I Can, I Will

The breeze is cold, the sun is warm.
Mountains are high, but can cause no harm.

The tracks, are rugged and rough,

movement is difficult and walking is tough,

but none of these is a reason enough, 

to stop my climb or halt my flight, 

to weaken my spirits or fog my sight.

This is the spirit to rise and grow more. 

This is the will to climb higher, higher than before.

There is the belief that I can soar.

The belief that comes from within the core.

Now, the wind is cold and strong.

The sun is high, bright and warm.

But the fire inside me will endure it all.

I will stand up after every fall.

I will run and fly and reach the sky.
And reach the heights never seen at all.

-Abhinava Sharma “Deep”

|| AKELA ||

Na khwab, na chahat, na he koi ummeed,

Jee raha hoon andhakaar main, ab bujh gaye sab deep.

Chale gaya door sab apna, ab kuch na raha kareeb,

Khud se nazrein milana bhi ab lagta hai ajeeb.

Is andhakaar main ab main khota sa ja raha hoon,

neend nahi aati fir bhi sota as ja raha hoon,

aansu sukh chuke na jaane fir bhi rota sa ja raha hoon,

is andhakaar ko ab main apnata sa ja raha hoon.

Yaadon ko apni bhulata sa ja raha hoon.

Khwabon main jee raha tha, ab neend se jaaga hoon,
dost, yaar, pyar, sab peeche chod ke bhaga hoon,

jala diya aaj sab kuch, aur sab kuch apna tyaga hoon,

apne he haathon se cheen liya apna, main aisa abhaga hoon.

Khwab, chahat, ummeedon ko apni dafnata sa ja raha hoon,

is andhakaar ko ab main apnata sa ja raha hoon,

aashaon, trishnaon ko apni jalata sa ja raha hoon,

yaadon ko apni ab bhulata sa ja raha hoon,

yaadon ko apni ab bhulata sa ja raha hoon…

-Abhinava Sharma “Deep”