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Seekheingey duniyadaari ham bhi Pehle Nirswaarth Ka putla bankar Bass ik Baar us rotey huye ko chup karwaa kar Kuch bhukhon ko khaana de kar Kuchh bachon ko khilauney de Kar Kuchh samay vridh aashram mein ja Kar Kuchh bimaaron Ka haal poochkar Koshish karengey dwaakhaaney mein chaar paisey daan de Kar Shaamil ho jaayengey Bhagwan Teri duniya mein  ik tinka bankar (JSharma) ***** Har saans mein aarzu dam bharti hai Kuchh jaante Hain hakeekat Karna unko Kuchh khwaabon mein hi guzaar lete hain Kuchh seham k Umar kaat lete Hain Kuchh nazar na honey Ka maatam karte hain Saaz bhi wahi rooh chhootein Hain Jo dard ki chingari ko hawa karte hain Vo ibaadat kya kareinge Jinhei zindagi hi saza lagti hai Marz ko baazaar mein numayiish k liye rakha kyon Zinda dilli rakhiye Har lamha saugaat ho Jayega Rohaaniyat ki keemat nahi Ye to man-kundan mein basti hai (Jimmy Sharma) ****** Vo Jo himmat Zinda-dili ki missal thi bujha Di Bina kissi kasoor Vo dhadkegaa ab ...

In item songs, don't the male performers along with the male lead (if there is a male lead) endorse a gang rape mentality (culture) by projecting the female performer as a piece of flesh evoking their lust? No aesthetic touch ! No artistic and creative  dance moves! No expression of 'masti' and fun-frolic motif! Language choice is given a damn How do the makers put blame on public choice? Where is our conscience gone when we dance to the same tunes in public gatherings and other dance parties ? Where do our teachings go when we prepare our kids to perform on such dance numbers?

Who teaches children to grow as  rapists murderers Cynic liars Not family  ? Not society? Not any system? But dont kids become constructs  of indifference after they turn 7 or 8 With the indirect training The insult and fights in the houses With the abusive language they gradually receive the signals in minds Of the disrespect for others Of the casual attitude that is deemed funky By the time they become teens Watching a porn or passing a vulgar comment is a common scene  they are bound to encounter Perhaps parents are busy in earning and creating a comfortable life for their children The time when the teenagers are on the surge Nobody bothers to talk to them And then they dont bother They dont give a damn With the lovers or the beloveds See the changing scenario For some Alcohol is now new sign of being modern Getting physical at a small acquaintance is now an argument for liberty People are shouting for justice But who are nouris...

Echoes Within is my first poetry collection. It has forty four poems which paint a collage of different emotions of love, loss, social awareness, feminist concerns and God's presence. These poems advocate fellow feelings and the importance of empathy for others' grief. I am delighted that my gurus, my professors graced the event of my book-launch yesterday at panchkula ...I offered this book as an offering to what they have taught me. This book is now available online at  https://www.amazon.in/dp/B07DQRJSLV The book is available at Prism Book Store, Kurukshetra University market.

Often I see many young people lost and dejected Lost in some musings Of disappointment in exam-results Of distraction from infatuation Of broken heart or choice of wrong people I am not a seer or a wise philosopher But surely an observer of life I believe life is not to be wasted by keeping inside all the feelings unshared Talk, involve in Dialogue With your parents Your siblings Your cousins But never showcase your grief Mistakes are meant to be made For we are humans But remember we need to talk We don't need to hide to make the matter more worse Many young people mistake infatuation with love They distract themselves in love In mobiles In internet With no focus on aim No deliberation on future This is the worst When they turn inactive and dumb cattle driven Big bungalows, big cars and stylish dresses look good in day dreaming But to own all these and a peaceful state of mind they need to study hard With a set routine, a right attitude and hard wor...

Bemoaning and sobbing for the dead past exhaust the relief of joys of the living present The solitary heart, then waste what is acquired and melts into the brutal display of a long complaining desire The dispossessed begins to whimper dissolves lively endowments in tears and clings to the broken moon of unfulfilled yearnings and irrepressible fears; unknown to others The constant personal striving and the spirit of resilience pump in the heart the vital endeavour to become a cultivator that uproots weeds of grief and become worthy holder of true belief The heart, then seeks visionary patterns of genuineness and peace and experience buoyant life and happiness with endurance, progression and goodness --Jimmy Sharma #poetry #Poems #poetrycircle #life #philosophy

Rangon Ka libaas banya bhagwan ne jab Socha unonein --- ab, srishti mukammal hui Kya maaloom tha Rangon se duniya pheeki Kar lega insaan Rang gora to rishta pakka Rang kaala--- isse rehne do  koi aur dekho Zara seerat ko bhi samjhein ham Har baat soorat mein Nahi Hoti Rang sanwlaa ya gora Fark tab karta hai Jab Dil mein ye ghull jaye Ek Kaala dil Ek Saaf Dil Saari Duniya badal deta hai Ek Burayi se Ek achhayi se (JSharma)