certain situation. Pan G., the Assistant Dharma-Translator to the Abbott Master Xend'-zeon has voluntarily or otherwise fallen into the supposed conspiracy or plain indifference. The imperial family's agenda of the Imperial Family of The Fang’-Chucks of course longs for a waist cut in halves not simply as souvenirs. Awaiting the Abbot Master is to come out from the disturbance. Incredibly transformative factors of the Mind-Transcendence-Samadhi are profoundly desired to spare the Monk Pan G. from the Post-Autumn Guillotine Execution that will chop off his waist in halves...... …But why would it matter to You?
8 77 - In Serial77 Chapters
A Smidge of Magic
What happens to a man when he is torn from everything he knows? Ian McClintoc, a detective from D.C., must find the answer to that very question when a routine investigation takes a horrible turn. Lost, battered, and broken Ian must do the impossible: survive and find a way to return home. And Ian is so very far from home. But he is not without hope. When he awakens in a strange world help arrives in the nick of time. Though is a very unexpected form: an elven ranger. Valethalassa Therrae, and her shadow-wolf companion Mal. She guides Ian to the fantastical city of Landorei and to a seer. There Ian's quest begins; retrieve a magical scroll that will send him home. But all is not as it seems. The mysterious Harlequin Court seeks to use Ian for their own ends. Fighting, friendship, magic, monsters, mystery, laughter, tears, revenge, war. Let the adventure begin. I hope you all enjoyed the novel and the adventure it took you on. I have a second one in the works, but progress has been slow on that front considering all that is going on in the world today and the nature of my work. I'll be posting chapters from that one in the coming months (with any luck). If you enjoyed this novel please leave a review as I'm always eager to read a critique of my work to improve my writing. - Best regards in these trying times, M.I. O'Flaherty
8 210 - In Serial7 Chapters
The Crippled Seed
Even a small child in Adrias knows that everyone is born with some magic. It is common knowledge that magic blooms at around the age of 13, and even though the gift of magic varies from person to person, everyone possesses it. When Nina is 14 years old, her magic tests report that she has no magic inside her. To hide that fact, she has to quit school against her wishes and live a sheltered life. That lifestyle, however, lasts for a mere two years as bandits strike her village and she has to move out, forced to survive and be something—anything—in this world full of magic...without possessing a single speck of it.
8 165 - In Serial16 Chapters
The Taboo Entity
Within the vast universe, a single cell appeared out of nowhere. An asteroid flew by and carried that cell as it travel through the universe. Ten million years later, an asteriod entered the atmosphere of a planet, accidently landing within a green lake. Ten thousand year later, the green lake turned into an azure lake. A hundred years later, an enormous flower bud appeared at the center of the lake. Ten years later, the flower bloomed. Schedule: Indefinite. When I'm bored or not busy.
8 111
Prev Chap
Next Chap
Chap List
Boy
Girl
