"jammu" poems
Another beautiful state in the Republic of Bhaarat,
It is plagued by cross-border terrorism,
How they redden the green valleys is appalling.
May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 5:44 AM UTC
The border at Jammu & Kashmir,
One of the highest battlegrounds.
Though that scenery is beautiful,
The soil there is stained in blood.
The blood of terrorists & soldiers,
Sadly defiles the heaven in there.
White peaks often don a red hue,
Those serene valleys face hellfire.
They do not realize that it is vain,
They war in the name of religion.
Disrupting peace and calm there,
They often desecrate the paradise.
Christ is said to have gone there,
After his resurrection of course.
Hindu deities are also fabled so,
The land of Gods and their messengers has been desecrated time and again.
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 10:43 PM UTC
India is a bird
In the map
Ready to soar.
Bengal and Assam
A wing.
Gujarat and Rajasthan
Another.
The pinnacle
Jammu Kashmir
Gazes.
Delhi and Punjab
Stirs the body.
Kerala
Hangs on tail
A stylet.
LOOK
A vulture feeds corses ?
A myena that sings ?
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 10:58 AM UTC
Flooded and doomed alone I stand
Helplessly watching my people fall out of my hand
I wish I could quaff down this copious water
And save them all from this clutter
It takes me back to the bloodshed
When innocent Kashmiris time and again bled
For a war that thrived for my land and soil
Helplessly watching it made my heart coil
I wish to break into a million pieces
When I watch these sorrowful bruised faces
But I am the king of the north
I need to stand tall and face the wrath.
But oh Allah, tell me why do my people suffer?
Can you give me the power to buffer?
I, Jammu & Kashmir plead you to glorify us all
We cannot take another fall
I dream of a day full of joy
Where guns are never replicated even as a toy
I dream of freedom from all bad omen
Please bless each animal, child, man and women.
The people of Pakistan and India are welcome on my land
Only with friendly non-armed hands.
You have no rights to claim me
I am the creator’s property, you shouldn't break me.
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 2:38 AM UTC
There's this supercute girl here,
From Jammu the Sikhni hails,
I feel so lucky that I get to see her,
At times I follow her scent trails.
Made of sheer pure beauty she is,
I go ooh la la when she comes,
Both my feet just freeze altogether,
Frozen & I find my senses lost.
Harps play when she speaks,
So beautiful is her voice,
Her lips separate like cuckoo beaks,
Alive I feel staring into her eyes.
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 10:40 AM UTC
.........as the sun just went for his nap, I woke up disturbed; in the middle of turmoils, on the edge of disasters.........
Even though I wanted to, I couldn't sleep; I couldn't cry out for company, for I had known long back that my words were weak...
There was some sleep in my eyes, some emptiness in my heart, and hunger in my soul...
The situation here was chaotic, people killing each other for the sake of some long lost freedom...
I wish I could turn back the clock,
and bring the wheels of time to a stop.
But time is obnoxious; then human lust for power,
and some frivolous ideologies about freedom,
make existence even more dangerous...
And when hope runs out, we become merely living dead creatures.... And such had the conditions worsened in this area, that all was lost...
Each night I slept without a single hope of seeing tomorrow's sunshine...
Each time I went out, I filled myself with the sight of my beloved ones, as if it is the final meeting with them...
So I couldn't find much difference between today and the other days....It seems like all was imprinted on me;
My birth, which brought me here;
My journey, which was neither much in favor,
nor much against my stable, yet conflicting mind;
and My end, which was too stubborn to accept me....
I was neglected by everyone, from everyone, and that's what solidified me...
"I hid my pains even from myself,
I revealed my pains only to myself..."
I was unaware of what I was headed to,
or whether I'd make it or not....that was unacceptable to all, I was unacceptable to all....
"My days are keeping on getting bad
My nights are keeping on getting worst,
I don't know the truths, just I guess I'm thirsty,
But unaware of what would quench my thirst..."
This area is a battlefield,
and my battle here is with the guerrilla force,
my battle here is with the terrorists....
Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 12:51 PM UTC
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Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 4:51 PM UTC
"NOTHING MUCH FOR MINORS"
Minors are those less than eighteen,
As they don't have knowledge in keen.
They don't have a driving licence,
As don't have driving sense.
Minors are given just pen and page,
Their life is not more than a cage.
Holiday is not given even on sundays,
As their age is negligible for fundays.
Parents are worried not to get blame,
From minors they just want their fame.
Circumstances are same for every minor,
Parents are just their life designer.
-Sahaj Sabharwal.
-Chowk Chabutra,
-Jammu.
-11th Class.
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Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 10:34 AM UTC
ACADEMIC TESTS
Oh these tests,
Superflous academic tests.
No time to prepare
For entrance tests.
Difficult to store
Vast concepts in mind,
Oh how to retain so much
Till marks given and paper signed.
Bewaring that,
The examiner is not blind,
And not our bydweller
That gives marks so kind.
All worried,
Smile crease no face.
Will we get through,
Or falter in this pace.
Parents worried about their carreer
They believe books are nifty,
Smartphones are carrier's barrier
With no sympathy.
Parent's and teacher's
Support and hope is essential,
In order to raise their potential.
- Sahaj Sabharwal©
-Pacca Danga ,
Jammu
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Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 7:28 AM UTC
TRANQUIL NIGHT DREAM
Night dream is just a virtual world,
Till it is boundless and not bold.
A good night dream,
Resembles a fresh, white, well toned cream.
Sleeping in tranquil night,
Aiming to achieve the goal at any height.
To get real success in any field,
Even night dream works to provide us the courage to yield.
In the mind of a stakeholder,
Mostly the goal got the platform and support as a strengthened shoulder.
Just hardwork and luck can help us achieving aim,
Which is just a night dream which has now been achieved and not just fame.
-Sahaj Sabharwal
-Jammu city,
Jammu and Kashmir, India .
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+917780977469
Jun 28, 2019
Jun 28, 2019 at 12:35 PM UTC
RESPECT
*1Respect is the Desire of everybody's mind,
But is only given to people who are kind.
*2Respect is given to those who deserve it,
And is not given to those who are unfit for it.
*3Respect is like a fuel of life,
Without which a man cannot work rife.
*4Respect to our elders plays an important role,
As its the blessing to achieve our goal.
*5Respect is like a bullet of a gun,
Which Travels with us in long run.
*6Respect when given to all,
His reputation will never fall.
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-Sahaj Sabharwal.
-Chowk Chabutra, Jammu
-11th Class.
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Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 7:27 AM UTC
in Jammu: the city of temples, there is a house.
On the other side of Tawi, past the old bridge, i sit in my memory;
she's talking to me, "earn so i can be free," as my heart drowns in summer.
"it's unbearable," i say -- "the weather hasn't been kind to you"
i wait for her to say something but she's busy again - "i have so much to do.. why don't you settle here and make my life easier," she says with a forced smile.
On the other side of Tawi, past the old bridge, i sit in my memory;
perhaps one day i can give her the world, the one she is promised.
here on the foothills of the mighty Himalayas, on the other side of the tunnel, i wonder.
perhaps i can leave while i still can, younger than i remember, or have i been old and it's merely a dream?
have the city swallowed my memories to keep her relevance alive.
is she just a figment of her many tangled roads, the tree sitting on the three hills, and disjointed neighborhoods?
by the river Tawi - where i once spent the evening swimming in the sweet embrace of liquor, and in ***** of a welcoming morrow.
overlooking the new bridge, thinking to myself, 'how beautiful is home today'.
or making out in the backseat of a confidant's car as we travel through the sidhra road, and she says to me, "do you think this will never end?"
and before i can tell her the truth - i see a fleeting glimpse of silver; and there i am -- in tomorrow -- far from the edges of the mighty Himalayas.
i take out my phone, i need to see what time it is, and there on the screen, it says it's 32 degrees of summer in jammu, still -- and i burst into tears.
On the other side of Tawi, past the old bridge, i am my memory.
Jun 4, 2022
Jun 4, 2022 at 9:14 PM UTC