કાવ્યવિશ્વ

દિવાળી તો ગઈ સહુએ એકબીજાને સુખમય જીવનની શુભેચ્છાઓ આપી દીધી પરંતુ મને એ વાતનું હમેશા કૌતુક રહ્યું છે કે સુખ આવે છે ક્યાંથી ? સુખના આગમનનું કોઈ એરપોર્ટ છે ? પાનખરના ખરેલા પાંદડાઓ વચ્ચે બેસીને હું વિચારું છું તો એવું ફિલ થાય છે કે મોટાભાગના લોકો સુખમય જીવન નથી ઈચ્છતા પણ એના સાધનો, જેવા કે ધનસંપત્તી કે પોતાની હૈસિયતને જ જીવનનું…

કાવ્યવિશ્વ 





આજે ગઝલ વિષે થોડીક વાતો આપ સહુ મિત્રો સાથે કરવાનો શુભ ઈરાદો છે. ગુજરાતી ભાષામાં આજકાલ ગઝલો ખૂબ લખાય છે એ વિષે હું વાત કરવાનો નથી પરંતુ ગઝલના સ્વરૂપ વિષે થોડી વાતો કરવી છે ગઝલના મિજાજને સમજવાની મથામણ કરવી છે સામાન્યત: ગઝલના બહિરંગમાં રદીફ-કાફિયા અને છંદ ઊડીને હૈયે વળગે છે.પણ મિર્ઝા ગાલિબ જેવા શાયરને આ બહિરંગથી અકળામણ થાય છે. ગાલિબ આ અકળામણને એક શેરમાં વ્યક્ત કરતા લખે છે: " બક્દ્ર એ શૌક નહી જર્ફ -એ-તંગના-એ-ગઝલ,…

હું પોતે ગાંધીજી પ્રેરિત બુનિયાદી શાળામાં ભણેલો વિદ્યાર્થી છું .મેં

રેટિયો પણ કાંતતા શીખ્યું છે .તકલી પણ કાંતી છે .રૂ માંથી પૂણી બનાવતા

મને આવડે છે .મને સર્વધર્મસમભાવની વિનોબાજીની પ્રાર્થના પણ મોઢે છે

શ્રમયજ્ઞ દ્વારા મોરબીની મછુ નદીની ગટર પણ સાફ કરી છે .બાગાયત કામ પણ

કર્યું છે .પરંતુ આજે…

The most notable thing about Time is that it is so purely relative. A large amount of reminiscence is, by common consent, conceded to the drowning man; and it is not past belief that one may review an entire courtship while removing one's gloves.

That is what Trysdale was doing, standing by a table in his bachelor apartments. On the table stood a singular-looking green plant in a red earthen jar. The plant was one of the species of cacti, and was provided with long, tentacular leaves…

ONE DOLLAR AND EIGHTY-SEVEN CENTS. THAT WAS ALL. AND SIXTY CENTS of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And…

Remember the time when you first heard the news that you would have to wear spectacles? The reaction ranges from incredulity to plain horror. "What?? I'll have to wear specs?? I'll look so weird! What will people think??"



A storm rages in our mind, making us obsessed with the fact…

Samar Garg lost his peace after his beloved passed away.

Navya Sharma abandoned her peace in the hands of drugs.

Vandanadoesn'twant to let go off her peace, but destiny has other plans for her.

We are all looking for peace of mind. So are they. An adventure which began at The Ashram, in Rishikesh, becomes one of the most soul crunching journeys…

Rabindranath Tagore, who died in 1941 at the age of eighty, is a towering figure in the millennium-old literature of Bengal. Anyone who becomes familiar with this large and flourishing tradition will be impressed by the power of Tagore's presence in Bangladesh and in India. His poetry as well as his novels, short stories, and essays are very widely…

કોઈ વિસરાઈ ગયેલી ભાષાની હસ્તપ્રત જેવો હું

કોઈ વિસરાઈ ગયેલી ભાષાની હસ્તપ્રત જેવો હું :

તમે મને નહીં…

Good morning friends sharing a poem by Mei Yaochen - A chinese poet born in year 1002... I just loved the simplicity, really fascinated by Chinese literature..

A Rural Home

The cock crows three times; the sky is almost light.
Someone's lined up bowls of rice, along with flasks of tea.
Anxiously, the peasants rush to start the ploughing early,
I pull aside the willow shutter and gaze at the morning stars.

The Nobel Prize in Literature 2013 was awarded to Alice Munro "master of the contemporary short story".



Alice Ann Laidlaw

10 July 1931 (age 82)

Wingham, Ontario, Canada

Language English

Nationality…

Once Day and Night got into a fight

he said you are wrong ,she said I am right

Day said I am the brightest, night said I am the quietest

Night said I am the prettiest , day said I am the busiest

You always stalk me yelled day feeling very proud

night screamed , make no judgement I can be very loud.

suddenly the day and the night decided not to fight

they found a place where both are right, its called twilight..

while parting ways, night felt it was…

A story of a dying leaf...

A leaf fell on my lap
I promise , I said it wasn't a trap !

It was yellow and looked very lonely
I murmured forever I shall be with you only

The leaf replied do not worry about me
please look up at my tree.

I looked up and saw the empty branches
it seemed leaves have left in many tranches

The leaf beseeched can you please set me free?
I would like to be buried next to my tree..

- Sanket Joshi

My shadow



My shadow always scared me, 

it always followed me...



I run aimlessly to leave him behind,

but always found him with me intertwined...



One day my shadow spoke to me

he said, I am you and you are me...



Now when I turn around and don't see him for a mile..

I know he is waiting for me , and I just…

A Raindrop ....

Some raindrops are silent, some are loud
open a raindrop, you'll find a part of cloud..

Some are humble , and some are proud
they wont tell you , but still miss that cloud..

I wont shed a tear it has vowed
it knows, soon will be with that cloud..

- Sanket Joshi

My Son Sanket Joshi' poem...



A Raindrop ....



Some raindrops are silent, some are loud

open a raindrop, you'll find a part of cloud..



Some are humble , and some are proud

they wont tell you , but still miss that cloud..



I wont shed a tear it has…

Indioscopy- Sanket Joshi

“JSK”- is the word now frequently used in India to greet someone, instead of “Hello”.

When one of my family friends Mr.K greeted me “JSK Sanket”, I replied immediately “ wassup!”... I thought it was a new, cool Indian greeting and I had to reciprocate by being equally cool. It took me 4-5 JSK greetings to really understand what JSK stood for. It simply meant “Jai Shree Krishna”.

I was amused, and little traumatised by learning that in…

Sharing few lines from my new piece of writing.. hope you like it :)



Inspiration is always within you.. 



We often look for inspiration outside to somehow change us, but the biggest role model for you is yourself. There is a difference between encouraging and inspiring. Inspiration is internal and an encouragement is external. This is quite visible in sports – spectators encourage, sportsman/woman gets inspired. 

The famous…