चांदण्यांची कोजागरी

 

चांदण्यांची कोजागरी

शुभ्र चांदणे खुलले नभात,

मोती विखुरले अंगणात,

मंद वाऱ्याचा सुखद गारवा,

नात्यांमध्ये मायेचा गोडवा.

“कोण जागे?” विचारी लक्ष्मी, येऊन आपल्या दारी,

भक्तीभावे स्वागत करू, उजळून दीपांच्या हारी,

हळदीकुंकू, फुले वाहू, जोडू हात भक्तीने,

सुखसमृद्धी नांदू दे, घर भरू दे प्रीतीने.

केशर, वेलची दुधात दरवळे,

बदाम, पिस्त्यांनी गोडवा खुलले,

चंद्रप्रकाशी ठेवू दुधाची वाटी,

प्रसाद वाटू साऱ्यांच्या ओठी.

गप्पा रंगल्या, गाणी सजली, हास्य फुलले ओठांवर,

आठवणींची मैफल जमली चांदण्यांच्या गच्चीवर,

कुणी म्हणावे भक्तिगीत, कुणी धरावा ताल,

आपुलकीच्या सहवासात सुखावला भवताल.

मनामनांत प्रेम वाढू दे, आनंद नांदू दे घरोघरी,

चंद्रासम शीतलता लाभू दे प्रत्येकाच्या अंतरी,

दुधामधली गोडी उतरू दे आपल्या या संसारी,

नाती उजळून साजरी होऊ दे चांदण्यांची कोजागरी!

© Sukanya Yogesh (2026)

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When Ganesha Comes Home...He never really leaves

  Turmeric Ganesha made by my husband Yogesh

When Ganesha Comes Home.....He never really leaves

There’s magic in the air before He comes.

The house awakens to bells and drums.

Flowers bloom, and little lamps glow.

“Bappa is coming home!” we know.

The kitchen hums with sweets galore:

Modaks, laddoos and one more.

Incense rises, rich and sweet.

Joy dances through each lane and street.

Then Bappa comes, what wondrous light!

Our little home shines warm and bright.

With folded hands and hearts set free,

We welcome Him with love and glee.

Morning prayers. Evening flame.

Every corner echoes His holy name.

Aarti, laughter, family cheer,

Somehow, somehow, He feels near.

For ten sweet days, sometimes eleven,

Our home becomes a little heaven.

Friends arrive, and families meet;

Prayer and laughter fill the street.

And I know He lives in earth and sky,

In every breath, in you and I.

The Lord has always been everywhere;

Yet these few days, we feel Him there.

Or perhaps it isn’t He who draws near;

Perhaps our hearts now see more clear.

For God was never far away,

We simply feel Him more each day.

But then comes the day we dread the most,

The day we wish would never draw close.

Since childhood, we have tried to delay

The moment we must send Him away.

One final flower. One Aarti flame.

One final calling of His name.

The hearts that welcomed Him with cheer

Now tremble softly through a tear.

But can the Infinite ever leave?

Can Ananta go because we grieve?

Can He who fills all space and time

Be bound within one sacred form?

Anaadi. Ananta. Without end.

Not one who comes, nor one we send.

The form dissolves before our eyes;

The Tattva lives, it never dies.

Perhaps Visarjan comes to teach

The truth we struggle still to reach:

That all we hold so close and tight

Must one day leave our sight.

We too arrive. We laugh. We stay.

We love. We live. Then pass away.

Like Ganesha merging with earth and sea,

We too return to eternity.

So love those dear while they are near.

Love without condition, doubt, or fear.

For love was never meant to bind,

But leave its lasting light behind.

The murti melts. The flowers part.

But Bappa never leaves the heart.

For He neither comes nor goes away.

He was. He is. He will stay.

So when we cry, “Come soon next year!”

Perhaps He smiles: “I’m already here.”

In every breath, in all we see,

In you, in me, eternally.

And when the drums grow still at last,

And tears fall softly as moments pass,

We lift our hands, our hearts, our voice,

For love remains, and we rejoice.

He was. He is. He will stay,

In every heart, through every age,

The eternal light, the timeless way.

Ganpati Bappa Morya 🙏🏻

 © Sukanya Yogesh (2026)

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ख़ुद को बचाना सीखिए

ख़ुद को बचाना सीखिए

कोई नाराज़ है आपसे,

तो नाराज़ रहने दीजिए,

हर रूठे हुए इंसान को

मनाना छोड़ दीजिए।

कोई बुरा कहे आपको,

तो दिल पर लेना छोड़ दीजिए,

हर किसी की बात से अपनी

कीमत आँकना छोड़ दीजिए।

कोई चोट पहुँचाना चाहे,

तो ख़ुद को बचाना सीखिए,

हर तीर को दिल तक आने से

पहले रोकना सीखिए।

इतने मज़बूत बन जाइए

कि दर्द भी बेअसर हो जाए,

कोई जितना चाहे तोड़े आपको,

मन फिर भी न बिखर पाए।

रिश्ता बचाने की कोशिश हो,

तो दोनों तरफ़ से होनी चाहिए,

एक ही इंसान झुकता रहे,

तो दूरी भी ज़रूरी होनी चाहिए।

जो समझना ही नहीं चाहता,

उसे समझाना छोड़ दीजिए,

जो बार बार दिल दुखाए,

उसके पीछे जाना छोड़ दीजिए।

न बदला रखिए, न बैर रखिए,

बस थोड़ी दूरी रख लीजिए,

जिसे बदलना आपके बस में नहीं,

उसे वहीं छोड़ दीजिए।

हर लड़ाई लड़ना ज़रूरी नहीं,

हर बात का जवाब भी नहीं,

कभी ख़ामोशी हार नहीं होती,

और दूर जाना गुनाह भी नहीं।

अपनी शांति की रक्षा कीजिए,

अपना स्वाभिमान सँभालिए,

कहे सुकन्या, जो क़दर न जाने,

उसे मुस्कुराकर जाने दीजिए।

© Sukanya Yogesh (2026)

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The Feminine Spirit of the Ramayana A Legacy of Strength, Wisdom and Grace

The Feminine Paradigm of the Ramayana - Reflections, Resilience and Values

The Feminine Spirit of the Ramayana - A Legacy of Strength, Wisdom and Grace

The Ramayana is not alone
A tale of kings and war;
Its women shine through every age,
Like many a guiding star.

In Sita lives a quiet strength,
A courage calm and deep;
Through forest paths and trials of fire,
Her dignity she keeps.

Urmila waits in silent love,
Her sacrifice unseen;
She shows that strength may dwell within
The spaces in between.

Kaushalya carries grief with grace,
Sumitra counsels right;
They teach that wisdom steadies hearts
Through every troubled night.

In Shabari’s humble offering
Pure love finds its place;
No wealth, no rank, no grand display,
Just faith and boundless grace.

Ahalya rises from the past,
Her spirit born anew;
She speaks of hope, forgiveness too,
And strength to journey through.

Wise Tara warns with clarity,
Mandodari pleads for peace;
Their voices tell a timeless truth:
Let pride and anger cease.

Even Kaikeyi’s troubled choice
Reflects the human mind;
How fear can cloud a loving heart
And leave regret behind.

These women were not merely threads
Within another’s tale;
They were the conscience of their age,
Unshaken by the gale.

Reflection gave their wisdom depth,
Resilience made them strong;
Their values lit the path of truth
When power chose the wrong.

The feminine in Ramayana
Is neither frail nor still;
It is compassion joined with strength,
And grace united with will.

Across the ages, hear them speak;
Stand gentle, brave and true;
For every woman holds the light
To shape the world anew.

© Sukanya Yogesh (2026)

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औरत कब अपने लिए जीती है?

औरत कब अपने लिए जीती है?

कभी बेटी बन घर को महकाती,

कभी बहन बन स्नेह लुटाती,

कभी पत्नी बन रिश्ते सँवारती,

कभी माँ बन संसार निखारती।

सबकी इच्छा का मान रखती,

सबके सुख का ध्यान रखती,

सबके सपनों को पंख लगाती,

पर अपने सपने भूलती जाती।

पढ़ी लिखी है, हुनर भी है,

उसके भीतर सामर्थ्य भी है,

फिर क्यों उसकी हर प्रतिभा

कर्तव्यों में ही खो जाती है?

उसकी शिक्षा व्यर्थ नहीं है,

उसका हुनर भी कम नहीं है,

वह चाहे तो अपनी प्रतिभा से

जग में नया उजियारा भर दे।

अपने ज्ञान को आगे बढ़ाए,

अपने हुनर से राह बनाए,

खुद भी बढ़े और साथ ही अपने

घर और समाज को बेहतर बनाए।

अपने सपनों को जीना भी

कोई स्वार्थ की बात नहीं,

सबके लिए जीते जीते

खुद को खोना त्याग नहीं।

वह केवल रिश्तों का नाम नहीं,

वह त्याग की बस पहचान नहीं,

उसकी भी अपनी एक हस्ती है,

उसके सपनों की भी बस्ती है।

कब तक सबसे पीछे रहकर

मन की इच्छाएँ दबाएगी?

जिस दिन खुद को चुनना सीखेगी,

उस दिन सच में जी पाएगी।

सबका हाथ थामे, मगर

अपना साथ कभी न छोड़े,

अपनी शिक्षा, अपनी प्रतिभा से

सफलता के नए द्वार खोले।

औरत जब अपने लिए जिएगी,

तभी तो सच में खिल पाएगी,

खुद रोशन होकर वह दुनिया में

कितने दीप जला पाएगी।

© Sukanya Yogesh (2026)

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