Poori Tum, Adhoora Main

Ik kashti ho tum, aur main ik padav.

Tum aake guzar jaati ho,

aur main intezaar main jeeta rehta hoon.

Ik roshni ho tum, aur main ik saaya.

Tum ujaalo ko apnati ho,

aur main andhakaar main dooba rehta hoon.

Ik bhaawna ho tum, aur main ik swabhaav.

Tum har ghadi badalti ho,

aur main aadat main uljha rehta hoon.

Ik sawaal ho tum, aur main ik khoj.

Tum har roz tadpaati ho,

aur main saari zindagi talaashta hoon.

Ik khwahish ho tum, aur main ik aarzoo.

Tum mil kar bhi adhoori ho,

Aur main arziyo main he marr jaata hoon.

-Abhinava Sharma "Deep"

Tum

Tujhsa haseen, shayad kahin,

hoga koi, mujhe lagta nahi.

Tera aks, meri aankhon main basa,

tera deedar lekin mujhe milta nahi.

Teri har ada, mujhe karti fida.

tujhse juda, ho kar ji sakta nahi.

Tujhsa dhundha maine har jagah,

par tujhsa koi doosra maine paya nahi.

Tujhe paane ki aarzo hai bas meri,

par tujhe apnana hai mumkin nahi.

Teri aakhon main kho chuka hoon is kadar,

ki ab koi mujhe, bacha sakta nahi.

Tujhsa haseen, shayad kahin,

hoga koi, mujhe lagta nahi.

-Abhinava Sharma "Deep"

An Ungrateful Nation

You start to doubt the real worth of a nation, when it's people pay more heed to the death of an aged actor than to the sacrifice of a young life, married a month ago.

You start to doubt this profession, and all the sacrifices that it makes in order to protect the lives of millions, who are unaware about it.

You start to question yourself that do these people really deserve the service and security that you provide?

And all these doubts and questions makes you sceptical about the work you do and you start questioning yourself if it is all worth for an ungrateful nation.

When in 8th I read a beautiful essay "Main aur Mera Desh" in my textbook, which talked about not speaking ill about your country and how it devalues the nation and I had followed it until this day. But what do you do when that nation devalues the life of a martyr?

Some of you might say I am free to quit from this service. But I don't need a change of job. I need a change of perspective, either in mine or in the people I serve for.

-A Sceptic Soldier

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Incomplete Lives

In this world of tomorrow we meet a million passer-by,

Forget their faces as we go, not until the one catches the eye.

This one then, touches your life in such a way,

And your life is never same again from that day.

At times this one becomes your life or a part of it.

And at times you lose that one or need to part with it.

Both the facets affect your life and the future that follows.

Either their presence makes it livelier or their absence casts a shadow.

It's a decision that you make or a decision is forced upon you.

Either way you lose the one who you thought was forever with you.

Is it fate or destiny or just a trick of the stars?

You lose the one whom you loved the most so far.

The loss can't be weighed or measured in scale.

It's a loss of a lifetime and a life lost as you fail.

Then times get bad, and nothing goes right.

You never tend to win, no matter how much you fight.

And then you feel helpless, feeble and weak.

You find no answers no matter how deep you seek.

Just understand this, one, who came is bound to leave.

And leave behind a void for which you would grieve.

Then life goes on and you move behind.

Try to fill that void with whatever you can find.

And this cycle repeats as years go by,

Until another passerby catches the eye.

- Abhinava Sharma “Deep"

Veeratva

Yeh andheri raatein, aur yeh kale din,

aur kitni sadiyan hamein rehna hai khushiyon se bhinn.

Isi soch main pal kar katate hain har pal,

ek subah aayegi fir shayad koi kal.

Niklega nav surya jab, nayi kiran koi lekar,

honge hamein bhi darsh khushi ke naya tyag koi dekar.

Yahi tap tyag kehlate fir jagat main nyare,

jo akela hamein khada karte hain bina sahare.

Fir kehta jag, tumne badi shurma darshayi,

is shurta ka mol nahi lekin laga sakta hai koi.

Yah hain wo shoor, jo rehte apno se door,

jo chah kar bhi na chahane ko hote hain majboor.

Aashaon trishnao main jeena inka dharm raha,

apne kashton ka ghoont bhar peena inka dharm raha.

Isi dharm ke liye jeete hain yeh wardi wale.
Isi dharm ke liye jeete hain is dharti ke rakhwale.

In barfeeli chattano par jo na yeh veer lade hote,

goliyon se tez hawayein, jinko na cheer khade hote.

In balidano ke bina tumhara jeevan saral kya rehta,

in tap tyago ke bina tumhara ghar sajal kya rehta.

Na hote veer yeh khud apne mukh kahlakar,

kahalate veer yeh naye veer kartab dikhlakar.

Apna jeevan bhi yeh duniya ko daan main dete hain,

badle main paate kashth aur woh bhi shaan se lete hain.

Rann he inka jeevan raha, aur rann hai inka kann kann,

pate janm rann main he, aur rann he inka maran.

Naman in veeron ko, aur inke balidanon ko,

Sheesh naman karta hoon, in rann ki santano ko.

-Abhinava Sharama “Deep”