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Invictus” is a short Victorian poem by the English poet William Ernest Henley. Written way back in 1875, this poem still inspire masses..

Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul.

 

In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody, but unbowed.

 

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds and shall find me unafraid.

 

It matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishment the scroll,

I am the master of my fate:

I am the captain of my soul.

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Came across a wonderful nazm of Gulzar Saab.  Just posting as it is –

और अचानक ..
तेज़ हवा के झोंके ने कमरे में आ कर हल-चल कर दी..
पर्दे ने लहरा के मेज़ पे रखी ढेर सारी काँच की चीज़ों को उलट दिया..
फड़ फड़ कर के एक किताब ने जल्दी से मूह ढांप लिया..

एक दवात  ने गोता खा के सामने रखे जितने कोरे काग़ज़ थे..सबको रंग डाला.
दीवारों पर लटकी तस्वीरों ने भी हैरत से गर्दन तिरछी करके तुमको देखा

फिर से आना ऐसे ही तुम..
और भर जाना कमरे में मेरे….

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Raat Aadhi
Raat aadhi, kheenchkar meri hatheli
ek ungli se likha tha ‘pyar’ tumne |

Faasla tha kuch hamare bistaron mein
aur chaaro or duniya so rahi thi
taarikaayein hi gagan ki jaanti hain
jo dasha dil ki tumhare ho rahi thi,
Main tumhare paas hokar door tumse
adhjagaa-sa aur adhsoya hua sa,
Raat aadhi, kheenchkar meri hatheli
ek ungli se likha tha ‘pyar’ tumne |

Ek bijli chhoo gayi sahsa jagaa main,
Krishn-pakshi chand nikla tha gagan mein,
Is tarah karvat padi thi tum ki aansoo,
Bah rahe the is nayan se us nayan mein,
Main lagaa doon aag us sansar mein, hain
pyar jismein is tarah asamarth kaatar,
Jaanti ho, us samay kya kar gujarne,
ke liye tha kar diya tayyar tumne,
Raat aadhi, kheenchkar meri hatheli
ek ungli se likha tha ‘pyar’ tumne |

Prat ki hi or ko hain raat chalti,
Aur ujaale mein andhera doob jaata,
Manch hi poora badalta kaun aisii,
Khoobiyon ke saath parde ko uthaata,
Ek chehra-sa lagaa tumne liya tha,
Aur maine tha utaara ek chehra,
Vah nisha ka swapn mera tha ki apne,
Par gajab ka tha kiya adhikar tumne |
Raat aadhi, kheenchkar meri hatheli
ek ungli se likha tha ‘pyar’ tumne |

Aur utne faasle par aaj tak sau
yatna karke bhi na aaye phir kabhi hum,
Phir na aaye vakt aisa, phir na mauka
us tarah ka, phir na lauta chand nirmam
aur apni vedna main kya bataoon,
Kya nahin ye panktiya khud bolti hai –
Bujh nahin paaya abhi tak us samay jo,
rakh diya tha haanth par angaar tumne |
Raat aadhi, kheenchkar meri hatheli
ek ungli se likha tha ‘pyar’ tumne |

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