*Poems and Songs of Lalit Mohan Shukla: A Journey Through Soulful Verses and Timeless Lyrics*
1. *Preface*
* The Inspiration Behind the Collection
* Poetry as a Voice of the Soul
2. *Introduction*
* Lalit Mohan Shukla: Poet, Thinker, Visionary
* The Power of Poems and Songs in Human Life
3. *Section I: Poems of Life and Living*
* Reflections on Existence
* Dreams, Desires, and Destiny
* Lessons from Everyday Life
4. *Section II: Love, Relationships, and Emotions*
* Poems of Love and Longing
* Bonds Beyond Blood
* Heartbreak, Healing, and Hope
5. *Section III: Spirituality and Inner Awakening*
* Poems on Faith and Divine Connection
* The Journey Within
* Silence, Meditation, and Meaning
6. *Section IV: Nature, Beauty, and Creation*
* Songs of Earth, Sky, and Seasons
* Harmony Between Humanity and Nature
* Celebrating Life’s Simple Wonders
7. *Section V: Motivation, Courage, and Success*
* Poems of Strength and Perseverance
* Rising Above Failure
* The Spirit of Achievement
8. *Section VI: Social Awareness and Human Values*
* Poems on Humanity and Compassion
* Justice, Equality, and Peace
* The Poet as a Voice of Society
9. *Section VII: Songs of Celebration and Inspiration*
* Lyrics for Joy, Festivals, and Togetherness
* Songs of Hope and Renewal
* Musical Expressions of Life
10. *Section VIII: Selected Signature Poems and Songs*
* Reader-Favorite Works
* Award-Winning and Widely Appreciated Pieces
11. *Section IX: Writing Style, Themes, and Creative Philosophy*
* Poetic Techniques and Literary Devices
* Emotional Resonance and Universal Appeal
* The Creative Mind of Lalit Mohan Shukla
12. *Section X: Behind the Verses*
* Stories Behind Selected Poems
* Personal Experiences and Inspirations
13. *Section XI: Poetry for Students, Educators, and Readers*
* Using Poems for Learning and Reflection
* Classroom and Creative Writing Applications
14. *Conclusion*
* The Everlasting Power of Poetry and Song
* A Message to Readers
15. *Appendices*
* Glossary of Poetic Terms
* Index of Poems and Songs
16. *About the Author*
* Literary Journey of Lalit Mohan Shukla
* Awards, Works, and Achievements
17 Latest From Lalit Mohan Shukla
17 Latest from Lalit Mohan Shukla
Title: The Better Part of Me
The morning light is jealous of the way you wakeIt tries to shine but hits the floor and starts to shake
Because you carry colors that the sun can’t find
A quiet kind of grace that leaves the world behind.
I watch the way you move, a rhythm all your own
The softest place to land that I have ever known.
And it’s more than just the way your eyes hold the sky
Or the way your smile can make a whole room sigh
It’s the kindness in your hands when I’m feeling low
It’s the patience in your heart when I’m moving slow.
You’re a masterpiece of soul and a work of art
My beautiful girl, with a diamond heart.
You listen to the words I haven't spoken yet
You’re the only promise that the world has kept.
It’s the way you treat a stranger, the way you hold a gaze
You’ve got a gentle spirit in a frantic maze.
Yeah, your beauty is a mirror, it’s plain to see
But your spirit is the light that’s guiding me.
I could talk about your hair or the curve of your face
But those are just the lines in a story of grace.
The real magic is the way you make me feel
Like the best version of myself is finally real.
Because it’s more than just the way your eyes hold the sky
Or the way your smile can make a whole room sigh
It’s the kindness in your hands when I’m feeling low
It’s the patience in your heart when I’m moving slow.
You’re a masterpiece of soul and a work of art
My beautiful girl, with a diamond heart.
Yeah, it’s you...
It’s always been you.
Beautiful in every way.
Stay just like that today.
(LALIT MOHAN SHUKLA )
On Mathematics
In the silence of a morning, in the pattern of the rain,There’s a logic flowing softly, like a pulse inside a vein.
It isn’t built of heavy walls or secrets locked away,
It’s the simplest of languages that we speak every day.
From the petals on a flower to the rhythm of your heart,
It’s the map of every journey, it’s the blueprint of every art.
Oh, don't you turn away now, don't you let the shadows grow,
It’s the easiest of stories once you let the rhythm flow.
The language of the cosmos, where the stars and atoms dance,
Math is not a mystery, and it isn't left to chance.
Open up the curtains, let the light come shining through,
The universe is speaking, and it’s calling out to you.
It’s the backbone of the lightning, it’s the whisper of the gale,
Without its steady guiding hand, the ship of science fails.
To measure is to understand the cradle and the sky,
The "how" behind the gravity, the "where" and "when" and "why."
It strips away the clutter until the truth is shining bare,
The most elegant of melodies is written in the air.
But like a song you’re learning, or a path you’ve never trod,
You practice in the small things, in the even and the odd.
Start with just a single step, a circle or a line,
Let the logic build its tower, piece by piece and sign by sign.
It’s the habit of the curious, the patience of the brave,
To find the hidden symmetry within the breaking wave.
Oh, don't you turn away now, don't you let the shadows grow,
It’s the easiest of stories once you let the rhythm flow.
The language of the cosmos, where the stars and atoms dance,
Math is not a mystery, and it isn't left to chance.
Open up the curtains, let the light come shining through,
The universe is speaking, and it’s calling out to you.
So lay aside your worry, and lay aside your fear,
The answers aren't in hiding, they are ringing loud and clear.
It’s the music of the mind, a gift for everyone to see,
In the grace of mathematics, you will find the master key.
Why Math is Your Best Friend
Just Say...
The sun doesn’t ask for the sky to be blue
It just shines through the gray and the gold
And the river don’t rush for a point of view
It just follows the path as it unfolds
We spend our days chasing a ghost in the wind
Building castles out of "if" and "when"
But the secret is written where the whispers begin:
The peace is already within.
Oh, let your heart be a wide-open door
Finding the "enough" in the "more"
It’s the breath in your lungs, the salt in the sea
The grace of just letting it be
To be pleased is to plant a seed in the now
And watch how the heavy clouds bow
Not chasing the light, but becoming the glow
In the high and the quiet and the low.
The cup isn’t half-empty or filled to the brim
It’s a vessel that’s holding the sky
If you stop for a second and listen to him—
The bird with no reason to fly
He isn’t singing for silver or fame
Or mourning the feathers he lost
He’s praising the morning and calling your name
Without ever counting the cost.
It’s not in the winning, it’s not in the prize
It’s the look in a stranger’s kind eyes
It’s forgiving the shadow for following you
And loving the old like it’s new
Release the grip of the "should have been"
And let the "what is" come on in.
Oh, let your heart be a wide-open door
Finding the "enough" in the "more"
It’s the breath in your lungs, the salt in the sea
The grace of just letting it be
To be pleased is to plant a seed in the now
And watch how the heavy clouds bow
Not chasing the light, but becoming the glow
In the high and the quiet and the low.
Just stay...
In the hum of the day
Let the worries all fade into gray
Be pleased with the breath
Be pleased with the light
And sleep in the arms of the night.
On New Year Morning
The clock strikes twelve, the echoes ring,
A brand new song for us to sing.
Across the seas and distant lands,
We reach to join our brothers' hands.
From golden dawn to setting sun,
A fresh new chapter has begun.
To every friend, both far and near,
We wish a bright and peaceful year.
May kindness be the language spoke,
And every chain of hate be broke.
Where shadows fell and spirits bled,
May flowers of hope arise instead.
Let cannons rust and voices rise,
Beneath the vast and shared blue skies.
May borders fade as hearts align,
And love through every window shine.
The scars of war, let time now heal,
As peace becomes the world we feel.
So here’s to light, and here’s to grace,
For every soul and every race.
A happy year, a world reborn,
On this, our global New Year’s morn.
-Lalit Mohan Shukla
On Dawn of New year...
The clock is ticking steady, counting down the final beat
The frost is on the window, and the snow is in the street
We’re folding up the calendar, the pages worn and thin
Opening the doorway to let the light come in
The shadows of the past year are fading in the glow
Of a billion different dreams that are starting now to grow.
So lift your glass and find your voice, the stars are aligned
Leave the heavy hearts and the worries all behind
The world is turning over, a story yet to be
A thousand new horizons for you and for me
Oh, can you feel the magic? The spirit’s bright and true
Happy New Year 2026 to you!
The midnight bells are ringing out across the city square
There’s a feeling of a promise hanging in the winter air
It’s a chance to start it over, a chance to get it right
To be the kind of kindness that can break through any night
No matter where you’re standing, or how far you’ve had to run
The race is starting over with the rising of the sun.
January’s morning is a canvas clean and white
Everything is possible in this brand-new light
Two-zero-two-six, it’s a rhythm, it’s a rhyme
Walking hand in hand through the corridors of time.
So lift your glass and find your voice, the stars are aligned
Leave the heavy hearts and the worries all behind
The world is turning over, a story yet to be
A thousand new horizons for you and for me
Oh, can you feel the magic? The spirit’s bright and true
Happy New Year 2026 to you!
Twenty-six is calling...
Yeah, the future’s calling...
Let the hope shine through.
Happy New Year...
Happy New Year to you
A New Dawn AwaitsThe clock strikes twelve, the old year fades,
Like sunset glow in distant glades.
A silent hush falls on the air,
With dreams and hopes beyond compare.
The stars above shine clear and bright,
To guide us through this frosty night.
Forget the shadows, let them go,
And watch the seeds of promise grow.
With every beat of heart so true,
The world begins its life anew.
So raise a glass, let joy be clear,
To toast a Happy New Year!
The Unfinished Anthem
The world is not a finished stone,A statue carved in silent sleep,It is a field where seeds are sown,And promises we’re meant to keep.If you should turn your face away,And leave the soil to wind and chance,The weeds will bloom in disarray,And shadows lead the morning dance.For power is a heavy tide,It flows where’er the banks are low;It needs a hand, a heart, a guide,To tell it where it ought to go.To speak is not to merely shout,But to weave your thread into the loom,To cast a light on fear and doubt,And clear a path in every room.The ballot is a quiet spark,A paper sail upon the sea,A way to navigate the dark,Toward the shore of "what could be."For if the wise choose to be still,The hollow bells will ring the loudest,And those who lack the heart or willWill stand among the cold and proudest.So take your place within the line,The ink, the pulse, the bended knee;Your neighbor’s fate is bound to thineIn this, our grand democracy.It is the art of being heard,The courage to defend the soul,Where every pulse and every wordBecomes the breath that makes us whole.
A New Dawn Awaits
The clock strikes twelve, the old year fades,
Like sunset glow in distant glades.
A silent hush falls on the air,
With dreams and hopes beyond compare.
The stars above shine clear and bright,
To guide us through this frosty night.
Forget the shadows, let them go,
And watch the seeds of promise grow.
With every beat of heart so true,
The world begins its life anew.
So raise a glass, let joy be clear,
To toast a Happy New Year!
The Unfinished Anthem
The world is not a finished stone,
A statue carved in silent sleep,
It is a field where seeds are sown,
And promises we’re meant to keep.
If you should turn your face away,
And leave the soil to wind and chance,
The weeds will bloom in disarray,
And shadows lead the morning dance.
For power is a heavy tide,
It flows where’er the banks are low;
It needs a hand, a heart, a guide,
To tell it where it ought to go.
To speak is not to merely shout,
But to weave your thread into the loom,
To cast a light on fear and doubt,
And clear a path in every room.
The ballot is a quiet spark,
A paper sail upon the sea,
A way to navigate the dark,
Toward the shore of "what could be."
For if the wise choose to be still,
The hollow bells will ring the loudest,
And those who lack the heart or will
Will stand among the cold and proudest.
So take your place within the line,
The ink, the pulse, the bended knee;
Your neighbor’s fate is bound to thine
In this, our grand democracy.
It is the art of being heard,
The courage to defend the soul,
Where every pulse and every word
Becomes the breath that makes us whole.
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