Poetry On Life

By Ashok Sawhny

Ashok Sawhny is a keen observer of life. He has a number of published works in English, Hindi and Urdu and in this podcast he narrates his poetry on various observations and thought in English.... more

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January 14, 2025 Banish the Blues lyrics by Ashok Sawhny Sahil
Banish the Blues
Banish the blues –
Why blow a fuse?
Happy or morose,
The choice is yours.
Don’t tell me otherwise!
Who has time for cries?
It’s all up to you,
Do what you have to.
Keep the smile aglow,
A frown is your foe;
The world’s not against you,
What’s your reason to rue?
A bad day in the office,
A rock with a crevice,
Nothing’s ever whole –
Have you never missed a goal?
The boos and the cheers,
Your hopes and your fears,
All part of living;
You must be forgiving.
Don’t be hard on yourself,
Be your own greatest fan,
No bigger power or pelf,
Than being your own man.
Why must we throw happiness away?
What a shame, what a waste of play!
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January 14, 2025 Eyes By Ashok Sawhny Sahil.
Eyes
Never look at me and lie,
Cos eyes are windows to the soul,
And no depth of sea nor distant
sky,
Can ever hide what is not whole.
The eyes will mirror just what you
feel, And tell me if it's not all true,
Like a leaking vessel with a broken seal,
That spills the contents whatever you do.
The eyes they speak but silently,
No words, no sounds, a quiet look,
Will reveal and do but soundlessly,
What’s on the pages of your inner book.
Never mind how adept you are,
At sleight of hand or in your speech,
You'll never get very far,
For lies to your eyes you can never teach.
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2min
December 13, 2024 The Heaven in my Heart - lyrics by Ashok Sawhny
The Heaven in my Heart
There’s a little heaven in my heart tonight,
Holding up a candle light,
An all night vigil for me alone,
To quietly pray and to sins atone.
There’s a little heaven in my heart tonight,
That takes the dark away from sight,
For me to see what lies ahead,
For me to know what heaven said.
There’s a little heaven in my heart tonight,
There to protect me with all its might,
From the other me that resides with in,
The devil’s friend or the devil’s kin.
There’s a little heaven in my heart tonight,
I’m glad I found it, I can contrite,
I’ll delve inside my heart and see,
The real face of the real me.
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December 09, 2024 O, Poet, Why Do You Appreciation Seek - lyrics by Ashok Sawhny
O, Poet, why do you appreciation seek
From those whose spirit of beauty lies
asleep, A dormant seed that dies
Before it sprouts succumbing to the rigours of a harsh
winter,
Shrivelled,
And
The self,
Burdened by the cares of
living, Oblivious to the joys of
life,
And from these unfortunate of your kind
Approbation seek,
Of that which within you
Rises uncommanded, unsolicited
Is unfair
For that is not their Destiny.
For you,
To screen for the world
The beauty and the majesty of both
Man and Nature,
To not gloss over the frailty of Man and the tyranny of
Nature,
To bring light to bear on the goodness of both
And the oneness of purpose,
To soothsayer and
Cassandra be,
To praise the sun and the moon alike,
To show the day the calm of eve,
And to a tired mind the night bring,
The praises of the Lord sing,
To reveal to Man his Jekyll and
Hyde,
To take when needed Nature’s side,
Its wrath understand and agony vent,
To be its tongue and voice its tears,
Like the last words of a dying tree,
To help create harmony,
To help Man his follies see,
And that for you is, O Poet,
Yours to do.

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September 19, 2024 The Past Is Dead And Gone | Poetry By Ashok Sawhny "Sahil" | English Poetry
The Past Is Dead And Gone
The past is dead and gone
As will the future too,
Your mind is what imprisons
And also liberates you.
It’s there that you live
And die there too,
And yet we fail to understand
What we always knew.
The repository of good and bad
How complex is the mind !
That which you seemingly look for
You seldom seem to find.
And yet we often say, don’t we,
With cosmetic nonchalance!
That we always knew right from wrong
And nothing is ever just chance.
How little do we our minds know!
And even less do we care,
For at the back of it lies dormant always
The thought that one day we shan’t be there.
Sometimes a wish and then a dread,
But we’ll never both keep and eat the bread.
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September 17, 2024 My River | Poetry By Ashok Sawhny Sahil | English Poetry
My River

There’s a river i know
Whose name i, often, forget,
That flows by my little lawn
And to it, I’m deeply in debt
It’s brought me great peace n calm
Whenever I think of it,
Acting like a soothing balm
When things got awry, a bit .
I now see that river rising
Up to my window sill,
And, in the distance, a sailing boat
That, I know, one day will
Take me flowing down the river
To the end of time, some place,
In a boat they call Eternity
When I’ve breasted the tape of life’s race.
It’s only a matter of Time, always
As lengthening shadows fall,
No Reason nor does any Rhyme
Ever change the final Call.
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September 17, 2024 If Wishes Were Horses, Beggars Would Ride | Poetry By Ashok Sawhny Sahil | English Poetry
If Wishes Were Horses, Beggars Would Ride
If wishes were horses
We’d all ride
Why just the beggars?
And what, pray tell me, will the kings do?
‘Cause they don’t do much else
Do they?
And again, the horse may not be
On your side
And, you might well be left holding the reins
Of a horse that is not inside
The stable
The one that bolted
With only you to blame
You to chide.
And so, even if they were horses
You may not be served well at all
You could, perhaps, stumble at the first hurdle
Then, softly fall.
Wishes are a bit wishy-washy, you know
Kind of ‘iffy’
Like, if the day turned to another day
Minus the night
Or, if the sun rose without its normal light
Wishes, too, tend to border on the extreme
Like a tiger at play with a tadpole in a stream
Or dinner with an angel in the Garden of Eden.
No apple trees, just heavenly breeze
And a handshake, nay, an elbow rub
With the Lord himself
The one who owns the garden
Where the apple was eaten
By man or woman or, maybe
A baby.
Wishes are like dreams
That seldom come true
Interpretations notwithstanding
Or, even with sitting
But, if they do
’Twas not because of your wish
But because I earned the Lord’s ire
And so, to feel good, the Good Lord
Granted you your desire
Your silly wish!
What if your wish chose the wrong horse?
You asked for a pink dress
And the horse disliked pink
You, now with work to do
To think
Would blue work better?
Or, my horse might prefer green
What a puzzle, what a scene
And all for one silly wish
And one ‘wishy’ horse.
Better sit where you are
With the bowl in your hand.
Why, uselessly, stand?
Whatever else you do
Don’t ever ride that ‘horse’,
Much nicer to enjoy life’s race
From the grandstand.
Buy your seat, then
Let your horse
Hit the middle stump
Pick up the wicket
Nay, the jackpot
Remember, you need to show the ticket.
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September 17, 2024 To An Old Friendship | Poetry By Ashok Sawhny Sahil | English Poetry
To An Old Friendship
I think I knew who lived here once
And, I think, I knew him well,
I’m told he’s still around somewhere
But where, I can’t tell
For, Time’s taken its usual toll
And, he is not anymore the same,
Neither gait nor stride of old
For, it’s now a different game.
The gentle wind now too strong for me and him
‘Cause it feels like a stormy gale,
That’s how it all seems to me now
My friend too, perhaps, a bit frail.
Strange, that as I write these lines
I seem to now recollect clearly,
That, passing time has clouded over
The form that once was him and me.
Yes, I do remember well those times
When quarter miles felt like yards,
When Dipak Narang and the lesser me
Held those winning cards.
I speak of Dipak and myself, folks
And, say what the mirror tells me,
I am like Alice in Wonderland
Only, now not far from eternity.
I hope he too is “sprinting” well
The tape for us not far away,
Who will breast it first, alas
Only Time knows the state of play.
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September 17, 2024 Befriend your Fears | Poetry By Ashok Sawhny Sahil | English Poetry
Befriend your Fears
The look in your eyes is no surprise,
The fear I see is meant to be
For you have genuine cause for concern,
When you see the ashes of a friend in urn.
The terror you feel when a serpent you see,
No less than being ship-wrecked alone
Gripped by dread and plain confusion,
What shall I do, where shall I run?
Things you hope will turn for the better
Your time will come is well understood,
Till then your fears will still be around
And an answer to them has to be found.
Courage you need to name the fear
To confront that which frightens you,
When the tongue speaks not and the ears don't hear
When your hair are on end and you haven't a clue.
Befriend your fears like the friends you do
Whom you may not like but friends you make,
Face and not run is the remedy
To avoid maybe even greater calamity.
Terror strikes at the heart of man,
Accept the fear when it invades the mind,
Succumb and you will simply turn numb
Impossible then a solution to find.
Being powerless and embarrassed
Won't get you far with fears,
You'll only have left for them
The door ajar, to leave you in tears.
Make fears your friends you must
However difficult it may seem,
You might well find more often than not
They were all but a bad dream.
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September 17, 2024 The Candle of Hope
The Candle of Hope
Like the candle in the wind
There flickers a candle of hope,
That helps day meet a waiting night
And us, with life’s vagaries cope.
Burning brightly in balmy weather
It lights up the human soul,
When storms arise in the distance
Hope plays its supporting role.
Life without hope would worse be
Than the throes of one’s demise.
Have you never seen despair
That veils those saddened eyes?
The candle of hope must never die
So keep it lit eternally.
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