Sunday, 15 July 2018


                                                                                   

 

CHUPPI DI SARAPI KAND

Zindagi ik chuppi di kand teek lai aayee

eh jo si sarapi hoyi, dukhaan di jayee.

Main udaas chanani di chaadar lapet, sochaan

diyan lehraan te lamba pai, guzarde waqt di ret

te neend diyan thapkiyan naal saun gaya,

te naal sutta meri chuppi da parchavaan.

 

Us ton sikhiya ki chup poori tarah chup nahin

chuppi sahakdi, chuppi rondi, chuppi gaundi hai

te chupp di ik apni zubaan vee hai

jo mainu kandiyale thalaan ne sikhayi

ke chuppi da bhaara taaj sarapia nahi

 mahima te salahan jog hai.

 

Jad sab ne vichoda de ditta, ik goonge pul

rahin chuppi mere andar samaa gayi

te chintan de unbole bole samjha gayi

jo duniya di koyi boli na sikha saki

naa duniyan da besurapan daba sake

bin shabdaan bolna sikha gayi.
 
चुप्पी दी सरापी कंद 
 
ज़िन्दगी इक चुप्पी दी कंद तीक लै आई 
ऍह जो सी सरापी होई, दुखां दी जाई  
मैं चांदनी दी उदास चादर लपेट सोचां दीयां लेहरां
ते लमे पै, गुज़रदे वक़्त दी रेत ,
ते नींद दीयां थपकियां नाल सौं गया
 ते नाल सुत्ता मेरी चुप्पी दा परछावां 
 
उस तों सिखिया कि चुप्पी पूरी तरह चुप नहीं 
चुप्पी सहकदी , चुप्पी रोंदी , चुप्पी गौंदी 
ते चुप्पी दी आपनी इक ज़ुबान वी है 
जो मैनु कंडियाले थलां ने सिखाई 
कि चुप्पी दा भारा ताज सरापन नहीं 
महिमा ते सलाहन जोग है 
 
जद सबना ने विछोड़ा दे दित्ता, इक गूंगे पुल
राहीं चुप्पी मेरे अंदर समां गई, ते चिंतन दे
अनबोले बोल मेरे ज़हन च बिठा गई 
जो दुनिया दी कोई बोली ना सिखा सके  
ना दुनिया दा कोलाहल दबा सके  
बिन बोलियां बोलना सिखा गई 
कॉपीराइट @डॉ. सुनील कौशल  
 
 
ਚੁੱਪੀ ਦੀ ਸਰਾਪੀ ਕੰਦ

 

ਜਿੰਦਗੀ ਇਕ ਚੁੱਪੀ ਦੀ ਕੰਦ ਤੀਕ ਲੈ ਆਈ

ਜੋ ਸੀ ਸਰਾਪੀ ਹੋਈ ਦੁੱਖਾਂ ਦੀ ਜਾਈ ਹੋਈ

ਮੈਂ ਚਾਂਦਨੀ ਦੀ ਓਦਾਸ ਚਾਦਰ ਲਪੇਟ ਸੋਚਾਂ ਦਿਆਂ ਲੇਹਰਾਂ

ਤੇ ਲੰਮੇ ਪੈ ਗੁਜ਼ਰਦੇ ਵਕਤ ਦੀ ਰੇਤ ਤੇ

ਨੀਂਦ ਦੀਆਂ ਥਪਕਿਆਂ ਨਾਲ ਸੌਂ ਗਈ

ਤੇ ਨਾਲ ਸੁੱਤਾ ਮੇਰਾ ਪਰਛਾਵਾਂ

ਤੋਂ ਸਿੱਖਿਆ ਕੇ ਚੁੱਪੀ ਪੁਰੀ ਤਰਾਂ ਚੁੱਪ ਨਹੀਂ

ਚੁੱਪੀ ਸਿਹਕਦੀ ਚੁਪੀ ਰੋਂਦੀ ਚੁੱਪੀ ਗੋਂਦੀ

ਤੇ ਚੁੱਪੀ ਦੀ ਅਪਨੀ ਇਕ ਜੁਬਾਨ ਵੀ ਹੈ

ਜੋ ਮੈਨੂੰ ਕੰਡਿਆਲੇ ਥਲਾਂ ਨੇ ਸਿਖਾਈ

ਕੇ ਚੁੱਪੀ ਦਾ ਭਾਰਾ ਤਾਜ ਸਰਾਪਨ ਨਹੀਂ

ਮਹਿਮਾ ਤੇ ਸਲਾਹਨ ਜੋਗ ਹੈ

 

ਜਦ ਸਭਨੇ ਵਿਛੋੜਾ ਦੇ ਦਿਤਾ ਇਕ ਗੁੰਗੇ ਪੁਲ ਰਾਹੀਂ

ਚੁੱਪੀ ਮੇਰੇ ਅੰਦਰ ਸਮਾ ਗਈ ਤੇ ਚਿੰਤਨ ਦੇ

ਅਨਬੋਲੇ ਬੋਲ ਜਹਨ ਬਿਠਾ ਗਈ

ਜੋ ਦੁਨਿਆ ਦੀ ਕੋਈ ਬੋਲੀ ਸਿਖਾ ਸਕੇ

ਦੁਨਿਆ ਦਾ ਕੋਲਾਹਲ ਦਬਾ ਸਕੇ

ਬਿਨ ਬੋਲਿਆਂ ਬੋਲਣਾ ਸਿਖਾ ਗਈ

ਕੌਪੀਰਾਇਟਡਾਸੁਨੀਲਕੌਸ਼ਲ18/08/2018

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Monday, 4 June 2018


                                                             RECALL


                                                
                            ADDRESSING A WORTHY AUDIENCE  OF ROTARIANS  
                                                                  (1982)                    

 Just found a handful of pictures (out of hundreds that got lost or misplaced during my gypsy travels all over the globe), to remind me of days when I was younger and so enthusiastic about doing something to change circumstances for women, children,  for world peace, against terrorism and many other such social issues.

 
 A MEETING WITH PRIME MINISTER, SHRI RAJEEV GANDHI, ALONG WITH A DELEGATION FOR PEACE IN PUNJAB AS VICE PRESIDENT , NATIONAL THINKERS FORUM, INDIA .
 Seen in these pictures are some lifelong friends and companions who walked beside me, supporting and encouraging always. Interestingly, many of my interactions were with politicians although I don’t understand the ‘p’ of politics ! However, that did not deter me from pushing my point. The results just happened !                                             

 
                                 HOLDING A PRESS CONFERENCE AS VICE PRESIDENT-
      NATIONAL THINKERS FORUM ALONG WITH PRESIDENT   Late Mr. D. P. SEHGAL-
my most respected guide, mentor and support. The gentleman revered and loved by all whose lives he touched, someone who epitomized dignity and universality. Sorely missed by all of us.

I am quite satisfied at this stage of my life, that I gave my best to my family, my country, my patients, friends and society in general. Although I am not as active now, I still like to write about these issues along with the solutions which I have been able to explore and apply in my own personal life. Through press conferences, meetings with the highest in power and as president and chairperson of various organizations I was able to make some significant changes for women and children.                                           

             APPRISING THE THEN CHIEF MINISTER OF PUNJAB- S. DARBARA SINGH
                                       about the rampant cases of dowry deaths.
   Seen in the picture are MRS. KUMUD SEHGAL (beside me) w/o MR. D. P. SEHGAL
(standing beside the Chief Minister).
My children always accompanied me for them to imbibe correct values from childhood. My elder son , Vishal is seen here as a small boy of six.                                          

             WITH THE PRESIDENT, LION'S CLUB INTERNATIONAL AT SRINAGAR-1982
AFTER RECEIVING THE BEST LIONESS PRESIDENT ASIA  AWARD for work done for the upliftment of women and children.
 
                          

 PRESENTING A MEMORANDUM TO THE THEN GOVERNOR OF PUNJAB, SHRI CHENNA REDDY  as Lioness President, Jalandhar, during a mass marriage ceremony of almost 200 poor boys and girls by Lioness Club, Jalandhar.                                    

                      WELCOMING MINISTER BALRAM JHAKAR TO A MEETING Of        PROGRESSIVE THINKERS FORUM.

                                                                                 
 
ADDRESSING A GATHERING IN SLUM AREAS DURING A FAMILY PLANNING MOTIVATIONAL CAMP BY Lioness club and Hospital Welfare committee , Jalandhar(Punjab).
Under this scheme I booked and conducted more than 150 free antenatal check ups for 9 months and later free deliveries for poor women, along with free medicines, in my own nursing home. This scheme ran for almost a year.
 Through these few pictures I wish to convey to the younger generation that although I was a busy practitioner I made time to fulfill my duties as a responsible citizen. When I hear this catch phrase on everybody’s lips today- ‘There’s no time’- I want to ask them how they make time for hours on smart phones, gossiping, visiting malls, taking holidays abroad, eating out every other day, movies , etc. It only reflects their priorities and choices. Today’s Indian demands many just and unjust rights, conveniently forgetting duties. One has to deposit in a bank to be able to withdraw.
My contribution to society as a spokesperson for the underdog has been a soul satisfying journey and I feel every minute I spent was so was fruitful and useful. It has enriched my life in every way.

Saturday, 2 June 2018



                     GRAND FINALE OF THE 12 WEEK POETRY COMPETITION

                                                                           BY

                                          ON FIRE CULTURAL MOVEMENT
                                                                                 

  
CONGRATULATIONS to my dear FRIENDS who helped my poem win this competition by listening and sharing it so widely !

MY HEARTFELT GRATITUDE **********THIS IS YOUR POEM AND YOUR WIN !!!

I will be happy if you still keep spreading this message as this mission does not stop with this competition.

Congratulations to all my fellow poets. I feel honoured to be one amongst such honored poets.
My heartiest congrats to some excellent poets who although not in this list are outstanding poets of great calibre.


Thank you team On Fire Cultural Movement for this great experience and honour.
 
      
                          
 May 31 at 9:30pm ·

Drumrollllllll! The results of the Grand Finale of the 12 Week Poetry Challenge is here!!!

The 12 Weekly Challenge was a riot of Poems, but the Grand Finale was... even better! We are so happy and thrilled at the enthusiasm and commitment of the poets that instead of Top 2, we have decided the Top 5 winners and their poems will be featured in Aatish 2, our upcoming Anthology of Poems.

So put your hands, pens and keyboards together for......
1. Aparna Upadhyaya Sanyal
2. Imran Yousuf
3. Sunil Kaushal
4. Santosh Bakaya
5. Sunita Paul

Congratulations and we can't be happier than your wonderful poems will be in Aatish-2


THE POEM- IS SILENCE A SIN......?

In a poetry competition by On Fire Cultural Movement, I was one of the winners and my  poem’s theme was –PROTEST.


(As I was writing this poem, there were thousands and thousands of farmers going towards Mumbai to seek redressal of their grievances. Writing a poem on Protest, I couldn’t help but make them a part of it.)

 MY WINNING POEM:

 

IS SILENCE A SIN ….?

 

Isn’t silence a sin, a slur on decadent mankind

gasping in the throes of  its own putrescence

while the quagmire called life, sucks out the last breaths,

from lungs choking on the slime of depravity?

 

Before all voice are silenced forever, those who still can – speak,

speak man speak, speak and shriek for those who cannot, 

lisping children before their innocence is bitten into by pedophiles,

girls sold into brothels, child brides deader than dead,

women, choking on the spittle of humiliations

when marital vows already dishonored, bind them still,

the weak, the trampled, the oppressed, the condemned,

victims of lawlessness, injustice, ignorance and lust

their silenced souls burnt into dust.

Speak on their behalf or else you a coward and your silence a sin !

 

The fields trudge interminably with blistered, bleeding feet,

to meet  Mumbai, a wall - deaf, blind and dumb, 

all sensibilities, all senses frozen numb

turned away with a beggar’s bowl  filled with platitudes,

some limp back, to again fill millions of stomachs

while some feet walk towards the heavens.

 

In the garden of silence

who plucked the colors from butterfly wings?

Who stole the flower’s fragrance from the winds

Who filled the oasis wells with waters of venom?

spewing noxious fumes of racism, sexism and religion,

bartered cool moonlight for scorching hatred

singeing throats, silencing humming bees and bird songs?

Can you and I not plant a song in this silence again?

 

Blood thirsty warlords, playing with bombs and guns

killing babes at the breast, raping mothers to be,

scientists mutating animals, vegetation, drugs into disease,

men into machines, narcotic kingpins, Swiss banks shielding rogues,

hark ! hark ! for what goes out, comes back full circle,

one day, these fireworks and crackers you tinker with

shall set ablaze your backyard too, searing your tongues,

forcing you to break your vow of sinful silence.

 

Governments, law makers, moralistic preachers and zealots

peel off those masks of oxygen, reserved for the privileged corrupt

and breathe, breathe the contamination of scams created by you,

let the common man celebrate your worthy demise !

 

Unlike the press, before you gag and throttle me, I shall raise my voice,

for causes and rights worth saving, to right the wrongs of many.

 for I cannot turn my face, just shut up and keep living my life,

it shall not make me any greater or happier

I voice a loud disapproval of existing ills,

criticize oppression and condemn corruption

before my protest dies on my lips

and my silence add to my sins.

Copyright@ Dr. Sunil Kaushal

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 




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