“Learning and listening to dhrupad music can be challenging for those who have studied specific form of music, and heard a lots of differnt forms of music, as the mind may grasp facts without real musical experience, but the technique of the voice remains elusive. For those who have not learned music and are unfamiliar with its facts but have been nurtured in a refined regional environment, listening to and learning music is much easier.”
माँ – सबका आदर्श
At the age of 35, life took a turn, defining a new role as a father. With age, friendships shifted, younger connections fading as older bonds strengthened. The journey of aging brought a profound realization. Memories of childhood, learning alongside the stove where meals were cooked, studying in the dim light of kerosene lamps, marked the early days.
Every mother is unique, each holding stories untold. Today, the essence of motherhood seems lost in societal shifts. Remembering moments of struggle and perseverance, these stories of resilience must be shared, especially in a world where young mothers often feel lost in insecurities.
The upbringing shaped by a mother’s grit became a foundation for navigating life’s challenges. Witnessing her dedication despite hardships, the essence of her character remained unbroken. As in our culture, where the soil and the plants grow intertwined, she nurtured us with unwavering love.
Observing today’s mothers, the speaker laments the societal pressures overshadowing the essence of motherhood. The emphasis on empowering women is commendable, yet it’s crucial to recognize the innate responsibility a mother carries in shaping her children’s lives, a divine duty bestowed upon her by nature.
As society champions women’s empowerment, it’s equally vital to revere and uphold the role of mothers, acknowledging their irreplaceable significance in sculpting the future generation.
खाली कुर्सी
खाली कुर्सी
जिसको मैंने अपनाया है,
जीवित रहते हुए मृत बन
उसके नीचे स्वयं को दफनाया है…
खाली कुर्सी
जिसको मैंने अपनाया है….
ख्वाबों की नगरी में
इसी कुर्सी को
माया के रंगों से सजाया है….
खाली कुर्सी
जिसको मैंने अपनाया है…..
कितने उसपर बैठे
फिर भी खुदको खाली पाया है…।।
खाली कुर्सी…..

Untitled
“I”(Ego) is born in the garb of death
By Mukund dev
“I” have taken birth wearing the garb of death,
and from birth “I” have been delusional,
No one is sitting here holding me
I (Ego) just an entity with others.
“I”(Ego) In the garb of death…
Feelings are not for anyone
“I” is a disputed doer,
“I” have never been separated from “I”,
even though I am stigmatized,
“I” is happy.
“I”(Ego) In the garb of death….
A person seems more expensive than a commodity
and a person is blind to the power of his personality of “I”,
“I” have never understood my own point of view,
“I” is a shape of the culture of others.
“I”(Ego) In the garb of death….
Seeing the pain of death, the “I” ignores it
Only the “I” is a deterrent to the awakening of insight,
This life of mine will die then “I” will be born with the “I” being.
“I”(Ego) In the garb of death….



