रब्ब की मर्ज़ी Rabb Ki Marzi by संदीप साइलस “दीप”

रब्ब की मर्ज़ी
संदीप साइलसदीप

वक़्त और शजर दोनो ही उतार देते हैं
लदे हुए ज़माने, ख़ामोश उतार देते हैं।

रब्ब की मर्ज़ी के आगे कौन खड़ा रहा
आसमानी फ़रमान कारवाँ उतार देते हैं।

अच्छे और बुरे का फ़र्क़ बेशक भूल गए
अज़ाब आते हैं तो शहंशाह उतार देते हैं।

ये ताज-ओ-तख़्त बहुत बेशक़ीमती हैं
वज़न नहीं संभला, तो होश उतार देते हैं।

आवाम के ज़ख़्म, किसी को दिखते नहीं
ये जब पकते हैं, सल्तनत उतार देते हैं।

मेरे दिल के दर्द, मेरी जाँ, कुछ ऐसे ही हैं
ये कलम से काग़ज़ पे, ख़ुदा उतार देते हैं।

तू नहीं मिलता तो दिल उदास सा रहता है
ज़मीन-ए-मोहब्बत हम धनक उतार देते हैं।

अपनी-अपनी रूह, ख़ुदाई से भर लो तुम
ज़ुल्मियों के लिबास भी ख़ुदा उतार देते हैं।

दरख़्त रखते हैं हरेक घोंसले को महफ़ूज़
दुआगो “दीप” रूहानियत को उतार लेते हैं।

(Written: Delhi; 17 April 2020)

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दिल निकाल के… संदीप साइलस “दीप” Dil Nikaal Ke… Sandeep Silas

दिल निकाल के…
संदीप साइलस “दीप”

दिल निकाल के रखता हूँ रोज़ तेरे सामने
मेहर की उम्मीद करता हूँ तुझसे तेरे सामने।

कभी वेद पढ़ता हूँ, तो कभी अज़ान गाता हूँ
कभी कबीर, कभी नानक होते हैं मेरे सामने।

नव-दुर्गा का अदब रखना है मुझे ता ज़िंदगी
इंजील-ए-ईसा को भी लाना है तेरे सामने।

ए इंसाँ तू क्यूँ छोड़ता जा रहा अपनी ज़मीं
तेरी पाकीज़गी को मुझे लाना है तेरे सामने।

ये सियासतें, गर्दिश में ले जा रहीं हैं तुझे हिंद
हज़ारों साल की तहज़ीब, देख है तेरे सामने।

ना सुन बुरा, ना कह बुरा, ना देख तू कुछ बुरा
बापू को भूलने से पहले, ज़रा रख उसे सामने।

नफ़रतें ना लाएँगी, अमन-ओ-चैन की दुनिया
हिट्लर भी गया था, अपनी ही गोली के सामने।

ना झूठ बोल, ना कर फ़रेब, तुझे मिली सल्तनत
कुदरत से ना खेल इंसाँ, पुतला है उसके सामने।

नहीं मानेगा तू, तो वो वापस ले लेगा तेरी साँस
कहते हैं वो मन का “दीप” देखता है अपने सामने।

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प्यास… Thirst by संदीप साइलस “दीप”


प्यास

संदीप साइलसदीप

दूर से प्यास बुझती, तो किसी को कहाँ लगती

पीपी के अश्क़ तू जी गया, प्यास कहाँ लगती।

वो जिसकी तलब थी, नहीं मिला, तो इश्क़ रहा

मिल गया होता, तो इश्क़ की आग कहाँ लगती।

तँहा ना हुए होते, बादसबा, सर्द कहाँ लगती

तसव्वुर में ना आते, जाँना की कशिश कहाँ लगती।

वो ग़र पास हुए होते, दिलतिशनगी, कहाँ लगती

तीरगी के आलम सिवा, ख़्वाबों में लौ कहाँ लगती।

शबहिज्र, शुक्रिया, नीमवा रोशनी कहाँ लगती

मेरी सूखी आँखो को, उनकी नमी कब कहाँ लगती।

वादावफ़ा निभाया होता, ये ख़लिश कहाँ लगती

वो जुदा ना हुआ होता, ख़ुदा की आस कहाँ लगती।

ज़ख़्मदिल लिए फिरता हूँ, अब दवा कहाँ लगती

कुछ रखे ज़माने के लिए, वरना नुमाईशें कहाँ लगती।

अब ना हसरतशाम, ना ख़्वाहिशों से हमें काम

कोई आए ना आए, अब खामोशी भी कहाँ लगती।

एक बेगाने की आसदीपक्यूँ रखते हो अपने दिल

ख़ुदा की बारगाह में आओ, यहाँ प्यास कहाँ लगती।

(Written: Delhi; 30 March 2020)

 

 

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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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6th Ibadat-e-Aman (Video Recording), February 9, 2018

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BIC_EhdXQFM&feature=youtu.be

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DD National telecast of Ibadat-e-Aman 2018, on February 23rd 2018

GOOD EVENING INDIA programme

15.40 minutes onwards…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ucekqtos6x0&list=UUfDO2hDCcyYY_N54_tHsaqQ

 

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Photographs of 6th Ibadat-e-Aman 2018

Ibadat-e-Aman, peace bridge of music; February 9th 2018; Stein Auditorium; India Habitat Centre, New Delhi

Poetry in English: Sandeep Silas

Dance & Drums: Chandana Dancers Guild, Sri Lanka

Inaugurated by: H.E. The High Commissioner of Sri Lanka in India, Mrs. Chitranganee Wagiswara

 

 

 

 

 

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Photographs of Ibadat-e-Ishq, Agra, on September 23, 2017

Ibadat-e-Ishq

Programme of Sufiana poetry and music, Agra

AGRA VISION 2025

September 23rd 2017

by

Amrita Vidya- Education for Immortality, Society

in association with

St. Peter’s College, Agra

Sandeep Silas with talent of Agra

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A Toy To the Adult by Sandeep Silas

The Kalka-Shimla Railway

Like smoke wafting lazily from a candle, blown by a kiss of the wind, chugs the Kalka-Shimla train.  The mist, held by the hills and the pines, lowers itself in a welcome to the traveller.  Its freshness brings alive the sensations hitherto forgotten and buried under the pace of life.

If you look down history lane with a telescope, you find the gallant  and  fearsome Grouches of Nepal walking  into  Sikkim  in 1814.   The ruler of Sikkim, helpless, appeals to the East  India company and the Company Bahadur extends security.   At the  close of the war in 1816, under the Nepalese Peace Treaty the  British `mandarins retained a huge tract of land, which also included the ridge on which Shimla was later built.

One  Major Kennedy, built for himself a house at  Shimla  in 1822.   The  Governor General’s were quick to  realise  that  the environs  of Shimla offered them an England in India.   Lord  Amherst  spent the summer in 1827, followed by his  successor  Lord William  Bentick.   However,  the journey  was  not  particularly comfortable for the Gora Sahib.  Ponies, or jampans – sedan chair fitted with curtains, slung on poles borne by bearers, over a  43 mile mountain track made mule of a man.

It  was only for a correspondent, to conceive the idea of  a railway  line, that time waited for, till Nov. 1847.   A  passionate plea in the Delhi Gazette by this gentleman advocated the sketching  of a railway line to Shimla – “We may then see these  cool regions become the permanent seat of a Government, daily  invigorated  by a temperature adapted to refresh a  European  constitution, and keep the mental power in a state of health,  beneficial both  to rulers and the ruled”.  The earliest field surveys  were conducted  between 1884-95.  While the railway surveys  were  on, The  Hindostan and Tibet Road, 58 miles, was opened during  1850-56.

The signing of a contract between Secretary of State and the Delhi Umbala Railway Company in 1898 signalled the beginnings  of the  line.  The journey to a cooler paradise became a reality  in Lord Curzons’ time.

The bosom of the highly erratic Shivalik hills was parted by a 96 km. railway line on Nov. 9th, 1903.  Three years  of  labour by dedicated engineers and labourers in limestone and shale rocks saw through an astounding feat.

The line passes over 864 bridges and  under 102 tunnels.  Two-thirds of the formation is  laid  on sharp curves– sharper than a damsels !

The British chose the narrow gauge dimensions of 2′-6″ as the  hills  tolerated no more than a whisper to rise  the  arduous 1519  m   between the plain and the hill.  The treachery  of  the hill formation was bound by a silver thread, reassuringly.  Lofty stone  bridges,  arched in their effort of holding the  rail,  at times  three-tiered  too, arrest the sight of a  traveller.

The dark tunnels aplenty on the ascent, bring more than an opportunity to a honeymooning couple.  Excited whistles and natural  cries rent the air when you travel.  A curious mix of chill and  warmth permeates the atmosphere.

The  journey from Kalka to Shimla is absolutely out  of  the world.  Immediately on arrival at Kalka one sheds off his inhibitions  like snake-skin.  The toy train provides  a  breath-taking view  of the Kushalya river, the moment it enters the  foothills. The  serpentine splash of mercury  keeps disappearing  and  reappearing  with each bend for some time.  Passage through the  Koti tunnel makes you hunt for a coat and the air jabs you, the moment you hit Jabli, 1240 m above sea-level.

Three  picturesque loops near Taksal, Gumman  and  Dharampur provide  photo-opportunity  to an enthusiast.  But wait, more  is to follow.  The ascent is steady.  The train huffs and puffs  its way across green meadows, capsicum fields, red-roofed chalets and half  timbered houses.  Each coach has chuckle under its  wheels. Through  aged  in  service, it does not sigh, for  it  carries  a pleasant  burden.  About seven coaches form a train, to  accommodate  about 200 passengers per trip.  The extremities of  weather do not dislodge the determination of the 700 horse power B-B type diesel  engines.   They run to the call of  duty  in  temperature ranging  from  0-45  Celsius and in snow which  averages  2  feet during  winters.  What to talk of the annual rainfall of  200-250 cm   received  by  the hills!  The average speed  of  25-30  kmph ensures that “hurry” is removed from the psyche and replaced by a naturalness of demeanour.

If  you want to taste the beauty of nature  in  exclusivity, travel  in the Rail Motor Car.  There are four of them and  three date to 1927, while the last dates to 1930.  A group of 18 can be housed  in  this vintage experience.  You will  be  surprised  to learn  that  the original White & Pope petrol engines  fitted  by Drewery Car Company Ltd., London, were replaced during the second World  War as petrol was scarce.  Americans supplied  the  diesel engines to the car, from General Motors, U.S.A.

Surprises  escape the visage as nature unrolls  its  bounty.  Gurgling  brooks flowing down mountains, passing under the  stone bridges,  present  a pleasing sight.  Clouds of  mist  decide  to tumble down and gingerly touch you, enlivening your senses.   The train  meanders through Kumarhatti, then enters the Barog  tunnel which  is  more than a kilometre long, precisely 1144  mts.  This tunnel  crosses  the Panchmunda ridge, about 900 feet  below  the road. At Barog, it is mealtime, on the morning trip.

 

Through the English firm of “Spencers” which built the restaurant at Barog is no longer there, but the English hospitality continues to live.

From  Barog  to  Kandagthat the train  runs  downhill,  past beautiful  and quaint retreats of Solan and Saloghra.  The  final climb begins at Kandaghat.  Gradually, solemn forests of  deodars and  pines  replace the meadows.  The abundant  green  fills  the soul.   At Shogi, a heartwarming view of the Chail valley  brings numerous  anecdotes associated with a Prince to the fore.  It  is said  that this Punjab Prince, pinched the bottom of  an  English class on the Shimla ridge, and was thence banished from English society at Shimla.  Undeterred, he built for himself a palace  at Chail, a nearby resort.

Past Taradevi, the railways take you under Prospect hill  to Jutogh,  winding  its way like a naughty current of  air  teasing you, tickling you, till it pauses at Summer Hill.

The  prospects of a fullsome holiday brighten up the spirits of each  traveller. Finally,  like the last birth pang it burrows under the  Inverarm Hill, to emerge and deliver a happy child at Shimla.

The  transformation of a traveller from an adult to a  child is  complete.

As little as a train journey brings out the  child in  the  man, to chuckle, laugh and indulge in  childlike  pranks around the invigorating forest paths of Shimla.

 

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Communication…lesson from the avian world ! by Sandeep Silas

Clear #communication and shared #vision is the key to #success!

#Management lesson from the avian world!

https://youtu.be/6HP8T3kaxsQ

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