There seems to be no difference between a lovely valentine and a lively bloodshed, both are red:
one presents a melted rose, another represents clothed blood!-
Even the rain couldn't wash away
the streaming blood in Kashmir .-
Thank God Birds don't know their religion,
Otherwise,
there would be bloodshed from the sky everyday...-
In the end on the battlefield,
there is nothing to blossom
except brittleness and bitterness;
because there is no winner or loser
but the destroyer rises
on the warzone!-
My life journey was an
unabating battlefield of
swords and blood sheds
but I came out triumphant
not by gory massacre
of my adversaries but by
laying my sabre down
and walking away
from the hallowed ground.-
Either fertilise the egg or explode it,
I have to shed my blood anyway.
Either you kill or get killed in the battlefield,
blood is going to shed anyway.
We save it like money in blood banks,
but still six lakh litres get wasted anyway.
Blood also has it's groups A, B, O and AB.
But blood doesn't discriminate the humankind in anyway.-
A weird question came out from the discussion in the history class.
All the kings of the early medieval period wanted to annex Kanauj.
Kanauj was in a pivotal position in the geography of north India. It was very important for agriculture, resources, trade and business. Annexing Kanauj meant having control over the places along the prosperous banks of river Ganges.
The curious question that came
up n the classroom was (from today's Indian children ),
"Was annexing Kanauj like cracking a C.A.T seat in a very good college for M.B.A at Ahmedabad or at Bangaluru?"l
The answer from me was, "No, much more tougher . .
Imagine if in the whole of India there's only one seat and you . not only have to crack the seat all alone but also you have to keep maintaining the seat or else some one else will take over your Kanauj"
"More over this competition was a cruel grueling bloody war..it shed a lot of blood and killed in numeral people ,soldiers and brought a total instability among the citizens of kanauj during the war"
Children thoughtfully said ".OK now we understand how hard it was. ."
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हम देखेंगे...
जब बसंत आयेगा सीरिया में,
वहाँ के पेड़ों पर भी खिलेंगे
पीले फूल पलाश के,
कोयल भी वहाँ सुनाएंगी
प्यार, अमन के गीत,
हम देखेंगे...
जब वहाँ बहेगा नदियों में
साफ़ स्वच्छ कल-कल करता पानी,
अँधेरे में जब दिखेंगे
अनगिनत तारे आसमाँ में,
पूर्णिमा का गोल चांद,
छत पर बैठे बच्चे,
निहारेंगे उसे जब भर-भर आँखें
हम देखेंगे...
जब रात वे बच्चे
भर पेट खाना खाकर
लोरी सुनके सोयेंगे
हम देखेंगे...
सीरियायी बच्चे वो दिन
कब देखेंगे,
हम देखेंगे...
~ रोहन श्रीवास्तव-