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Aarav Sharma Poem
In Memories of dead
Many questions arise-
Where does he reside now?
Are we in his sight?
Oh! Where have you gone?
You were once among us ,
And yet alone.
If only I could met you once more,
To ask and understand.
But now , you're within nature,
Everywhere,elsewhere,
And yet, to be found nowhere.
Copyright © Aarav Sharma | Year Posted 2024
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Aarav Sharma Poem
When there was a complete silence
surrounding me,
A breeze of low whisper came.
From where? I wonder,
Looking down at my feet.
No, it is not from them,
Then ,I proceed to bring
my ears near to the ground.
Aha! from here it is,
but how ?
and what?
To find the answers
I paused for a moment
waiting for it to come again.
And it came again
But now as a scream
Trahimaam!-protect us
as loud as thunder!
Who will protect and whom to?
from who ?
The questions grew
Then I heard deeper-
hearing those who
are lifting the very ground
on which I stood,
I saw them as well as
those few for
which they are lifting,
surprising it was.
More shocking of it all-
I saw myself in both the places
among downs ,among ups
how and why?
The more I realise
the guilt becomes deeper.
I saw those dying
by the immense weights
but for whom-those who
never dared to look down.
Trahimaam! again!
Expecting a helping hand
of the one higher than the
people in peaks.
However,They cannot dare to even
have a touch of disbelief.
They cannot question-
'Are those hands only
for the ones above?'
They cannot look up to the sky.
Scared I was
looking for distractions
to ignore the situation.
But once again
it came
Trahimaam!-the scream of not
only human but others too.
Then... finally there came the distractions
Now, I was there
but the silence was gone.
I carried on not ever mentioning about this.
And,that silence was never achieved again
so the screams were never heard
Anymore.
Copyright © Aarav Sharma | Year Posted 2026
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Aarav Sharma Poem
Some are happy because
they have a "reason" for it.
Some are because ,
'Happiness does not require
any reason'
And I am
neither of them.
Copyright © Aarav Sharma | Year Posted 2026
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It takes the deepest desire
to describe
what all has been growing through
in this youthful mind who have
put away the lifeless ashes
of wisdom aside.
It just really wants...
the soft touch of her that
makes burn all his egoistic literacy.
The calming ever smiling lotus face
is enough for him to
conquer the worldly.
It longs for the most gentled taut hug ,
that comes in his dreams,
where the chest
meets the breasts,
where arms of one
immerses the other completely,
making forget their own smell
while discovering the other guilelessly.
Lingers in it
the taste of the sweet fruitful lips.
That are calling him
with a honeyed melody
And urging him to do the kiss,
A state of infinite bliss,
In which one's warm face
gets cooled by the breeze
of other's breath.
It would love to visit
the place where there isn't else any
no thee, no me
no superiority of 'knowing it all'.
rather a consensual blend of purely
innocent souls.
In his words,
he needs it each and entire,
as it is his utter most desire,
but dwells within him
the only ache
to wait for the wine to age,
for the time to come.
Till he prepares the expanse
of wide peacock wings of his own
alluring to show dominance
for the heart's salient want.
Copyright © Aarav Sharma | Year Posted 2026
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I bow to the one ,
who bears a ever
smiling lotus face.
I bow to the ultimate bestower
of everything.
She is the one who
at will can flow in creativity and
give intellect to anyone.
I bow to the one
who is always holding a Veena
in her hand and
dressed in serene white.
I bow to her
who can even make a
non believer wonder.
I bow to one present
in very essence of life itself.
I bow to the one
I bow to the one
May I finally request her
To reside in my vicinity?
Copyright © Aarav Sharma | Year Posted 2026
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As a poet
as far as I am,
I can surely tell
It is painful to rhyme.
Much more it is,
to bear these words
with greatest of senses.
But I believe I can
While attempting my best
So here it is one,
Let's put it to a test.
Today, for a few
Let me tell you
the wisdom of those dusty pages
of the ages
which carry the epistomology
of these verses.
They answer that-
'How words lifeless like these
to read
and to hear
cause us to please and to care?'
First and foremost,
The sound of rhythm
does the work enough
And
then the play of words
makes up the whole.
Next,
About the beauty tied to
the letters
makes it uneasy to ignore.
The description of senses
May take deep into denses
So do lookout for the tree of depth
that can even tempt you
to think about the miracle of life
And the truth of death.
Furthermore,
Let's not ignore
the devices
of these verses,
and dig out together all the
treasure of literacies.
Oh..
What a foolish I am?
To end the page
By ignoring the significances
of non rhymes.
Finally,
I would like to tell
The most hidden of all-
'It's all just beauty
And a beautiful poetry.'
Copyright © Aarav Sharma | Year Posted 2026
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