Me

I am a freed soul


I am the world's eyes

I am the enchanted river

Under the blue laced sky which lies



I am an open book

I am the innocent smile

I am a meaningful journey

Not a cinch futile



I am the odour of the rose

I am the beautiful eyes of a child's face

I am the extra mile you love to walk for your favourite ice-cream

I am of expicit race



I am uncontrollably credulous

I am still the same

I just am the authentic lady

I don't get lured by fame



I am an intelligent notion

I am not a snag

I am a patronage to you

I am not a gag



I am the pearl of the ocean

I am lush green tree

I am the dignified purity of nature

Because I believe "I am ME"



- Asawari

नेता बनाम .."पैचान कौन ??"

देशप्रेम का पाठ सही , मैं पढ़ा नहीं सकता

मजलूमों के दुःख-दर्द को बाट नहीं सकता

देश की तरक्की के लिए सोच नही सकता

दहेज़ प्रथा खुदके घर में तक रोक नहीं सकता

पैचान कौन? कौन हूँ मैं?

क्या कहा , गद्दार हूँ?

क्या कहा , देशद्रोही हूँ?

सभामंचों पर देशप्रेम के गीत  गता हूँ

पर समाज में धर्म की दीवार बनता हूँ

विपदा में लोगों को देख , मैं मुंह फेरता हूँ

 विदेशी माल की दिन-रात मैं माला जपता हूँ

पैचान कौन? कौन हूँ मैं?

क्या कहा गद्दार हूँ?

क्या कहा. देशद्रोही हूँ?

.....

देशप्रेम है मेरे लिए बस "सेमिनार" का एक "सैशन "

या है वो फैन्सी-ड्रेस  का कोई  "आईटम !"

जवानों के हाल की मुझे न कोई "टेंशन "

मुझे तो बस चैनलों  पर चाहिए 

हर हाल में "अटैंशन" !

ठीक पहचाना -

हाँ मैं देशद्रोही हूँ

हाँ मैं गद्दार हूँ

नेता के लिबास में

अब रावण का अवतार हूँ .. !

Zindagi

ज़िन्दगी एक पहेली है , बूझूं मै कैसे ?

नहीं होती वैसी , दिखाई देती हो जैसे

यकीं हो जिस बात पर पूरा , वही काम रह जाए अधूरा

सपनो की लहरों को, न किनारा मिला हो जैसे

सपनो की दुनिया ये कितनी निराली

ले जाये वहां जहाँ नज़रे भी न डालीं

अचानक अँधेरा गहराया हो जैसे

तूफां का आलम छाया हो जैसे

कहीं बिखरे हैं कुछ ख्वाबों के टुकड़े

चुभते तीर-से , बीती दुनिया के दुखड़े 

समझ सका न समझा सका कोई

चांदनी क्यों चाँद की मौजूदगी में रोई

पतझड़ के बाद है बहार आती

गुमसुम कलियाँ फिर खिलखिलातीं

नज़ारे देख आँखे जगमगातीं

ख्वाबों की दुनिया में फिर डूब जातीं

नजरिया मेरा शायद बदल गया हो ऐसे

क्यूंकि होती नहीं दिखाई देती है जैसे

ज़िन्दगी एक पहेली है .

" भला बूझूं  मैं  कैसे ?"

No Fullstop to Art...

Art...is the need to live a life with freedom and experience its utmost strength by being close to nature ..to wildlife..to people..mob.. Its a very straight , transparent kind of inflow of energy from an inspiration to an amateur..


There are many types of art forms ..and since I hail from a family where my grand pa had a flavour of dramatics , where my mom and dad are performing in theatre past 20 years..so I've been born and brought , ate and drank theatre , music and dance from my very early childhood.

I think every human being can't appreciate art because you need to really know first what is happening around then only you can understand its beauty.I have learnt and still learning many things from my mom and dad about drama and music and dance and I really wan't to apply the knowledge i have in some useful way..some constructive manner.

As it is said " there's no age to learn"...and the fact that I'm just 17...so .I guess I have plenty to learn from hundreds of people and the story countinues......

Memorising The Unfolds

Terrorism doesn't reveal the state of shock
Nor does it tell the story of madness
People creating terrorism are , but in disguise
Unprotected & ungifted soals of sadness

This sadness sweeps till the bottom of their hearts
And there creats an unhealthy silence,
Leaving behind a great loss of feelings
Pushing the half-lived torso into a the drift of sin

This silence is neither peace nor vaccum
But is the sound terror
Scrathing away the inert joy of all
And tearing innocent livlihood into pieces
Like scattered pieces of broken mirror

Not all different , not less drastic
Like the black day of Amritsar massacre
Changing the place doesn't change lives
Neither blood , nor the wholesome country

Administrative promises failing to overcome
The horrifying blood-shed of thousands
Who lost their lives
And those who fought the last second
For the rest ...safe.

Still the sound of prayers is larger than the bullet guns
The strength of fighting back is more than the aims of the terrorists
The temple lamp has turned into a massive blazing fire
That would burn till the last oil of blood remains

Togather we stand
Hand in hand
To watch the sunrise before them
And subside their intensions before the sun sets
Paying homage to the brave warriors and
To the many innocents
Condolense care and affection we give
And promise to save our motherland
On all possible ends.
- Asawari Savarikar --- ashi (greif sharer) 15 yrs , Bhopal

The Sublime -TIME

TIME-like a ballerina's waist-ring
Having no start and nowhere an ending
To look at its a colourful circular thing
It knows nothing but just to swing.
And time -like a wizard's magic crystal
'cause when the TIME ARRIVES, its all just mystical.
Time like the purest of everything of all
Time like the heavenly, the God.
Time like the vast ocean Time like the waves
We try to save the transient sand memories
And the silence-breaker washes 'em away.
And again, Time- like the colourful rainbow splashes happiness;
Time- becoming the new born child forgetting all the menace,
And in a swish, dropping all gloomy days so far,
TIME remains the unique dazzling 'Pole Star'....
-Ashi