Peace Anthem for the World by Sandeep Silas

Lyrics: Sandeep Silas; Singer: Pawni Pandey

I had been thinking for a long time that our beautiful world does not have a Peace Anthem, which can be universally accepted by the nations of the world and sung in schools and universities.

So I wrote the song, and many thanks to Akshat Pandey, my friend in Mumbai, who recorded it in the voice of his lovely and talented daughter, Pawni Pandey! Thanks Pawni, for making the Peace Anthem idea a possibility for our world and hearts!

Peace is what we want utmost if we have to preserve the human race on the planet!

PEACE ANTHEM

SANDEEP SILAS

There was a time

When the Earth was tranquil

And peace reigned around

Man lived in Eden

And Eve in his heart

Eve in his heart

The serpent of knowledge

Brought untold destruction

Hearts are now divided, homes are aflame

Lines now define frontiers

The fields are red

Are red with blood

See, now the rivers sigh

And the mountains silently cry

The oceans tremble with fear

Music is drowned, by the roar above

And toys have gone for guns

This is my land, those are my men

No one is equal, anymore

Anymore

We have everything

We have nothing

There are tears in every eye

Angels have also become shy

Children don’t play those innocent games

Ivy rushes up walls no more

Strange darkness follows every man

No one to stop and give a hand

Peace does not live in hearts

Not, live in hearts

So think of everyone

As your dear one

Kindle some warmth to last forever

Share the little you have with love

See, tender flowers bring you a promise every season

And the sky still shows a rainbow after the blinding rain

Spring, bursts from the autumns’ yellow

Green is the hand of the gardener

Look at the wonders of this beautiful world

And feel the magic living around you

Living around you

We have everything

We have nothing

There is so much peace hidden in every heart

The world can become one again

Say, that we’ll not live apart

Come let us wish for the healing rain

Turn the wheel as it must

Bring peace to every troubled heart

Peace to every heart

Peace to every heart

We have everything

We have everything

(Written: April 9, 2011)

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तू लौ ख़ुशनुमा…by संदीप साइलस “दीप” Tu Lau Khushnuma…by Sandeep Silas “deep”

तू लौ ख़ुशनुमा…

संदीप साइलसदीप

तू लौ ख़ुशनुमा, मैं पतंगा तेरा

तुझको जियूँ तो, जल जाऊँ मैं ।

ये क्या राबता, कैसा है मेला

तुझको छू लूँ तो, खिल जाऊँ मैं ।

तू मदहोश है, मेरा खोया पिया

तुझको देखूँ तो, भर जाऊँ मैं ।

मेरा दिल तो तेरा, घर बन गया

तुझको पाऊँ तो, बस जाऊँ मैं ।

तेरा चर्चा रहा, वो ज़माना तेरा

गहमा-गहमी हो, तो डर जाऊँ मैं ।

मैं तो आयत तेरी, तू ईसा है मेरा

तुझको मिलने को, ललचाऊँ मैं ।

हर राह तेरी, हर जहां है तेरा

ले चला तू मुझे, कहाँ को जिया ।

ज़ुबान ने मेरी, आज शिकवा किया

ऐसा मिलना हुआ, तो मर जाऊँ मैं ।

तू लौ ख़ुशनुमा, मैं पतंगा तेरा

तुझको जियूँ तो, जल जाऊँ मैं ।

ये क्या राबता, कैसा है मेला

तुझको छू लूँ, तो खिल जाऊँ मैं ।

TU LAU KHUSHNUMA…

Sandeep Silas “deep”

Tu lau khushnuma, main patanga tera

Tujhko jiyun to, jal jaun main

Ye kya raabta, kaisa hai mela

Tujhko chhuu lun to, khil jaun main

Tu madhosh hai, mera khoya piya

Tujhko dekhun to, bhar jaun main

Mera dil to tera, ghar ban gaya

Tujhko paun to, bas jaun main

Tera charcha raha, wo zamana tera

Gehma-gehmi ho, to dar jaun main

Main to aayat teri, tu Isaa hai mera

Tujhko milne ko, lalchaun main

Har raah teri, har jahaan hai tera

Le chala tu mujhey, kahan ko jiya

Zubaan ne meri, aaj shikwa kiya

Aisa milna hua to, mar jaun main

Tu lau khushnuma, main patanga tera

Tujhko jiyun to, jal jaun main

Ye kya raabta, kaisa hai mela

Tujhko chhuu lun to, khil jaun main

 

(Written: Delhi; 29 November 2019; 10.10 pm -10.45 pm)

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इतना भी क्या …? ITNA BHI KYA…? WHAT IS SO MUCH…? By Sandeep Silas ‘deep’

इतना भी क्या…? ITNA BHI KYA…?

(WHAT IS SO MUCH…?)

Sandeep Silas ‘deep’

इतना भी क्या की ख़ंजर उठा लिया ?

मुस्कुरा के भी तो जान ले लेते हैं लोग ।

ऐसा भी क्या की प्यालाज़हर ला दिया?

राज़ छुपाए भी दैरहरम चले जाते हैं लोग ।

इतना भी क्या की खुदा को भुला दिया ?

ता ज़िंदगी दुआगो भी तो रह लेते हैं लोग ।

ऐसा भी क्या की कलामग्रंथ जला दिया ?

आयतों में भी तो सुकून तलाश लेते हैं लोग ।

इतना भी क्या की वादावफ़ा से पर्दा किया ?

अदावत को दिल रख के भी रह लेते हैं लोग ।

ऐसा भी क्या की राहरंजिश ही लिया?

रिश्तों का वज़न भी तो उठा लेते हैं लोग ।

इतना भी क्या की चाँद से बैर ही किया ?

दुश्मनी में भी दिल लगा लेते हैं लोग ।

ऐसा भी क्या की रुख़ पे इबलीस उतार लिया ?

पेशानी पे तो नूर की ख़्वाहिश रखते हैं लोग ।

इतना भी क्या की कोईदीपके खून का प्यासा जिया?

लहू पी के भी इंसान बने रहते हैं लोग ।

Itna bhi kya ki khanzar utha liya?

Muskura ke bhi to jaan le lete hain log

(What is so much that you picked up a dagger?

People take a life with a smile too)

Aisa bhi kya ki pyala-e-zahar la diya?

Raaz chhupaye bhi dairo-haram chaley jaatey hain log

(What is that the cup of poison was offered?

People hide secrets and still bow in a temple & mosque)

Itna bhi kya ki Khuda ko bhula diya?

Ta zindagi duago bhi to reh lete hain log

(What is so much that you even forgot the existence of God?

People live their entire lives immersed in prayer too)

Aisa bhi kya ki kalaam-o-granth jala diya?

Aayaton mein bhi to suquun talaash lete hain log

(What is that the Holy Scriptures were burned?

People find their peace in the verses too)

Itna bhi kya ki wada-e-wafa se purdah kiya?

Adaavat ko dil rakh ke bhi reh lete hain log

(What is so much that you forgot the promises made in faith?

People can hide malice in the folds of their hearts and live)

Aisa bhi kya ki raah-e-ranjish hi liya?

Rishton ka wazan bhi to uthaa lete hain log

(What is that you took to the road of enmity?

People carry the burden of relationships too)

Itna bhi kya ki chand se bair hi kiya?

Dushmani mein bhi dil laga lete hain log

(What is so much that you have ill-will for the Moon?

People engage their hearts in hostility too)

Aisa bhi kya ki rukh pe Iblis utaar liya?

Peshani pe to noor ki khwaahish rakhtey hain log

(What is that you fused your face with the Satan’s?

People actually wish for divine light to glow on their face)

Itna bhi kya ki koi “deep” ke khoon ka pyasa jiya?

Lahu pee ke bhi insaan bane rehtey hain log

(What is so much that someone lives thirsty for “deep’s” blood?

People drink blood and yet pretend to be human)

(Written: Delhi; 12 October 2019; 6.00 am to 7.07 a.m.)

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The Creative Mind by Sandeep Silas

THE CREATIVE MIND

I am the creative mind, the Creator’s gift
Do I ever know who I am going to chose

And what I am going to make him write, propound, discover, or invent
Does it unfold on its own
Is it a gift from the heavens?
Or do I dig it from the womb of the earth

Sometimes it falls like the rain
Soaking me through and through
At times it is a boat, taking me on a sail to phantom lands
Some ways are those of a tempest, ripping everything off
Yet maintaining a calm in the eye of the storm
Many times in history it was a cloudburst and all the accumulated burden fell at once upon the paper

I have been doing it in the past
I am at it in the present
I will be in the future
I don’t know whether what I think and ink shall power revolutions or bring peace, or advance scientific discovery
I don’t care whether they will hate me or love me for it
Who writes for awards?
You do it because you have to do it, like you are born with a pen in the mouth
Ha, I miss the silver spoon though

In the gospel it is written, “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God” !
This is the Alpha and the Omega
The creative mind is the mind blessed by God
Power does not flow from the barrel of a gun
It flows from the subtlety of the Word

I became Hobbes, when I told you about the “war of every man against every man”, and asked you to naturally seek peace
I lived in Locke, and wrote the theory of the mind, defined tabula rasa, gave you the concepts of identity and self
I was in the head of Rousseau, when I wrote “Men are born free, yet everywhere are in chains “, gave you the Social Contract, say democracy
I was with Voltaire when I defended freedom of religious and political thought, and handed to you the power of Reason
I was with Newton when I revealed the Laws of Motion
I permeated Pasteur, and advanced the medical sciences
Galileo saw through me the understanding of the World
I became Einstein and defined the theory of relativity
I made Curie discover radiation, Otto Hahn discover nuclear fission
I’ve led you like Aristotle, Faraday and Fleming of the penicillin
I’ve been with you always

Michelangelo celebrated me as he chiseled the Pietà and painted the Sistine Chapel
Mona Lisa smiles because I gave the mystique look to her eyes through Leonardo da Vinci
Van Gogh brought The Starry Night to life and the Sunflowers to bloom as he was captivated by me
Rembrandt created The Night Watch, as I conceptualized
Shakuntala and Hansa Damyanti became immortalized as I held the brush of Raja Ravi Verma
I have given my best to more like Picasso, Monet, Amrita Sher-gil and Husain
Many more have excelled because they nourished me

When I became joyous, I gave Mozart, the ‘Night Music’ symphonies

I rejoiced as a child when Schumann wrote Caranaval music, ‘Scenes from Childhood’
Chopin, made me his angel and got the Sonatas
Haydn, looked up to me and found his ‘Surprise’ and ‘God of Life’
Even when Beethoven became deaf, I blessed him with ‘Allegretto’

It was not the choice of Columbus to discover America
Nor of Vasco da Gama to discover India
Alexander did not come of his own to meet his greatness
Neither did Ashoka renounce war of his own volition
I, the creative mind, was all the time living in their minds
I was with Martin Luther King Jr. and gave him the speech of the Dream
I powered Gandhi’s resolve to make India independent of the colonial yoke

I have triumphed in the writings of the Sufi saints
I was within Bulleh Shah, when he coined “Bulleya ki jaana main kaun” (Bulleya, to me, I am not known)
I lived with Rumi, as he said, “I am like heaven, like the moon, like a candle by your glow; I am all reason, all love, all soul, by your soul”
I celebrated Kahlil Gibran
I powered Montaigne’s works’
I rejoiced in William Shakespeare, Tennyson, Yeats, Byron, Bacon, Wordsworth, Milton, Keats, Browning and Chaucer
Where all I’ve been all through the evolution of the world, the thought, the philosophy and the Word

Where all I will be is my choice and not yours
I will fill the ones who deserve me
Yet, a little bit of me will be given to each one of you
It will be your purity of emotion, passion, and soul to attain me fully
I AM…

(Copyright: Sandeep Silas)

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WHAT TO EXPECT AND ASK ? BY SANDEEP SILAS

WHAT TO EXPECT AND ASK ?

SANDEEP SILAS

Don’t make me so big that I think I own Your Earth

Don’t give me so much that I think I can command the oceans

Don’t place me so high that I forget I am human

Don’t make me so powerful that I am distanced from hungering humanity

Don’t give me all what I ask, lest I forget the struggle and the value of achievement

Let me live with the mountain and the sea in perfect harmony

Let me watch in amusement the flight of birds

Let me eyes think my body is moving with the flying clouds

Let me touch the trees and the green leaves

Let me smell the beautiful flowers, fragrance pervading my soul

Let me feel the warmth of another human hand

Let me not shy away from extending a helping hand

Let me seek shelter in times of trial in You

Let me pray for easing the suffering of others

Let me be a part of You

Make me an instrument of Your will

Your wish to become my path

Your design to become the plan of my life

Your command to be my endeavour

Your presence to be my feeling

Your proximity to be my pride

Your grace to fill my soul

Your holiness to become my divinity

All this I ask and no more

If you think this is the way

May your lips too utter this prayer

(Copyright: Sandeep Silas)

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Sandeep Silas speaking at the Festival of Peace

Address of Sandeep Silas delivered in the distinguished presence of Hon’ble Union Home Minister, Government of India, Shri Rajnath Singh, at RIM event, Vigyan Bhavan, New Delhi on January 15th 2019 !

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ARKI: The Hidden Gem of Himachal by Sandeep Silas

Many stories are hidden within the layers of Time. What was once a kingdom, is now a fable; what was once a palace, is now ruins; what was once royalty, is now common; what was once a royal emblem, is now part of history.

Such is the story of the once powerful, once feared, once law, once hailed and once bowed down too! Everything fades away in time. Whether it is mighty possessions, unimaginable wealth, human feelings, or awe, or attachments, all, give way to the mighty layer of Time that settles all, as just another page of historical heritage, sung or unsung.

I had heard about this Arki Fort-palace, once the capital of Baghal Kingdom, now in present day Himachal Pradesh. Two hours drive from Shimla about 52 km Arki represents a bygone era. The road is the one going to Bilaspur-Mandi and at Shalaghat one has to take off to the State Highway for the residual portion of the journey. Hills looked dry in the December winter and village hamlets were warped in their humdrum existence. In far off places, nothing new happens. Seasons come and go and people brace again for the next. You grow as much, you sell as much, you make money as much as it suffices for livelihood. Tourists come and go. Some return, some never.

Baghal Kingdom dates back to 1640 AD when it was founded by the Parmars of Rajput clan. The story goes that Rana Ajai Dev, eldest son of Raja Amar Dev of Dhara, Malwa,  undertook a pilgrimmage in AD and on way back from Badrinath Shrine established his own principality of Baghal in Sairi Valley. In 1643 AD Rana Sabha Chand built his capital at Arki, where it has remained till date. The formidable Gurkhas captured the territory in the early 19th Century and Rana Jagat Singh had to live in exile at Nalagarh. Here, comes the Alliance with the British of the local ruling clan, with whose assistance they drove out the Gurkhas and took control of their Kingdom. The British conferred the title of Raja upon Rana Kishan Chand and the State ranked 8th among the Punjab Hill States in order of precedence. Baghal State possessed 311 sq km of territory and sway over 413 villages. In 1893 AD it was allowed to maintain an infantry of 150 and 1 Gun.

I reached the gates and the gatekeeper asked for my visiting card and then went inside the palace premises to seek permission. I had been under the assumption that a Heritage Hotel ran from the palace, but was rudely face to face with a dilapidated structure much under the category of ruins. The erstwhile Durbar Hall and a later building were in a state of preservation but under lock. Where were the famous frescoes that I had come looking for?

Someone greeted me and I found a young handsome man in early thirties come with a girl child in his arms. He introduced himself as Rahul Dev Singh, the youngest scion of the family. His daughter Padmaja Kumari said a shy hello to me. I learned she goes to Play School in Shimla. Rahul was most intrigued by my coming all the way from Shimla just to see the frescoes. I told him that I am a student of History and am most interested in palaces and forts, even though they might present a ruined face. We made off to a great conversation right in the midst of the erstwhile palace with monkeys trying to announce dominion. I asked him about the frescoes and he showed me the arches of the Durbar Hall, which had wall paintings and frescoes, done by artists of that era. I could use a good camera and take photographs he said.  The architecture definitely had Mughal and Rajasthani influence but the art was most outstandingly of the “Pahari School”.

We spoke of current day politics, my service in the bureaucracy, my writings, his lineage, his grandfather who used to hold his Durbar right there in a Hall, the wars his family had fought, the Gurkha occupation of their kingdom, the regaining of it with the help of the British, the ranking of the State amongst the Punjab States, my sons and their field of education, and many other things. I told him of my bloodline from mother’s side going up to a Kingdom of North Bengal. He also told me that they were originally from Malwa. It never seemed that I had met him for the first time and there existed some connection of the past. He told me how his grandfather encouraged the family ladies to cut their hair, learn dance and have a modern lifestyle. Now, he felt he had become a modern traditionalist and also like the common people believe in common superstitions. We laughed as I admitted that I too never cross a path if I see a black cat run across ahead of me. I wait for someone else to do it. We laughed as we have no justification for all this, but still irrationally we keep doing it. Sometimes the commonness of living overtakes us as much as we would consider ourselves to have a royal lifestyle.

Suddenly, he thought he might be holding me back from my exploration so politely took leave, “So, when you finish you will take your leave?”

“Yes”, and many thanks Rahul. If you come to Delhi please come home.”

He disappeared with his lovely daughter inside the palace living portion and I was left to face the ruins in solitude.

The Durbar Hall arches had beautiful frescoes of Goa Port, War Scene, Dagshai, a Cathedral which reminded me of The Vatican, an Indian Fort, Ayodhya, an European port, the port of Daman, warship anchoring at Thalaserry port, etc. The arches had been painted both sides. We get a feeling that the artists had a good impression of Indian and European ports, albeit they did not miss out on the Indian fort and garden. The war scene fresco had been done in very fine lines and showed arrows flying both sides in such detail.

The administrative block to the right of Durbar Hall was overgrown with shrubs and the steps led down to the horse and elephant housing area.

Right in the midst stood a Peepal Tree, magnificent and a witness to all that glory that was once there. Below, it a small temple with a tiny Shivlinga had been built, perhaps by the Home Guards who loved there for a long time.

The view up, to the palace was a telling one, as it took the glance from ruins to a living palace structure. Time, can change many things, but not everything. Far ahead the valley opens to face many mountains placed in a row.

How strange it must feel to face a truth every sight that here was one’s own kingdom and palace and now a different reality. The reality of a peoples’ democracy and a system of choosing a leader through public ballot. I, for one, could go mad with such strange truths, had I to live with them every day of my life.

Rahul’s elder brother Harvashvardhan, is trying to restore the palace premises by way of opening up a Heritage Hotel, which is a great way to preserve and conserve a slice of history for posterity. The grandeur of the days must be re-created and visitors experience how life was lived then and how that memory is preserved now.

The things of the past do shape our future and should be allowed to sweeten our present days.

 

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Homage to #Mahatma #Gandhi on the occasion of his 150th Birth Anniversary ! by ‘Deep’

 

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Chimes of La Gruyeres by Sandeep Silas

India Outbound

Nov-Dec 2014

Chimes of La Gruyeres

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Enchanted Life of Castles by Sandeep Silas

India Outbound

July-August 2014

https://mediaindia.eu/heritage/enchanted-life-of-castles/

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