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

Title - God the GamblerBy  @AshokSawhnySahil.  Video Artist - Ujala Saroj#ashoksawhnysahil #englishpoetry #poetry 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.

Featuring Ashok Sawhny ‘Sahil’ Editorial Assistant- Sajal RajakLife is a journey, not a race.A pilgrimage of emotions, struggles, and small joys.Live every moment with peace—because the ending is always closer than it feels.

Title - What is PoetryBy  @AshokSawhnySahil.  Video Artist - Badar Naaz#ashoksawhnysahil #englishpoetry #poetry What is PoetryIs it Music , is it RhymeIs it Song, is it Dance?Is it Sad, is it HappyIs it Fury or is it Romance?Does it flow like the RiverFlutter like the WingsOf the Nightingale,Images createThat Prose can’t doOf snowy storms and Icy Gail !Does it rise from the HeartDoes Love play a part?Do broken bits of memoryLive in a melancholic cart ?Do Willows inspire the swaying breezeDo waves the scenes proclaim?Do Poetic sands of drifting TimeFootprints keep and then defame?Can it not a tale tell in drab, prosaic, garbOr match the mystery of an Agatha story,Can it not revel in nostalgia and barbCan in it not speak of old History?Of course it can and does tooIn softly-worded stanzas,Fury, left for the other style,Murders, Mayhem and the likeDismissed from its portfolioWith a gentle smirk, a pretty smileBut,‘tis not a battle that we fight, folksJust a little bit of teasing banter,Prose can gallop un-reined and allAnd, Poetry just trot and gently canter!

Title -There's A World Beyond What I Can See,By @AshokSawhnySahil. #ashoksawhnysahil #englishpoetry #poetry There's A World Beyond What I Can See,There's a world beyond what I can see,For away into eternity,And with the gaze I am transported,Beyond the skies, beyond the sea.The stars then within my palm, Myinner self so light and calm, Darknessdispelled and the mind clear, Thevoid around a vapid balm.The flight of mind and you have it all,Heights you attain without a fall,Dreams come true and who ever knows,You may well be taller than all.I look beyond what I can see,It's all in the mind's eye for me.

Happiness doesn’t come from anywhere outside." Stop waiting for the perfect circumstances to feel good. In this beautiful recitation, Ashok Sawhny reminds us that joy isn't a destination—it’s the lens through which we choose to see the world. Whether the glass is full of champagne or wine, the peace remains within.Take a breath, look inward, and stay happy. Tag a friend who needs this reminder today. #AshokSawhny #JourneyWithoutEnd #PoetryCommunity #InnerPeace #Mindfulness #SpokenWord #PoetsOfInstagram #InnerJoy #ModernPhilosophy

atience is a quiet fire. It’s a myth that patience is "calm." Because our time is limited and our years are moving, patience is actually very impatient. It’s the tension of wanting to fly while being forced to wait.It’s not a contradiction—it’s the reality of valuing your life.#DeepThoughts #Time #Patience #LifeTruths#Patience #GrowthMindset #TimeIsMoney #PhilosophyOfLife #MindsetMatters #PersonalDevelopment #LifeReflections #HumanCondition #StoicMindset #SuccessQuotes #SelfAwarenessFollow for More 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