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Dr. Ram Sharma[B-1974] is an accomplished poet and writer both in English and Hindi in the field of literature. He has added many feathers to his cap.As a student he has been exceptionally brilliant student from class first to M.Phil He did his doctorate on ` Post-Modernist Trends in Indian Novels in English: A Study of Anita Desai ,Arun Joshi, Amitav Ghosh and Vikram Seth..He is a renowned poet, critic, reviewer and translator.His poetry is indeed of very high order which is read throughout the world.He has several research papers , articles, poems and reviews published in esteemed journals , magazines and newspapers of India and abroad including Poets International[ Bangalore], Bizz Buzz[ Mysore], Rock Pebbles[Orissa],Contemporary Vibes[ Chandigarh]Skylark[ Aligarh]Shine[Tamilnadu] Poetcrit[ Himachal Pradesh]Indian Book Chronicle [ Jaipur], The Vedic Path[ Haridwar] Metverse Muse[ Vishakhapattnam], Young Poet[ Tamilnadu]Poetry Today[Kolkata] Storm [Kolkata]Samvedna[Mangalore]Pegasus[Agra] Hyphen[ Shimla]IJPCL[Kerala], Indo-Asian Literature[New Delhi]Replica[Cuttack],Bridge-In-Making[Kolkata]Cyber Literature[Patna] Points of View[Ghaziabad],Kohinoor[Bihar],Voice of Kolkata[ Kolkata],Re-Markings[Agra] Impressions [Meerut] Expressions [Raebareli]Creative Writing and Criticism [ Sikandrabad]Vishwabharti [Maharashtra] , Besides this his works has appeared in such web journals like Muse India,Boloji.com, Literary India, Neo-poet,Academic India, IndianEnglish LiteratureForum, Impressions Online Journal,Creative Saplings .His poems are showing presence in foreign e-journals like Poems-hunter.com,Voices-net.com,Coffe-connection.com,Autumn Leaves,The Houston Literary Review,Asian-American poetry.com, PoetrySketch Book etc.He has to his credit two poetry volumes Muse[2002] and Serene Moments[2008] At present he is working as a senior lecturer in English in J.V.P.G. College, Baraut, Baghpat, U.P., India. Contact: dr.ramsharma786@gmail.com


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SILVER  LINING  AMONG  DARK CLOUDS

BY  DR. RAM  SHARMA , Senior Lecturer in English, J.V.College, Baraut, Baghpat, U.P.

I am thinking  about the aim of our lives. . Is it just earning money  , getting  degrees ,  winning awards ,  imposing recognition  or much more than that .Ramakrishna Paramhans who  was the guru of Swami Vivekananda , used to tell him a story.``  There was a great scholar of Sanskrit full of  puffed pride.One day he has to go from his village to another village .He has to cross the river .He took a boat .His pride was  compeling him to enquire others knowledge so that others may know how much knowledge he has.He boasted that he had full knowledge of  Vedas, Astrology  and Grammar.He had so much superiority complex in him that he started comparing his knowledge with the knowledge of  boatman .This was the only way he can show to others what he is. That learned scholar asked the boatman, `` Have you studied Bhagvad Gita ?``.The boatman  answered, `` I do not know how to read  so I can not read Bhagvad ?`` The scholar said disdainfully, `` The person who has not read  Bhagvad Gita ,  has  destroyed his twenty percent life.``The boatman tried to clarify  with the reason that he has no time for all these activities because he has  household works and children to look after.That scholar again asked the second question , `` You might have heard about Vedas .``The boatman answered that all the persons in his village are illiterates .How can they hear about Vedas``Then hearing  so the scholar cried, `` Its too much .You are fool .You have destroyed your forty percent life....PLEASE, DOWNLOAD COMPLETE ESSAY...

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MODERN LIFE

Modern life
full of uncertainties
who are friends
who are foes
we never able to know
fear- fear everywhere
don`t know what
is going to happen next moment
in this modern age of adulteration
we don`t know
what we breath, what we eat
if we come out of house
what will happen with us
an accident, a bomblast or murder
chaos of faiths
no peace and love
in modern life

ORCHARD OF YOUR LIFE

Hue and cry
life full of tensions and sighs
releif nowhere
life has turned into a machine
no laughter, no gossip, no shine
sleeping , awaking and running
care the tree of your life
spread the fragrance of flower
in the orchard of your life 



THE  HIMALAYA

Cool serene shelter

Shades of different tress  and birds chatter

Snow capped mountains  shine

Large  sky of spirituality

Communication of  Great  hermits and divinity

Ringing  of bells

Blowing   of conch shells

Monkeys  and scenes  wild

Fragrance of flowers , sandal trees and temperature mild

Transportation

From physical body to divine

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What  is  ` I`

Close your eyes

Ask from yourself  what  is ` I`

You will get your picture

That is not true  ` I`

Through  ` I ` you will see the universe

You are  infinite  `  I`

Realize your  true self

You are  infinite being

                ` I`  is not matter  but spirit

You   are not body  but soul


                    Naivnost u susretu sa realnošću

         Sjećanje kao preduslov istinske predanosti prostoru i vremenu. Dok proljeće vabi. Dr. Ram Sharma je pjesnik prirodnog izričaja, osebujne, ponekad naivne, dječačke mašte. Da bi već sljedećeg trenutka, svjetlosnom brzinom, teleportirajući se i vremenski i prostorno, postao mudroslovni ponuđač vaseljenskih istina. U očaju, žaleći za proteklim, a možda i nikada do kraja viđenim vremenom, ali i prostorom u kojem se bolje (da li?) rađalo, živjelo i umiralo, pjesnik vapi za ljepotom nedosanjane vizije boljega i zdravijeg društva.
      U svijetu izvrnutih vrijednosti, koji, nažalost svi živimo, bez obzira na kojem dijelu planete se nalazimo, on pokušava, ukazujući na žestinu problema, uspostaviti nadu u bolje. U dobrotu ljudskoga duha. U želju za bistrinom pretpostavljenih nadanja. U borbi protiv lažnih proroka i lažne sreće stvorene sotonskom namjerom- borbom za materijalno, umjesto kreacijom duhovnog. On jednostavno želi vjerovati da nada postoji. I još uvijek je traži, ne očekuje.


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                Naivety meets the reality

         Remembering as a precondition of genuine commitment to space and time. While wooing of the spring. Dr. Ram Sharma is a poet of the natural expression of the distinctive, sometimes naive, boyish imagination. To the very next moment, with the speed of light, beamed  also in time and spatially, became wisdom teller supplier of Ecumenical true. In despair, lamenting about the past, and perhaps never before seen, until the its end, the period of  time, but also in the space where the better (Did?) was born, lived and died, the poet cries out for the beauty of the unfulfilled vision of a better and healthier society.
      In the world of twisted values, which, unfortunately, we all live, no matter in which part of the planet are, he tries, pointing to the violence of problem, to establish the hope for the better. Into
the goodness of the human spirit. In the the desire for clarity of the proposed hopes. In the fight against false prophets and false happiness created by the satanic intent - to struggle for financially-material goods, instead of spiritual creation. He just wants to believe that there is hope. And still is looking, seeking  for it, and does not expect.

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SPRING FEVER

The nature has dressed green saree,
white, red, yellow coloured flowers,
have made its border,
the cuckoo is singing in the trees,
all these are welcoming the spring,
All are praying goddess Sarawati,
all have sung auspicious songs,
the noise of birds, the naughtiness of wind,
all have come to welcome spring,
new zeal, new weather, new environment,
we welcome you o! spring

 
CHILDHOOD MEMORIES

I still remember my childhood,
Love, affection and chide of my mother,
Weeping in a false manner,
Playing in the moonlight,
Struggles with cousins and companions,
Psuedo-chide of my father,
I still have everything with me,
But i miss,
Those childhood memories

OCTOPUS


Man has become octopus,
entangled in his own clutches,
fallen from sky to earth,
new foundation was made,
of rituals, customs and manners,
tried to come out of the clutches,
but not
waiting for doom`s day


YEARS                                            

Years,
passed,
of this century,
in the hope,
era has changed,
to see something new,
perhaps,
everything will be changed,
but what happens with thinking,
do something positive
it will take years,
to build


COMPLAIN

I am tired,
of calling,
i am finding none,
to come with me,
none is hearing me,
hearts have been locked,
windows of ears have been closed,
its my fate,
pain is my destiny,
i have no complain,
towards anyone


O! ROSE

O! rose,
you,
left thorns,
in my orchard,
i am bleeding,
my orchard has no fragrance,
still now,
many plants grew,
but weather is not favourable,
 greenery has lost,
trees are cut,
belief  no more,
system crushed,
orchard has become desert



HOPES
The faces of hopes,
have become dim,
greenery has disappeared,
like ghosts,
the shades have become mirage,
skyscrapers are creating tensions,
green color is our reliever,
we hope to save this greenery


 
LORD GANESHA

Destroyer of men`s obstacles,
beginners of every auspicious work,
lover of modakas[ sweets],
ardent obedient to his father,
having the trunk of an elephant,
a transplantation of the head of an elephant,
driver of mouse-van,
save us from all hurdles, all obstacles


ANGER


Anger,
is like,
having a  burning coal,
in his hands,
and burning himself,
it is a volcano,
destroys all the limbs,
it is an earthquake,
that shakes itself,
it is a bomb-blast,
that blasts its own body,
it is a bullet that kills himself,
drive away anger

 


USE OF

What is the use of,
hiding the miseries,
what is the use of,
smiling,
relations are very fragile,
what is the use of,
testing them,
the thirst of the earth can`t be quenched,
what is the use of,
bloodshed,


BURNING DREAM

I am burning dream,
of your eyes,
i am cold scorching ,
of the moon,
you have forgotten,
which by burning to ashes,
i am that dream,



PROGRESS

Propaganda of skills,
creating useless thrills,
destroying the image of others,
accumulating the maximum opportunity,
showing the maximum generosity,
at the cost of others,
climbing step by step on the heads of others,
naked play of money,
partition and bargaining of honey,
always for their sake,
this progress is fake,
this is retrogress

 


DARKNESS

How beautiful are eyes,
but they have no light,
how many rivers have dried,
in the heart of desert,
you can see everything,
you can recognize everything,
but why this darkness was in your fate,
the light of eyes denied,
what kind of punishment it is?
but don`t loose heart,
don`t  off the light of your insight,
don`t go away from the battlefield,
of life
do open the eyes of your mind


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PROLEĆNA GROZNICA

 Priroda je odenula zeleni sari,
Omeđen cvetnim šarenilom
Beličastih, crvenih i žutih bokora,
Skrivena među granama kukavica peva
Sve pozdravlja proleće kroz žubor pesme i intenzitet boja
Svi se mole boginji Saravati,
Svi pevaju odu proleću,
Cvrkut ptica, nestašluk vetra,

Svi pozdravljaju proleće,
Novi zivot, vreme, buđenje prirode
Dobro  nam došlo, O drago Proleće !

 
SEĆANJA NA DETINJSTVO

Još uvek pamtim detinjstvo
ljubav, milovanja i prekore
moje majke,

kako plačem da bi privukao pažnju,
kako se igram obasjan blagom mesečinom.
kako se rvem sa rođacima i drugarima,
sećam se kvazi-prekora mog oca,
sve to je u meni,
no nedostaju mi sećanja
na moje detinjstvo.

OKTOPUS

Čovek se pretvorio u oktopusa,
zapleten u sopstvene kandže,
pao je sa neba na zemlju,
i postavio novo temelje,
ritualima, običajima i manirima,
pokušao je da se izvuče iz kandži
ali bez uspeha

…čekajući na Sudnji dan.



GODINE


Godine,
ovog veka,
prohujaše u nadi,
nastupila je nova era,
za novine,
možda
će se sve promeniti,
no šta se dešava sa mislima,
delaj odlučno
za to će trebati
godine i godine
da bi se izgradila
nova misao.

 
ŽALBA


Umoran sam,
dozivajući,
niko da mi se pridruži,
niko da me čuje,
srca su zaključana,
uši zalivene,
to je moja sudbina,
bol je moj usud,
ja se ne žalim
ni na koga

 

O! RUŽO

Ti si, o ružo
posejala trnje
u mojoj bašti,
ja krvarim,
bašta je i dalje bezmirisna,
neko novo bilje raste
no vreme mu ne pogoduje,
zelenilo je usahlo,
drveće je posećeno,
vera se izgubila,
sistem se sunovratio,
u bezdan.
Vrt je postao
pustinja


NADE

Nadanja
su izbledela na licima,
zelenilo je nestalo,
kao duh,
obrisi su postali fatamorgana,
neboderi izazivaju  napetost,
zelena boja nam donosi predah,
samo nas još drži nada
u spas zelenila

 

GANESA (Indijsko božanstvo)

Ganesa uništava prepreke
Sa njim započinje sve sveto
Uživa u modakas slatkišima,
Usrdno poštuje svog oca,
Ima surlu,
i glavu slona,
Upravlja kočijama u koje su upregnuti miševi
Ganesa, spasi nas od svih prepreka.

 
LJUTNJA

 
Ljutnja
je poput
užarenog uglja
u njegovim rukama,
žari meso,
ona je kao vulkan,
pali  udove,
ona je kao zemljotres,
svaki naredni drhtaj je moćniji od prethodnog
ona je kao eksplozija,
razara telo,
ona je kao smrtonosni metak,
Odagnaj ljutnju


KORIST

Kakva je korist
od prikrivanja jada,
kakva je korist
smešiti se,
veze među ljudima su krhke,
kakva je korist
stavljati ih na probu,
zeđ za zemljom se
ne može ugasiti,
kakva je korist
od krvoprolića,

 
SAN BEZ SNA

Ja sam san bez sna,
u tvojim očima.
Ja sam santa leda,
koja se presijava na mesečini.
Ti koja si rasula pepeo
zaboravila si
Da sam ja taj san,

 
PROGRES

Propagiranje kvazi veština,
kreiranje sitničavih uzbuđenja,
uništavanje imidža drugih,
nagomilavanje što većeg broja dobra,
šepurenje maksimalnom dobrotom,
a sve na račun drugih,
idući napred korak po korak,
gazeći nemilosrdno preko njihovih glava,
borba za novac – do koske
raslojavanje i cenjkanje – do daske
i uvek je to zbog ‘onih važnih’,
ovaj progres je lažan
ovo je anti-progres.


TAMA

Kako su oči lepe
no u njima je svetlo usahlo
kolike su reke presušile
u srcu pustinje,
ti sve vidiš,
ti sve razumeš,
a kako to da je ova tama
tvoja sudbina.
Uskraćeno ti je pravo na sjaj u očima,
O Bože, kakva je to kazna ?
Ne gubi  nadu u srcu,
ne povlači se sa bojnog polja,
života
otvori vidike svoje duše




BOMB BLAST

Man is a social animal,
But where remains the social customs,
Only he has become animal,
And much more than animal,
No animal kills another,
Man is blasting all customs and rituals,
By killing innocent weaponless persons,
Man has progressed so much,
That he is controlled by remote control,
There are only blasts and blasts
And no humanity


BUT WHERE?

Now nature,
is taking revenge,
Man wants to return,
but where,
pollution everywhere,
hollowness deep bound,
decay all round,
I want to live,
with happiness
with everyone
but where?


CALL FOR THE MARTYR

Old memories,
griped the breath,
the prison of eyes,
made free the tears,
its time to call the martyr,
the flowers have blossomed,
the tears started flowing,
the tears are writing,
the story of the martyr,

CHARACTER OF MAN

Today man has become,
like snakes and monkeys,
which live with the juggler,
with love,
and start fighting,
at his slightest command


CALL FOR THE MARTYR
Old memories,
griped the breath,
the prison of eyes,
made free the tears,
its time to call the martyr,
the flowers have blossomed,
the tears started flowing,
the tears are writing,
the story of the martyr,

CLOUDS OF MEMORIES
The clouds have hovered in the sky of eyes,
by hovering these clouds of memories,
remembering old memories,
making us bliss by raining,
the hopes have become dust,
these are bringing rains of tears,
the sleep have flown away,
everywhere is lightning,
in the heart


   
RESOLVE

I haven`t taken birth,
just to live,
i have come here,
to change the world,
i want to eradicate the darkness,
i want to create humanity,
i want to stop this race of mammonism,
but how many,
will pay heed to my words,
who will recognise me,
but i am firm,
on my resolve

 
SELF

We  laugh,
not on our happiness,
but on other`s disaster,
We weep,
not on other`s grieves,
but on our grieves,
this is self


SUNSET

The sun of the country,
has set,
the black fearful night is descending,
new dawn has hidden ,
in the dark forest,
every person is wounded,
every orchard is burning,
with violence,
the gardener is destroying,
the buds,
there is display of naked swords,
everyone has become mute


 
PRECIOUS  LOVE

In the sea of feelings,
when waves of sensations are created,
tides of passions create tremour,
years begins to hear,
love buds starts to blossom,
precious love start growing,
the swan of love start floating,
both start dancing,
love enters in the lives

       
 CALL FOR  THE MARTYR

Old memories,
griped the breath,
the prison of eyes,
made free the tears,
its time to call the martyr,
the flowers have blossomed,
the tears started flowing,
the tears are writing,
the story of the martyr,


YOUR  LAUGHTER

Your laughter,
a blossoming bud,
eyes like peacock,
vivacious, sweet your laughter,
what are the feelings,
on your faces,
your laughter,
like a melodious rain,
creates sensations in the heart,
your laughter
benumbs the eyes
i pray,
you carry on laughing


PRECIOUS  MONUMENT

O! tree,
you are the precious monument,
of this universe,
nature is from you,
from you is human life,
greenery is from you,
ecological balance is from you,
all dreams of men from you,
let`s implant trees

 
LIFE-RIVER

Every moment, every time,
the life flows like a river,
one history creates at every moment,
sometimes happiness,
sometimes sadness,
the person feels everytime,
and sees golden dreams,
try new experiments,
and flows like a river

 
FEMINISM

You thought me a spark,
because! i am a woman,
only carry on lightning,
for everyone
but i am a torch,
which will burn,
the chains of  blind traditions,
the wind can extinguish spark,
but not the torch

 
WELCOME   SPRING

The spring has come,
now the  new music will descend,
on the dry sad sand,
the new buds will laugh now,
in the blue sky of the mind,
the love letter of the spring,
will be written now,
the cukoo will sing a sweet song,
the tide of the youth ,
will become uncontrolled,
the heavy winged thieves,
will steal the honey,
in the mute lyre of the mind,
will create a new song,
of humanity

   NO ONE WILL COME

No one will come,
till when you will call,
you will feel uneasiness,
you will enroll your clothes,
peep through the sky,
you will think,
He will descend,
no one will come,
you have to face yourself


  REALITY

Till this earth and sky will remain,
the lamp of love will spread light,
everyone will look for our friendship,
whether this world will remain our enemy,
everyone finds the ways to die,
we shall tell them the ways to live,
the face of the man will change,
but the mirror will remain the same


YOUR  MEMORY

Your memory,
comes like a floating cloud,
no one knows,
from where it comes,
and from where it goes
your memory comes,
like a sweet fragrance,
your memory comes,
from distant hills,
like a flowing river
and where it goes

  DREAM-CALL

Don`t  call  me in the dream,
the eyes become clouds,
and these starts pouring pearls,
don`t make me remember those days,
when heaven descends in the lap,
the moon laughed in our life,
the moonlit fragrant nights,
aches us to writhe,
a dream-call,
to move forward


KNOWLEDGE

Now the meaning of knowledge,
is different from morals,
it has one and only one aim,
benefit only,
for this modern knowledge,
human sensations, passion, compassion,
are unusual words,
they are so much expert in their words,
and knowledge,
that no one can question,
about their knowledge
 

NEW DAWN
Desires, dreams, doldrum
Slight love
One desire in the heart
Daily dies slowly slowly
Suddenly
A revolt burst in the heart
In one moment
The meaning of life began to change
A  new dawn
Began to emerge

  POLITICS

Some party is against  Hindus,
Some against Mohammdens
Some party is against Hindi
some against English
but no party is against corruption
poverty, illiteracy and terrorism
none opposes darkness
none favours humanism
everywhere is naked play
of money and liquor
how is this politics!
                   

 DISATER – DISASTER
On the threshold of 21st century
The moving time
With the speed of hurricane
I don`t have any past
Nor any future
The sun doesn`t rise
In the dark tunnel of my life
The dim eyes
Looking hopes everywhere
All the weather same
All festivals
Equal
Autumn –spring
Same
My only hope
My little son
In my lap

HELP THE POOR DRIVE AWAY POVERY


HAPPINESS


My corpse is lying
Near roadside
Weeping and moaning
Of my children
Se, I can`t explain my happiness
Was I so happy
When I was alive
I couldn`t get sufficient food, no home
No more clothes to wear
I couldn`t feed my children properly
Now I am free
No more to care
Any one

My past

you have become my shadow,
you, pulls me again and again,
but i don`t want to look behind,
time can`t choose
the weaker moments of life
from past
My past
you can`t become my present
Daughters
Sons are desired
but daughters are born,
sons are nurtured
but daughters are blossomed
sons are given Everest height
but daughters climb on it
sons keep us weeping
but duaghters weep for us
sons keep us dreaming
but daughters are the naked realities of life
sons make distance
but daughters come close to their parents
inspite of all these
we desire sons

HER BEAUTY


Her beauty
Like silken touch
Fragrance of roses
Enticing eyes have
Depth of  a lake
In soft hairs
Ink of blackness
Her glaring beauty
Make me a statue

Latest...February 16th, 2011.


RADHE-KRISHNA

From heart  to heart
From eyes to eyes
Serene love prevails
Radha is  Krishna
Krishna is  Radha
Both are one
Engulfed  in flute
Engulfed in beauty
Forgotten their duty
Merging  into  one
Radhe-Krishna


MY MOTHER--GANGA MAIYYA

O! thou provider of life
thou epitome of our culture
serene, calm and pure
engulfs every medicinal plant within it
waters our mind and fields
o thou!  takes all our sins
thou are not a river
thou are a culture, a mark of respect
oh! what we are doing now
thou are not a thing of pleasure
thou are our treasure
kept from ages
Ganga, thou are our mother


HAPPINESS

Happiness,
is state of mind,
anywhere to be find,
no concern with riches,
so my heart aches,
to spread it,
among,
the mankind


MOTHER

I remembered you, mother
I couldn`t sleep whole night
I remembered your sweet voice
I remembered your lap
All grieves come to an end
In it
I got all pleasures in your arms
The pleasures I got from you
Have disappeared
I am alone without you
Mother


COURAGE
Amidst the tempest
I am a helpless sailor
Everywhere is turmoil
Cruel waves are hovering
My pitiful voice is not heard
I have to come out from this agony
I have to save myself
I have to cross this limitless sea


FOR OTHERS

Several questions are before me
I thought grieves of others as mine
I always occupied myself in it
But I faced betrayal everytime
I divided my happiness in others
Bad time I passed myself
My life like a burning lamp
Lighting the others by burning self


POEM
Poem, hammer and stone
Poem, axe and carpenter
Poem, plough and farmer
It speaks from distant afar
It stirs the sinews of heart
Poem, imagination of the mind



MAMMONISTIC RACE

In this era of mammonistic race
I can`t participate in this race
I want to walk with ease
Without pace
People force to run
Otherwise I shall left behind
I think who is ahead
Who is behind
We have to give up
All behind and go



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