We have just emptied it, you have heard good sorrow, you say: need good; Write it down, it has become a story!

- Unveiled-Jay Vasavada

- 'I don't think so, even if there is no grief ... I consider it happiness - earning is not less!' This is Makaranda Padchanda! He writes the same thing: 'If we ever give a seat to alas, whatever is left will be robbed ...

I am not a native of any country

Wandering in this world,

The emperors became suspicious,

Destroyed if put in jails.

If I found a loaf of bread somewhere

Happened, brother Jigarjan bheti,

We put our hands on our shoulders and walked together,

Kadam ladkhadya to gayu koi sahi.

Here is the body of Pandit, Nakki,

Otherwise the arguments don't stink,

Just bring a cup full of life,

Open the jug slowly.

How many names can you name?

Lo, Golok, Vaikuntha, Kailas, Keval,

We play this anyway

Dharane dharahar chahi ne chahi.

Show me the fear of death,

You punish the most arbitrary rock,

I swear to God, I will forgive you

A green testimony of me swimming.

The poet of this Khuddari and Khumari mood is Swami Anand who was affectionately called 'Sai' and who lived on earth like Sai for eight and a half decades is Makrand Dave. Poets like 'Vishwa Nagarik' born in Gujarati language like Niranjan Bhagat, Umashankar Joshi, Ramesh Parekh. From the very beginning there is a cry that this poet has a much higher and wider level than being bound by a single culture or border label. Who is the traveler of the whole creation. (That is, nowhere in a frame is it fixed!) That is, it seems silly to the authorities of established interests, but if you go to cut off its wings, instead of being afraid, the head is turned away, if you build a chain, it will cause a storm!

Just living in Algari's mood, if someone meets Samarsia, he falls in love, if there is a test somewhere, someone unexpectedly helps him The living are dead, who have not tasted or tasted the juice of life. Just doing the labor of knowing. Even the most colorful people who pray "Let the song of beauty be in my mouth", instead of such a frightened and hypocritical panchayat, swallow the intoxicating jam of life with Tess. Meaning, knows how to live by the wave. He has no desire for heaven, paradise, heaven. Because he loves the soil of this earth as much as he loves heaven. In such a Khudamastan fituri, there is nothing to be argued for those who are making a fuss on their own terms. Just a feeling of green grass in their warm breath!

This Makrand Dave. Calling parents by the nickname of 'Babu'. Writing came to journalism rather than serving parents. He continued to join and leave the so-called Satvasheel and Gyanbhashar publications of that time. Learning the lessons of journalism with a person like Zaverchand Meghani not only developed the words of poetry and writing, but also developed a literary eye. But 'Pujya Bhai', who is considered as Olia Siddha of Algari Alakh of Gondal, passed away. Nathabhai Joshi's Gabi Pokare met him and the strings of the distance rang. Feelings of magic that do not fit into logic are like the experience of the experienced Ramakrishna-Vivekananda, which he has written in the book 'In the vicinity of Yogi Harnath' in 'Mabham'. Excerpts from which circulate in WhatsApp.

When we talk about 'religion' there, people become very 'soft' and emotional. But Makrandbhai is a true sage. Not only worshipers of spiritual philosophy, but also philosophical upright heart and radiant intellect. Moreover, not only the arrogant coop mandapa (well frogs) diving into their own puddles but also the nomadic (tourist) creatures floating on the bottom of the deep sea to find pearls and then flying in the vast sky. So he wrote a lot of philosophical literature, but he did not lose the poet's curiosity. When the fifth decade of Aikha came to an end, he moved from Gondal to Mumbai, where he made seven rounds talking to the comedian Kundanika Kapadia.

The couple later planted a beautiful natural 'Nandigram' in the green area near Valsad-Dharampur by planting their greenery. Where there is leisure from nature with gosthi, when there is no instinctive dialogue with some individuals, it is time to come to Nishank in one's leisure time. Rajinikumar Pandya, a close friend of Sahityakar, wrote in a conversation that there is a recollection that if you are talking about all these high quality spiritual things, then there is a poet who explains the glory of Vedic saptapadi in the book of marriage and a woman who opens the door of feminism in Gujarati. And by accepting the bodily-conjugal pleasures like Agatsya-Lopamudra to Nikhalas Kavij, many Chokhalia idealists were awakened by turning the peacock feather according to their quiet nature!

This week marks the centenary year of this invaluable Shabdaratna of Gondal being born on 14th November, and even if it is not possible to complete it, if we borrow the title of his booklet 'Achmani' written in the sequel of 'Abhala', . The words of the poet who writes: Lahar lahar, the blue moon of this lake, the shade of the floating trees, the shade of sandalwood!

After meeting Umashankar Joshi, the so-called cultured man of Gujarat, in 19th year, Urmishil Makrandbhai, Dr. At a very young age, Niranjan Rajyaguru started chanting hymns in front of two dignitaries. .. '

And Umashankarbhai, a real scholar, immediately explained Rapid Fire. In some of the ultimate ways of knowledge, there are some seekers who are looking for 'only to look'. Then if some people want to know to see some truths, then it becomes 'Sears' to those who have some kind of self-realization and then come the formed supreme gurus who have judged the truth by weighing. Good-natured, gossip-reality separated. A test! Uma Shankarbhai (according to Makrandbhai's own description) said this while realizing: And Makaranda re koi ... If you taste the sweetness of such Makaranda, then you will wake up happy to go through his body. We are a beetle, a beetle that collects sweetness from flowers but takes care not to damage the petals.

That is why his balanced view always resonates. Despite being a lover of Sanskrit, not an opponent of English. He has given beautiful translations of English poems like Khalil Gibran's 'Viti Dhy Nation' or 'And God Created Daughters' in the form of immortal Gujarati compositions like 'Aa Deshni Khajo Daya' or 'Jadhar Vidhata Dikari Sarji', Robert Browning wrote in English 'Grow Old Along With' Me! The best is yet to be. The Last of Life, For Which First Was Made ... ' Vruddha tha tu muj sang, jeevan rakhese rang ... jo, aathmani sanjyu kaj, ugmanu was j sawar!

Aha! The aura of such English dressing from Tagore to Sarojini Naidu, which is beautifully worn by the poet Kathiawadi Wagha, can be seen in the editing 'Pratirup' of Himanshi Shelat. But Meghani or 'Makaranda' are not the only ones who live on borrowed energy. Potiko's voice is the end of him. He wrote, "Man has nothing to gain from the outside. But within itself, it has to be revealed. The essence and prosperity that is inside man - it has the power of truth, the light of the mind, the sweetness of joy. But man seldom seeks within himself. Two ghosts are riding on his shoulders: Spruha (aspiration) and competition.

A Makrandbhai can write: "Even if the inner melody is easily found by the star, the melody of the world goes away!" Move a little further and give me my solitude again! If you speak, the wind will feel very sweet and the air will flow when you touch it.

Aha, I understand! This is a great lesson beyond the rhetoric of relationship rhyme. Beloved friend, partner, boss, partner, whatever you like to talk about, it looks attractive and because of this, the college gets cool, but if you stay in the same mandapa (pavilion made of such fragrant vine) then the leaves will turn yellow over time. Let 'Abkhe' fall. That is why they should take care that each other gets the privacy they like. In the end, you have to come alone and go alone!

Look, let's do something we like. For the Gita, he said that after realizing that doing karma is inevitable, the big puzzle for the sages is which karma to do and how much karma not to do! But only a poet who can see the same light, light, enlightenment in all of Alakhdhani or Allah, Sufi or Sarmans without any name sticker saying 'Ek Di Eid and Ek Di Roja' can sing: Sit down and eat meat in front of it?

And Makrandbhai's testimony teaches a lot for life. If you ever read the WhatsApps forwarding the Bhejangap message that Australia was the 'Astralaya' of the Pandavas, you will understand that such a rhyme would have been done by Sai Makrand with a smile. Explaining Shivatattva in one place, he has written that 'Arthadaksha' (meaning those who are clever and have a long lap meaning in everything, narrowed down after their own selfishness) means 'Orthodox.' The head of such a skilled Prajapati is cut off by the hand of Rudra Shiva who is doing Tandava after the fire of Sati. Because, even if Maharaja is patient, he is a man of efficient rules. That is why this enemy of ours lives in such a difference. But Shiva means Freedom, Ultimate Freedom. Those who say so in the scriptures, and so on in the scriptures. On the other hand, independent revolution like 'Mari Marji, Mari Moj' is Nataraja Damrunad of Shivatva!

Another nature lesson of the science class: "If someone takes a seed in his hand and says that there is a whole tree in this seed, can it be considered?" But when the seed is sown, the seed sprouts, the plant grows, and the tree grows, the power in the seed is realized. But, for that, holding the seed in your hand, talking about it, showing it, nothing turns. The seeds should be sown (in good soil). It should be irrigated. It should be protected. Only then does it bloom, bear fruit and shade! " Without being judge-mental. That is why quoting Beethoven's letter, which was harshly, rudely, rudely and harshly criticized, is 'misfit' in its typical society.

Being - also defends: 'I am not evil. If there is my fault, it is - burning blood. My crime is gambling! '

Alas, the dynasty in Hastinapur progressed only through the 'appointment' of Vyas in the Mahabharata. Could explain together! And the poet imagines that human society can be considered as a machine, on the one hand, it can be made into a wheel by boiling oil and on the other hand, it can be added without any meaning. Yet a poet - not just a recluse. Is passionate about the beauty of life. "If you see a very beautiful face, how can it be so smooth, soft, cheerful?" This is Makrand Dave.

That is why this poet writes: Now it happens, your eyelids are full, every heart gets a bed! So romantic. 'We are a bunch of dry cotton, you are perfumed, colorful, juicy ... soak the strings, pierce us with love ...' "For a moment he whispered in my ear, 'Come now, death, there is no lost birth.' Aashiq-mashuk's death is here! 'Nirali har ada, har chaal, har kanafusi tari ... tane pehchanu pan rahi jaye paachu bharam, saki!' Subhan Allah.

The poet who considers the bird's 'Lilakunjar' tahuka as a beacon of light, let's go to the sad issue as this creation is contained in the dark lap of the night, who knows ... maybe the pain will awaken the new dawn by writing 'Aye' Does. But despite the screams or screams of pain, not depression, but only his loud cry of positivity: This is Makaranda Padchanda! He writes the same thing: 'If we ever give a seat to alas, whatever is left will be looted ...

And if you are stuck in the negativity of break-up, burning in the forest of bereavement, meditate and read this excerpt of one of his compositions: Whoever you love, he will never love you ... Whoever you say, let him be one of you. Life is not cheap. Ne e mali amasti ye nathi ... vadfo shane nirarthak ansu ne nishwas aghat aahe! You go ahead ... you are on fire and hide in the distance, but in life you fall into the creed with a smile!

Jabbat. Makrand Dave, who warns the youth with the flame of fire from the saviors who have become the destroyers of the society, even if the sun of knowledge descends to a few steps in the deep realm of spirituality, but if a Tedagar (Guru) carries his hand inside, the sadhu will not quench his thirst. Instead, love the world and try to make it beautiful. An elder Kolibapa asked you, 'Do you want to see Siddhapurusha?' Say this, your father is sitting, after giving him the 'theology' of serving him, the soul of pure consciousness who serves the parents. Kundanikabahen may not be watching Shatabdi - but reading and experiencing this couple is the same feast. Then the inner cry will be heard. That means reading. Not to be like anyone, to know yourself! (Title Makrand Dave)

Weaving that coke of coke, Veera!

Do not borrow;

Haiye Uge Avi Haiyani Watane

Form like a flower

The cuckoo doesn't want anyone's tahuko

Morlo koini keka,

How did he care for human beings?

Pid own, Parka Lheka!

What's so significant about a goat's head? ”

Let yourself swim in the gum.

Somebody Ramtakeri,

The cave of a half-hotel,

Shlok chage somewhere in the monsoon

Somewhere in the pain of swallowing:

In the loss of living and waking life

Don't fill anyone's ghost.

Let's play our own flute

Relavi Dai Sur,

The seer will seize it, though

Near or far:

Olya died, Veera!

We do not die while we are alive.

Weaving that coke of coke, Veera,

Don't borrow.

Xingthing

Affection as much suffering !

Jaitli loo zare etlo meh!

Blessed, wow, Kirtar is your art!

You gave consciousness and gave cheh.

(Makrand Dave)