Poetry On Life

Never let the sweet wordsBy  @AshokSawhnySahil.  Never let the sweet words from a mouse befool you for they can all be laced with poison. We have all seen, over time, haven't we, how a friend can turn a demon.

Title - What Those Nights Do to Man ? By  @AshokSawhnySahil.  Recording Assistant- Sajal RajakEdit By - Ujala SarojCandles that were burning bright,Now melted and out of sight,Passions leaving the psyche spent,The reek of decadent and sordid intent.What does night do to man ?How much ruin does it cause or can ?Why does gentle sleep not rebel,And the dark forests tell ?The havoc caused by wayward nights,In dim and dark, eerie lights,To those for whom it really cares,Those lovers of sleep, those happy pairs.Who see the rising sun through the trees,Filtered rays igniting the leaves ?As night makes way for the break of day,And the chirping birds have their say.Come, O night, let peace prevail,Let me not cry, let me not wail,Lights of fancy take soaring wing,As peace and calm the morning bring.

Title - Life By @AshokSawhnySahil. Visuals by - Ismat Ali KhanWe all have the right to live life on our own terms—but with one quiet condition: never hurt another in the process.This piece reflects on time slipping away,on questions we keep asking,and the truth we often forget—life is not in the answers, but in the present moment.Rise with the sun. Rest with its fall.That is life. Like, Share & Subscribe for more soulful poetry Comment what this piece made you feel

Title - What Those Nights Do to Man ? By  @AshokSawhnySahil.  Recording Assistant- Sajal RajakEdit By - Ujala SarojCandles that were burning bright,Now melted and out of sight,Passions leaving the psyche spent,The reek of decadent and sordid intent.What does night do to man ?How much ruin does it cause or can ?Why does gentle sleep not rebel,And the dark forests tell ?The havoc caused by wayward nights,In dim and dark, eerie lights,To those for whom it really cares,Those lovers of sleep, those happy pairs.Who see the rising sun through the trees,Filtered rays igniting the leaves ?As night makes way for the break of day,And the chirping birds have their say.Come, O night, let peace prevail,Let me not cry, let me not wail,Lights of fancy take soaring wing,As peace and calm the morning bring.#ashoksawhnysahil #urdupoetry #shayari #sahil #urdupoetry #ghazals #sufithoughts #deeplines #InnerPeace #soultalk #poetryreels #dilse #spiritualvibes #HindustaniPoetry #reelsindia #explorepagereel Website : www.ashoksawhny.comYoutube https://www.youtube.com/c/ashoksawhnysahil Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/ashoksawhnysahil/Facebook : https://www.facebook.com/ashoksawhnypoetSpotify: Ashok Sawhny Poetry of Life ( English)https://open.spotify.com/show/1ZtQWYG5RUVHrLGQ5IyvZVAshok Sawhny, Dastan -e- Zindagi ( Urdu )https://open.spotify.com/show/3BoBLzORJi4KqOI2F3IFhi

God the GamblerIs God a gambler?Does he spin the wheel?Or am I just a rambler,And all this my spiel?Does he play roulette,Or is his fondness for poker?Does he make the right bet,Or is he the big Joker?Who holds the cards in the pack –And what about the Ace?Is he the King or the Jack,And who sets the pace?If he gives out the cash,Who rakes it in?Who makes the big splash,And who forgives the sinforgives the sin?Man was made to love,And respect the Maker that is;Has push come to shove?Did he gamble on this?Was he always so sanguine,And did he never think?Could he ever imagineThat mankind wouldn’t sink?Was the world his casino,The great gambling den?And did he make it so –Was there a hidden yen?Was there a longing for fun?To use Man as pawn,To have him on the run,From dark night to dawn?Is he is the Great Deceiver,With things all tidy and neat –Only then to shock the believer,And pull the rug from under his feet?Or is he the Master Planner,Who surely knows it all?And is it just his manner,To plot Man’s rise and fall?Your guess is as good mine,And Hope’s our only salvation;Belief is a gift divine,There being no other explanation.

Title - Life By @AshokSawhnySahil. Visuals by - Ismat Ali KhanWe all have the right to live life on our own terms—but with one quiet condition: never hurt another in the process.This piece reflects on time slipping away,on questions we keep asking,and the truth we often forget—life is not in the answers, but in the present moment.Rise with the sun. Rest with its fall.That is life.

Title - An Ode to NightVideo Artist - Ujala SarojBy  @AshokSawhnySahil.  #ashoksawhnysahil #englishpoetry #poetry An Ode to Night'Tis the sun that opens my eyes every morning, But it’s your words to which I find myself awake, To dreams do I then softly bid goodbye,As I,O Night, read the pages of life just gone by.In your arms do I some solace find,From the harshness of day and its relentless grind, With you I speak of all that's been,Away from crowds away from din.In the darkness then that you quietly spread I befriend what others simply dread, YOU,For you are wont to give me time, To Sleep, to dream and talk with you.With you, O Night, I can laugh and cry, No guilt, no shame, enter the mind, You are by far the better half,Cos an ode to Day I have yet to find.Maybe I'll write one myself one day, Maybe then I'll change my mind, Who knows for I am fickle,Who knows what Man won't do for a nickel?

Where is the Human Connect Today?It’s not about PerfectionBut, all about Connection,Why are we so distantWhen a touch is so close,Why have we forgottenThe meaning of Proximity,Why are we witness todayTo Calamity after Calamity?Are these not portentsOf the closeness of Eternity,In the true sense of that word,WhenNothing returns to NothingWhen Nightingales will not sing,When Hope nor anything else or BeingWill be there for us to Cling ?How long will we dance with MammonOn the strength of missile and Cannon,Not humans but RobotsNo more than simple Fodder,Each unknown, uncaringNo Sister, No Brother, No other.Where is that PassionThat Care and Compassion ?The tearful Eye, the soulful Heart,Why are we, from each otherBeing, brutally, pulled apart ?Does no one care a jotIs the Human Being just a Dot,A zero of no consequence,‘Cause, Die we all will,The Destiny of the Human lot.AndFor those who thinkThey rule the worldThere also isThe Primordial Slot,That leaves no one ever out,Scream, holler, pray or silently shout,Whatever be the fragile Clout.Will we walk back from the PrecipiceAs we hover now on the brinkOf an almighty fall that will ensureNothing rises , nothing moves,ExceptMy Time, Your Time, Our TimeTogether.Preposterous, is the notionOf not needing any other,Of the need for independenceFrom another , be it a Brother,When Life depends on fresh airCan we without Nature survive,Can we, without aid and supportLive an hour without some other?Will the Almighty provide OxygenTo give you life’s ‘save’And a backpack for you to carryTo your final grave?Sustainability, the new word in town,With reckless daily monstrosityHow and what will we keep cleanFree from Pollution and blazing firesDo we really ever say, what we really, truly, mean?Nuclear, was meant to be a deterrentBut whom has it deterred,From what?Where did He go wrongHas the Almighty somewhere, erred?Will we make amends and live, peacefully, folksOr,Are we now beyond redemptionBecauseOf the “No Connection”?

Featuring Ashok Sawhny ‘Sahil’ Editorial Assistant- Sajal RajakLife is temporary, death is inevitable—but why do we still live in constant struggle and inner conflict?This deep poetry explores the meaning of life, human emotions, and the silent war within us. Watch till the end and reflect on your own journey.#deepthoughts #poetry #lifeanddeath #existentialpoetry #innerpeace #poetry #deepthoughts #lifeanddeath #existentialpoetry #soulfulpoetry #innerpeace #philosophy #meaningoflife #emotionalpoetry #writersofyoutube #poetrycommunity #deepquotes #healingwords #spiritualthoughts #mindfulness

eaturing Ashok Sawhny ‘Sahil’ Editorial Assistant- Sajal RajakWhen the fire dies, and only the ash remainsA raw reflection on the stillness that follows a heart's exhaustion. Sahil Sahab captures that heavy moment where desire fades and the journey of life feels its most challenging