A STORY OF TRUE LOVE :(

Well this is a poem by me on one of the worst and one of the best feeling of the world that atleast once comes to each and every person.Yes am talking about love.But here my poem is not exactly upon love.it is about that pain,it is about that patience a person can have,It is about something about that inner feeling that makes you feel something.


I have mentioned about how a person waits for his beloved ...
How a person just crave for his beloved?
How does he feels for her?


But result is she has no feelings..He tries but that day does not come when she also could have some feelings.And when finally she comes to tell him then she was too late.


Thus the poem is too much about separation ,love and dedication of a person to his beloved.


Have you ever heard a story of this kind?


Once there was a girl,she used to wear a burkha.She was as beautiful as morning sunshine.Her eyes were like deep lake .As she used to wear only burkha so her eyes were only visible.Once a person started loving her just by seeing the priceless.heavnly beauty of her black eyes.The boy used to propose her daily when she used to get out in the market.


One fine day the boy told her that if she would not accept his proposal then he would give his life on 3rd day in center of the market.


1day passed -girl thought he is good.
2day passed -girl felt her love and thought would go on 3rd day.
The boy waited for her 2 days and 3rd day came
3rd day-the girl ran in the market to accept his love but there was pin drop silence.
The girl saw the boy lying in the center of the market with clothes wrapped around him.
The girl shouted at top of her voice.There was pain in her voice,she ran towards the boy ,she tried to hold him,she tried to kiss him,she said"NO DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE PLEASE YOU CANT DIE.......I LOVE YOU "was what she said..and she started wailing.It felt as if sun was going to shine on a sunny morning and all of a sudden clouds of darkness, pain and tears surrounded it.
The boy had waited for her but she never came and so he gave  his life by tearing his heart....

              "Waiting for you"

Someday I would leave this world,
Someday I would lay under the earth,
Someday  I would not be alive any more,
Someday I would have to close the door,
someday I would have to end the show


But before that,
I want you to see me,feel me,
pray for me,crave for me,live for me,




and one day would see you calling me.
That day you would be craving for me,
that day you would be praying for me,
that day you would be calling for me,
that day you would come near to me.


The same face that I wanted with me,
to feel me,pray for me,crave for me,live for me


And I would be laughing at me.
heart would be pumping high,
smiles would be smiling shy,
As you would come near by.


My ears would try to listen to you,
My hands would try to move towards you,
My eyes would try to stare at you,
My lips would try to make a move.


But see god's move....
That day was same someday
I was lying on a stack of woods,
whole life had come to an end..
whole life had come to an end.................
just waiting for you,thinking for you,living for you,craving for you


The moment I ever wanted had come,
But had to watch it as none,
My soul would still be glad...
As i lived my life after my death/////////


just waiting for you....................




ASPIRING FINDER

PARTH SANGHANI

LIFE :-IN THE POINT OF VIEW OF AN ARTIST

Well am back after a month to write,was so much busy with college that did not got a chance to blog in last week.Exams,Exams,Exams......this exams make you sick.Guys exams are just stress to the mind .Well still finally from somewhere I got time to write this post.From past 2 months I have been going great ,just writing poems after poems and have written so many of them.

Its been a huge uphill task to search a topic to write a poem on.But when you have a heart from inside then its no big deal.LOVE,HATRED,ANXIETY,PAIN...are the reason for your artistic work.I never search time to write poems because its the environment which make some extraordinary thing out of nowhere..

"AN ARTIST IS MADE WITH EMOTIONS"

"टूटे हुवे दिलसे ही संगीत निकलता हैं "-A wonderful dialogue from movie ROCKSTAR.

An artist is never made,It is just that inner feelings or that emotions or that passion or that anger or that love or  that anxiety inside which makes an ORDINARY MAN TO EXTRA ORDINARY

For me I had always thought that life is some thing more then what you think..

"The more you try to understand LIFE  the more complicated you make it",   

   ક્યારેક હસવું આવે છે આ જીવન ઉપર 

જીવનના સફર માં તમને અજબ ગજબના માનવી મળશે કોઈન હસાવશે તો કોઈન રડાવશે તો કોઈન સુસવાટા વાતા પવનની વેગે આવશે તો કોઈન સ્થિર નીરના પાણી ની જેમ રેહશે,

Sometimes you will hate life,
while sometimes you will cherrish it,
sometimes you will cry high,
or sometimes you will laugh loud,

"LIFE IS ALL ABOUT THOSE SMALL THINGS"

An artist is the one who tries to live the life, feel the life and thrive for the life,સાચો કલાકાર દરેક વ્યવસ્થામાં દરેક અનુકળતામાં જીવનને સમજવાની કોશિશ કરે.જીવન એ મને રૂપિયાના સિક્કા જેવું   લાગે,જયારે એકલું  હોઈ  ત્યારે  નીચે પડે તોજ ખખડે. આમ  પણ આપણે આવ્યા હતા એકલા અને જશું પણ એકલા. એકલતાની તેહઝીબ જેટલી જલ્દી તમે અપનાવો એ તમારી માટેજ અનુકુળ છે.જીવનમાં તમે ૧ સિક્કા ની જેમ રહેસો તો જ તમારો અવાજ  સંભળાશે  બાકીતો આ દુનિયામાં કેટલાક  સિક્કાઓની ખન-ખન આવી ને સ્તબ્ધ થઇ ગઈ છે . ૨ સિક્કા સાથે અવાજ કરે તો અવાજ સંભાળશે જરૂર થી પણ એમાં કયો અવાજ કોનો એ ખબર નહીં પડે ભાઈ.અને ૨ સિક્કા સાથે  ખન ખન કરે એમાં એનું મૂલ્ય ના આંકી શકો પછી એ ૧૦રૂપિયાનો છે કે રૂપિયા નો..

તમારી ઝીંદગી માં ક્યારે આઘાત લાગે અને ક્યારે ઘાટ આવે એ કોઈ ને પણ નથી ખબર. ક્યારે કોણ પીઠ પર હમલો કરે ને ક્યારે કોઈન મુખ પર વાર કરે. ક્યારે કોઈન  મનોમંથન માં મૂકી દે અને ક્યારે કોઈન સ્મિથ ફેલાવી દે

"જીવનમાં ડગલે ને પગલે ધ્યાન રાખજો કોણ જાને કયું ડગલું ક્યાં લઇ જી??"

એટલેજ મને હસવું આવે છે આ જીવન ઉપર..........




ક્યારેક હસવું  આવે  છે  મને  આ જીવન  ઉપર ,


ક્યારેક  વસમું  લાગે  છે  મને  આ  જીવન  સફર ,

ક્યારેક  લાગે  છે  આ  પાણીમાં  જાણે  છબ  છબીયા  કરતુ ,

તો  ક્યારેક  લાગે  કોઈ  વિશાળ  સમુંદર મને  અંદર  ગળતું,

ક્યારેક  રડવું  આવે  છે  મને  આ  જીવન  ઉપર,

તો  ક્યારેક  અઘરું  લાગે  છે  મને  આ  જીવન  સફર ,

ક્યારેક  લાગતું  એ  હવામાં  ઉડતા   પરપોટા  જાણે  પાણીના ,

તો  ક્યારેક  લાગતું  એ  આંસુ  જાણે  કોઈન  નારીના ,

કોઈ  વિશ્વાસ  હણી  લે  છે  આ  જીવન  ઉપર ,

તો  કોઈ  તરછોડી  દે  છે  આ  જીવન  સફર ,

કોઈ  મોતના  કફનમાં  આંસુ  સરે  છે ,

તો  કોઈન  આંસુના  કફનમાં  મોતને  પોકારે  છે ,

કોઈ   નશામાં  હશે  છે  જીવન  ઉપર ,

તો  કોઈ  ત્યાગમાં  કોસે  છે  આ  જીવન  સફર ,

કોઈ  મદિરાને  પ્રેમ  કરતો  ભજન  ગાઈ  છે ,

તો  કોઈ  ઈશ્વરનું  કથાન  કરતો  માસ  ખાઈ  છે ,

કોઈ  પાછળથી   કાયર  ઘા કરે  છે  જીવન  ઉપર 

,

તો  કોઈ  શબ્દોના  રમઝટ  થી  ખાંડી  નાખે  છે  જીવન  સફર ,

એકલતાની  તેહઝીબ  અપનાવી  લેજે   ભાઈ  ,

બાકી  આ  દુનિયામાં  બધા   સ્વાર્થ  સારે  છે

એટલેજ  કોણ  જાણે  પ્રભુ  કદાચ  તારો  પાર્થ  પણ  હારે  છે …

પાર્થ  સંઘાણી  

ASPIRING FINDER 

PARTH SANGHANI

  

                                                   મન 

મન:-વિચારો નો દરિયો અને ઈચ્છાઓ નો શિખર  


BEFORE MOVING AHEAD GUYS LAST TWO MONTHS HAD WRITTEN MANY POEMS BUT THIS ONE IS ONE OF MY FAVOURITE WHICH I JUST WROTE TODAY MY POEM NO ૪૨:)
                                                    Its been long back ,I had updated my blog.Well am hardly getting any time to update it.daily college,and commuting to college from home and that takes 3 hours so finally no time for blog stuff.Just now on a mass bunk lolz.....we love bunking our colleges without any reasons.Nopes but this time it was having a reason NAVRATRI FESTIVAL going on બોલો અંબે માતા કી જય:) .

                                                 Today I was just sitting idoly in my room after coming from movie.I had gone for movie Force with my sisters and mom.And I was just feeling low, dont know why...movie was good must watch but my heart cried for something else .I had to find out what?

WHAT WAS MAKING ME SARCASTIC?

WHAT WAS MAKING ME FEEL LIKE CRYING?

WHAT WAS THE REASON THAT I FELT LIKE AM CAGED..?

                                                 

WAS feeling like caged among the jail of feelings . . . . . 

Missing friends , meeting 

new ones ,no way out , being sarcastic ,wear a mask , 

have a go , broken dreams 

and you feel like . . . . 

A golden bird whose wings are broken . . .:-(

   

yes....and the reason

 was મન 

હવે તમે કહેશો કે આ તો કંઇ જવાબ થયો?

મન?

આ વળી aspiring finder પાગલ થઇ ગયો છે?

ના રે ના આ મન છે ને એ  હેરાન કરે છે લોકો ને સૌ કોઈને આ પૃથ્વી પર ના દરેક માનવીને

તમે ક્યારેક કોઈને બહાર આવાનું કેહ્સો તો જવાબ શું હશે?

જોઉં મન થાઇ  તો..આવું , મન થશે તો વાંચીશ, mummy  આજે પાણી પૂરી ખાવાનું મન થાઇ છે ...

આપણે દરેક કામ મન ને પૂછીને  કરીએ છે .મન થશે તો, મન નથી ,વગેરે વગેરે,..પણ આ મન ખુબજ ખરાબ આદત છે .હું એને આદાતજ કહીશ કારણકે આપણે દરેક વસ્તુ ને આપણા મન ને પૂછી નેજ કરીએ છે.આ મન એ માનસ ને હરાવે છે,રડાવે છે ,હસાવે છે, ફરાવે છે,પોકારે છે,મનાવે છે,અને ઊંડા ઘા પણ કરે છે.મન ને સંભાળવું પણ સહેલું નથી અને ત્યજવું પણ સહેલું નથી.મન ખુબ ચંચળ છે અને એની ચંચળતાને સાચવવી એ હિન્દી picture માં bradd પિત્ત ને  હિન્દી શીખવાડવા જેટલું અઘરું છે .

કેહવાય છે કે "મન હોઈ તો માળવે જવાય "....૧ક ગીત પણ છે " છું કર મેરે મન કો કિયા તુને ક્યાં ઈશારા "...પણ આજ મન આપણે જીવન ને જીવતા શીખવાડે છે અને આજ મન ક્યારેક આપણને હરાવે પણ છે .

"""   મન જેટલું આપણું છે એટલુજ પારકું છે "

મનને આનંદ તો થાય છે ખુશી પણ થાય છે  પણ એજ મનને લોભ પણ થાય છે અને શોક પણ લાગે છે અને આશ્રુંના સ્ત્રોત માં પણ મન નોજ હાથ હોઈ છે જયારે હસતા સ્મિથ માં પણ મન નોજ હાથ હોઈ છે,મન પ્રેમ કરતા સીખ્વાડે છે અને પછી નફરત કરતા પણ મનજ શીખવાડે છે ....

SO DO WHAT YOU FEEL,WHAT YOUR HEART SAYS જે મન માં હોઈ તે કરો 

મન બેધારી તલવાર છે......................મન .............મન ..............મન.........


હારેલા કાળજે રુદન કરતુ આ મન,

જીતેલા દિલ પર કબજો કરતુ આ મન,

હસતા ચહેરે સ્મીથ ફેલાવતું આ મન,

નિરાશ આખે અશ્રુ નો સ્ત્રોત લાવતું આ મન.

ઉઘાડા ઘા ને પમ્પડતું આ મન,

હૃદયની લાગણીને હણતું આ મન.

અંદરને અંદર કોઈ દર્દ છુંપાવતું આ મન,

દરેક પલ ઘન ઘન કરતુ મારતું આ મન,

નશામાં આવીને નાચતું આ મન,

કંઠ ને ખોખારો  ખાઈ ને મનાવતું આ મન.

એકલતાથી તણાયેલા જળ જેવું છે આ મન,

પોતાની વાત મનાવીને  હસતું ફરે છે આ મન.

મોતને હમ્ફાળતું ડરી ડરીને જીવાડતું આ મન,

મોતને પોકારીને જીવવાની ઘેલછા ધરાવતું આ મન.

શીત  પાણી પરની ઠંડી લહેર જેવું લાગે છે આ મન,

અગ્નિના ગોળામાં ભભકતી આગ જેવું છે આ મન,

કમાનમાં થી છુટેલા તીર જેવું છે આ મન,

મસ્જિદ માં દુઆ કરતા પીર જેવું છે આ મન.

ઉત્સાહમાં રડવાનું બહાનું સોધ્તું ફરે છે આ મન,

ડૂબતા માણસ ને પાછુ તરતા સીખ્વાડે છે આ મન,

સ્મશાનમાં યમ ને જોતું આ મન,

યમને જોતાજ રામ નામ પોકારતું આ મન.

અજબ ગજબ નું છે આ મન, 

રાજા ને રંક અને રંક ને રાજા બનાવતું આ મન,

કહે છે પાર્થ છે બહુ  નિરાળું આ મન,

પલ પલ રુખ બદલે છે આ મન.

parth sanghani

A$PIRING FINDER:)

                                        GODS MESSENGER

                  A dedication to my all dear friends."always trust your friend because when your friend breaks your trust then there friend becomes fry end and hence fri end.........so end of your happiness"...

The day I opened my eyes,

came to know very soon the time flies.

Almighty came to say me a thing

which was not said every being

The time was that when I was alone,

Except my family there was no one,

and I was all of a sudden,

with thousands of burden.

Standing below the scorching sun,

waiting for some beautiful colours of fun,

Seeing me in this condition,

God promised for a wonderful creation.

And soon was the birth of some magicians,

I smiled at them with appreciation.

god showed me their all qualities,

and they appreciated my abilities.

They gave me the much needed stability,

They made my life full of creativity.

They fought for me

They fought with me.

They lived like my family,

And promised to live like that till last destiny.

They turned the scorching sun to shining stars,

They converted the desert land to flushing meadows.

They moved like flowing stream,

They are always like icing on cream.

They are the mountains on top

They are my all time hope.

They were and are gods best messengers.

They are my dear friends......:)

Aspiring finder


parth sanghani

                  FRIENDS FOREVER:)

    WELL WELL WELL....................ASPIRING FINDER is back after a long time .From last 1 month I hardly got any time to come online and write anything.but whats great is ....I am back...........and am back at the time of friendship day.:)

  Well I still remember my life . I always used to make friends quickly...On the very first day of my school life i made many friends.During those innocent days friendship was about hitting,playing,eating chocolates etc.:)Then came those days of std 5th and 6th ...The term friendship transformed into moving on cycles with each other,doing homeworks,etc

 Ahh then came those days when friendship started getting a broader meaning from std 9th and 10th..bunking classes ,going for movies,playing cricket,playing football and it all started from those days.Then finally 11th and 12th standard and friendship became more like a confidential thing including your personal talks,your murmuring to your friend about your crush,friends saving you from your parents,etc.and now in college its same thing again outing with friends ,bike races,and dont know many other things.

"Whatever age of you are ...there is no age of friendship:)"

Yea SO DO YOU THINK FRIENDSHIP IS A MODERN DAY AFFAIR?

DO YOU THINK THAT WE CAN DEFINE FRIENDSHIP IN 1DAY?

DO YOU THINK FRIENDSHIP NEEDS A DAY TO EXPLAIN ITS IMPORTANCE??

LOLZ IF YES ..........................then I am sorry you have never understood friendship...

Ok WHO WERE KRISHNA AND SUDAMA?

 According to hindu mythology  lord krishna had a childhood friend called sudama and when they grew up lord krishna became king and sudama remained poor.When on a fine day sudama came to meet him then Krishna ran like never towards him hugged him right at the gates of the palace....without taaking any proud about his richness.

He never saw any difference in him and his friend who was extremely poor...So why should we??

 But today in this 21st century friendship has some times become a matter of succes,people choose their friend according to his needs.Children in school are taught "son don't do friendship with that guy,he is a dumb"...Thats not the real way.

Friends are those whom you can help any time.Real friends are united with hearts and not with money..

 A famous song which I remember on this occasion is "YE DOSTI HUM NAHIN TODENGE..................."The sacrifice of jay in order to save his friend veeru in the film sholay.Real friendship can be seen in the films like 3 IDIOTS where aamir khan saws his friends the real path of life and then in latter half his friends sharman joshi and madhavan goes in all the ways to find him..This is friendship.

 यारों दोस्ती बड़ी ही हस्सें हैं,

ये ना हो तो क्यां फिर बोलो ये ज़िन्दगी हैं,

FOLLOWING ARE MY FRIENDS FROM MY SCHOOL LIFE .FOR WHOM I WILL SAY:-

WHERE HAVE THOSE DAYS GONE?

WHERE HAVE THESE PEOPLE GONE?

I THOUGHT THEY WERE WITH ME

BUT OH GOD LISTEN TO MY PLEA..

PLEASE RETURN ME THAT GROUP AND THAT SMILING 

FACE OF ME

GOD SAID SON HOW COULD I RETURN U THOSE 

DAYS?

I CANT LET YOU ENJOY THE HEAVEN WHICH YOU 

1NCE HAD ONCE AGAIN..................

                                    AND

FIRST OF ALL THIS IS A TRIBUTE TO MY ONE OF MY VERY BEST FRIEND WHO IS NO MORE IN THIS WORLD...NIRMIT....WE MISS YOU......TRULY MISS YOU......;( AND THEN ALL MY REST FRIENDS ANISH,AMEYA,ROHAN BHUSKUTE,PARTH MODI,LAUVE,KRUTI,RUMIT DOSHI,YASH,TOSHA,URJA,ANANYA,PARTH PATEL,MARMIK,SHAIL,TRUSHANK,NISHANT,NISHIT,JENISH PATEL,SAMARTH,MEGHA,VAIBHAV,KHYATI,NIYATEE,VISHAL VALIA,VISHAL SONI,

ROHAN NAIK,HAMZA,RAVIRAJ,DHARMIK SHAH,MANISH,TEJAS,ANAND,KARAN BAKSHI,JAY SHAH,TARAL,DHWANI,NEHA PATEL,HIMAJA,KESHA,ABHILASH,DHRUV,

DIGANT,AKRAM,MAULIKABHISHEKH,SIDDHARTH,JAYDEEP,OM,....AND DONT KNOW WHO ELSE......

AND ALL THE OTHERS WHOSE NAME I COULD HAVE FORGOT TO WRITE THEN PLEASE REMIND ME....:)

THEN MY LATEST COLLEGE  AND CAMP FRIENDS FOR WHOM I WILL SAY:-

ON a path ahead i looked back

I thought i had lost my mates

But on moving ahead

I found a group of evil heads..

I got my new friends

Please never say THE END...:)

RV,DAIDEEP,BRINDAL,SARTHAK,SAURAV,GAURAV,HARSH,DHAVAL MASHRUVALA,CHIRAG,BHARGAV GOHEL,PRERAK,BATTI,CHIRAYU,MEHENDI,AJAY,RAVI PATEL,HITESH,SRUSHTI,BHAKTI,AAROHI,MANISHA,KULIN,AMAN,VAB,PANKAJ,MOHIT,SAMEER,SYMONDS(VIVEK THAKKER),YOGESH,HEMAL,ABHI,SHENOY,KANDARP,KETAN,DEVANG,AAKASH,AARSH,KARAN TULSANI,HERIN,JAGRUT,NEEL,NIRMIT,HARSH PARMAR,JIGAR GOSWAMI,BHARGAV,JENISH THAKKOR,AVNI,NIYATTEE,SUNNY,PRACHI,YASH,NISH,ACHIRA,DHAVAL,DHRUV,BHARGAV AND MANY OTHERS.......

 

WELL THIS IS MY WORLD WHICH CONSISTS OF THIS FRIENDS..............HOPE YOU ALL WILL LIVE TILL LAST MOMENT....

-ASPRING FINDER

PARTH SANGHANI

पार्थ संघानी 

પાર્થ સંઘની 

:)

How could that letter fetch a huge amount of £120,000? OF JOHN KEATS

After 1 week I have been to blog,well was busy with my college.But last 1 week was full of excitement and amazement.Well I am now along with writing poetry trying to engage in music so am learning guitar.Guitar was my passion from childhood but I got the chance to live it now.:)


Well leave my life,I am enjoying it the manner i would like to but the fact i want to display is i just came across a news that took me in amazement. was"Letter written to lover Fanny Brawne as John Keats lay dying of tuberculosis could fetch up to £120,000"...and I just got amazed reading 
Who was john keats??
Who was fanny brawne?
What caused him to write a letter on death bed?
How could that letter fetch a huge amount of £120,000?


I quickly started my laptop and googled each and every thing about JOHN KEATS.Yes I had a little knowledge about him that he was some great poet,but what I came to know about him was heart touching.I felt like crying reading his letters and his story.He became famous after he died that was his bad luck.

"My love has made me selfish. I cannot exist without you — I am forgetful of every thing but seeing you again — my Life seems to stop there — I see no further. You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving — I should be exquisitely miserable without the hope of soon seeing you. [...] I have been astonished that Men could die Martyrs for religion — I have shudder'd at it — I shudder no more — I could be martyr'd for my Religion — Love is my religion — I could die for that — I could die for you." 

John Keats in a letter by him...

The following is his story..
                                 English Romantic poet John Keats was born on October 31, 1795, in London. The oldest of four children, he lost both his parents at a young age. His father, a livery-stable keeper, died when Keats was eight; his mother died of tuberculosis six years later. After his mother's death, Keats's maternal grandmother appointed two London merchants, Richard Abbey and John Rowland Sandell, as guardians. Abbey, a prosperous tea broker, assumed the bulk of this responsibility, while Sandell played only a minor role. When Keats was fifteen, Abbey withdrew him from the Clarke School, Enfield, to apprentice with an apothecary-surgeon and study medicine in a London hospital. In 1816 Keats became a licensed apothecary, but he never practiced his profession, deciding instead to write poetry.

John Keats inBright Star: "A poem needs understanding through the senses. The point of diving in a lake is not immediately to swim to the shore..."

Around this time, Keats met Leigh Hunt, an influential editor of the Examiner, who published his sonnets "On First Looking into Chapman's Homer" and "O Solitude." Hunt also introduced Keats to a circle of literary men, including the poets Percy Bysshe Shelley and William Wordsworth. The group's influence enabled Keats to see his first volume,Poems by John Keats, published in 1817. Shelley, who was fond of Keats, had advised him to develop a more substantial body of work before publishing it. Keats, who was not as fond of Shelley, did not follow his advice. Endymion, a four-thousand-line erotic/allegorical romance based on the Greek myth of the same name, appeared the following year. Two of the most influential critical magazines of the time, the Quarterly Review andBlackwood's Magazine, attacked the collection. Calling the romantic verse of Hunt's literary circle "the Cockney school of poetry," Blackwood's declared Endymion to be nonsense and recommended that Keats give up poetry. Shelley, who privately disliked Endymion but recognized Keats's genius, wrote a more favorable review, but it was never published. Shelley also exaggerated the effect that the criticism had on Keats, attributing his declining health over the following years to a spirit broken by the negative reviews.

Keats spent the summer of 1818 on a walking tour in Northern England and Scotland, returning home to care for his brother, Tom, who suffered from tuberculosis. While nursing his brother, Keats met and fell in love with a woman named Fanny Brawne. Writing some of his finest poetry between 1818 and 1819, Keats mainly worked on "Hyperion," a Miltonic blank-verse epic of the Greek creation myth. He stopped writing "Hyperion" upon the death of his brother, after completing only a small portion, but in late 1819 he returned to the piece and rewrote it as "The Fall of Hyperion" (unpublished until 1856). That same autumn Keats contracted tuberculosis, and by the following February he felt that death was already upon him, referring to the present as his "posthumous existence."

In July 1820, he published his third and best volume of poetry,Lamia, Isabella, The Eve of St. Agnes, and Other Poems. The three title poems, dealing with mythical and legendary themes of ancient, medieval, and Renaissance times, are rich in imagery and phrasing. The volume also contains the unfinished "Hyperion," and three poems considered among the finest in the English language, "Ode on a Grecian Urn," "Ode on Melancholy," and "Ode to a Nightingale." The book received enthusiastic praise from Hunt, Shelley, Charles Lamb, and others, and in August, Frances Jeffrey, influential editor of the Edinburgh Review, wrote a review praising both the new book and Endymion.

The fragment "Hyperion" was considered by Keats's contemporaries to be his greatest achievement, but by that time he had reached an advanced stage of his disease and was too ill to be encouraged. He continued a correspondence with Fanny Brawne and—when he could no longer bear to write to her directly—her mother, but his failing health and his literary ambitions prevented their getting married. Under his doctor's orders to seek a warm climate for the winter, Keats went to Rome with his friend, the painter Joseph Severn. He died there on February 23, 1821, at the age of twenty-five, and was buried in the Protestant cemetery.

AHan yes this was john keats he loved fanny brawne so much that he dedicated his poems for her only.Keats endured great conflict knowing his expectations as a struggling poet in increasingly hard straits would preclude marriage to Brawne. Their love remained unconsummated; jealousy for his 'star' began to gnaw at him. Darkness, disease and depression were around him, and are reflected in poems of the time such as The Eve of St. Agnes and La Belle Dame sans Merci where love and death both stalk. "I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks;" he wrote to her, "...your loveliness, and the hour of my death".^[41] Keats writes to Brawne in one of his many hundreds of notes and letters: "My love has made me selfish. I cannot exist without you — I am forgetful of every thing but seeing you again — my Life seems to stop there — I see no further. You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving — I should be exquisitely miserable without the hope of soon seeing you. [...] I have been astonished that Men could die Martyrs for religion — I have shudder'd at it — I shudder no more — I could be martyr'd for my Religion — Love is my religion — I could die for that — I could die for you." (Letter, 13 October 1819). Tuberculosis took hold and he was advised to move to a warmer country by his doctors. In September 1820 Keats left for Rome and they both knew it was very likely they'd never see each other again. He died there five months later. None of Brawne's letters to Keats survive, though we have his own letters. As the poet had requested, Brawne's were destroyed upon his death. She stayed in mourning for Keats for six years. In 1833, more than 12 years after his death, she married and went on to have three children, outliving Keats by more than 40 years.He died due to tuberculosis and after almost 200 years his letters are sold for this much amount.

fanny brawne lover of john keats

GREAT LOVER AND GREAT POET .I just wish i could be a great poet like him one fine day......

HIS FAMOUS POEM.www.john-keats.com/

.On First Looking into Chapman's Homer

Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;
Round many western islands have I been
Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.
Oft of one wide expanse had I been told
That deep-browed Homer ruled as his demesne;
Yet did I never breathe its pure serene
Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold:
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
When a new planet swims into his ken;
Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes
He star'd at the Pacific — and all his men
Look'd at each other with a wild surmise —
Silent, upon a peak in Darien.

“

”

The sonnet "On First Looking into Chapman's Homer"
October 1816

ક્યાં લઇ જાય છે આ ૨૧ મી સદી ????

IS THIS 21ST CENTURY ???? WHERE IS HUMAN BEING GOING???

                       શું બહાર થી સ્વસ્થ માણસ  અંદર થી પણ એટલોજ સ્વસ્થ હોય  છે??

I was just wondering today and sitting remembering about my school life and school exams when i
just remembered the most common essay that used to be asked in Gujarati"હું માનવ માનવી થાઉં તો ઘણું ".
and then millions of thoughts just went through.
What i thought was .."Are we really losing our culture,our love,our respect?".
"Are we really that cruel?"
"Are we so dejected and envy that we ourselves rise question on us?"
"Is 21st century  this much bad?"


On one hand we talk about country is not doing anything to the scams of kalmadi,koda,raja,pawar,etc....but on other hand have you ever seen inside yourself .."who really you are inside".Have you been always honest.We want to say but dont want to do anything.We see girls and boys trying to be remain fit.boys wants muscular body like  sylvester stallone while girls want so called 0 figure ....and reason for it..To get into colourful world, to remain healthy,to attract opposite people,to show the best in themselves........... " you are healthy from outside but what about your inner devils of envy, fake,jealous,anger??....


"શું બહાર થી સ્વસ્થ માનસ અંદર થી પણ એટલોજ સ્વસ્થ છે??? ના બાપા ના આ તો ૧ક મુખોટો છે આ ૨૧ મી સદી ના માનવ નો બાકી આ ક્યાં માનવ કહેવાને પણ લાયક છે??માનવી તો બહુ દુર ની વાત છે .


On one end they take plans for diet but dont forget to drink a large vodka mixed with some water in parties,they say their son respects each and everyone but they dont know same son goes and smokes hukkahs and cigarettes .They eat pizzas and burgers but still on other hand praises ancient India's traditional YOGA .They spend millions of rupees on various of unwanted things and worst things..but would never buy a thing for their mother or father.Even animals have love for their parents then after all we are human beings..THEN WHAT IS THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN US AND ANIMALS????? We say we are in 21 st century but then ,


why do we still believe in souls and ghosts?


Why do we stop our car when a cat crosses us?


why do we eat curd when we go to give exam?


We say we are in 21st century and take proud of being in contact with each and everyone on facebook and twitter ..but do you really know who lives in your neighbouring house?? We become happy seeing likes on our facebook status but we never care whether other people will like what are we saying or not.



સાચેજ ખબર નથી પડતીઓ   કે આ ૨૧ મી સદી છે કે કોઈન ગૂંચવાડો એક બાજુ આપડે સંસ્કાર બતાવ્યે છે તો બીજી તરફ  કુસંસ્કાર (In your language modern culture am not opposing modern culture but am saying its methods are wrong).ક્યારેક વિજ્ઞાન ના વિચારોમાં  તો ક્યારેક જુનવાણી વિચારોમાં ...............


ક્યાં લઇ જાય છે આ ૨૧ મી સદી ?????


નથીં ખબર પડતી  આ  કયો  ઝમાનો  છે ,

છે  તો  ૨૧  મી  સદી  પણ  એમાં  પણ  કંઇક  ગૂંચવાડો  છે ..

એક બાજુ પિઝ્ઝા બુર્ગેર  નો ક્રેઝ છે ,

તો બીજી તરફ યોગ માટે પ્રેઝ છે ..

સિગારેટ ,દારૂનું કરતા આ સેવન ,

સાંજ પડે તો કરે છે વાત about life in heaven

સવાર પડશે એટલે કરશે મોર્નિંગ વોક અને વાતો  ડાયટની, 

પણ વરસાદ પડે એટલે મો  તરત ભરાઈ જાય  ભજીયા ના સ્વાદ થી 

નથીં ખબર પડતી  આ  કયો  ઝમાનો  છે ,

છે  તો  ૨૧  મી  સદી  પણ  એમાં  પણ  કંઇક  ગૂંચ વાડો  છે ..

મોંઘી હોટેલ માં ખાઈ ને આપે મોંઘી   ટીપ waiter ને  , 

પણ શું કદી ઘરે  કીધું છે  ખાવાનું  સ્વાદીસ્ત  હતું એવું mummy ને  

દીકરા ને હમેશા  કરશે  બેટા બેટા,

પણ પિતા ને કીધું છે કદી કે કેમ બેઠા છો  છેટા?.


ગામ આખા માં કેહતા ફરશે બેટી બચાવો,

પણ પોતાનીજ પુત્રી ને આપશે દુનિયા ભરની  સજાઓ .

 નથીં ખબર પડતી  આ  કયો  ઝમાનો  છે ,

છે  તો  ૨૧  મી  સદી  પણ  એમાં  પણ  કંઇક  ગૂંચ વાડો  છે ..

આમ તો વરસ આખું  વ્હોરસે ભ્રષ્ટાચારના પૈસા ,

પણ રજામાં તરત જશે જાત્રાધામ વહેલા  

પછી  ભલે હોઈ પાસે  સાઈકલ કે ગાડી ,

પણ કરશે પ્રાથના જયારે બિલાડી આવે આડી .

science ની હવા મારતા પોહચી ગયો ચંદ્ર પર ,
પણ ૧ રમત ના પરિણામ માટે શ્રદ્ધા ૧ octopus પર??

 નથીં ખબર પડતી  આ  કયો  ઝમાનો  છે ,

છે  તો  ૨૧  મી  સદી  પણ  એમાં  પણ  કંઇક  ગૂંચ વાડો  છે ..

internet અને mobile થી કરશે એક બીજા સાથે 24 કલાક  chat 

પણ પ્રેમ નો એકરાર કરે તો કેહ્સે sorry I dont believe in that   


facebook ,twitter  પર રહેશે આખી દુનિયા સાથે uptodate    ,
પણ સામાજિક પ્રસંગ માં આવશે દરેક વખતે  late  


દેખાડાના જમાના માં નામશેષ થઈ રહી છે લાગણીને હૂંફ
જીભ માં જોવા મળશે આવકારો પણ દિલ માં મળશે જાકારો

 નથીં ખબર પડતી  આ  કયો  ઝમાનો  છે ,

છે  તો  ૨૧  મી  સદી  પણ  એમાં  પણ  કંઇક  ગૂંચ વાડો  છે ..

નફરતના અંધારા ને છુપાવા પહેરે છે પ્યારના મુખોટા,
ઝેર  ની લાગણી ને છુપાવા પહેરે છે અમૃતના મુખોટા,
પોતાની પેહચાન છુપાવા પહેરે છે modern culture ના મુખોટા,
હારેલી ઝીંદગી અને વિખરેલા સબંધોથી  બચાવા આ ૨૧મી સદીનો  માનવી પહેરે છે  આવા અનેક મુખોટા


"૨૧ મી સદી ના સંગે  અને modern culture ના રંગે વિશ્રાય રહી છે લાગણી 
છેલ્લે કેહવું છે પાર્થ નું હે માનવ હવે તો થા તું માનવી"

And so this 21st century makes us alone all alone just due to culture and way of life we are living.........


    પાર્થ આર  સંઘાણી 

   ASPIRING FINDER