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Apnoon Ka Saath – अपनों का साथ

कुछ लोगों को हम रिश्तों की,
बुनियाद सिखाने चले थे । x 2

वो चल दिए तो हमने पाया की
हमारे अपने रिश्ते बिखरे पड़े थे । x 2

चंद परछाइयों को हम हमने अपनों से ज्यादा सच माना
पर परछाइयों की तो फितरत है
अँधेरे में साथ छोड़ जाना ।

उस काली रोशिनी में एकाएक किसी ने
मेरा हाथ था थामा ,
पर ग़म के उस सागर में डूबे थे हम
की उस साथ का एहसान भी न माना ।

उजाला तो वही था पर ऑंखें हम दबा रखे थे,
खुशियों के उस सागर में भी हम
दिल में ग़म दबा रखे थे ।

एक आस थी ऐसी की वो खोया था जो
फिर वो वापस आएगा ,
हमारा हाथ थाम , हमारी आँखें खोल
हमे भी गोते लगवाएगा ।

उस अँधेरे वाले साथ ने फिर हमे गले से लगाया
और कहा की पास कहीं है
व्रक्ष की घनी छाया ।

मेरे अंतरमन ने बोल की क्यों तू है इतना रॊता ,
आँखें खोल , दुनिया देख,
न रह जा ऐसे सॊता ।

कोई न आएगा मदद को , जो खुद मदद न कर सका ,
तुझे ग़म देनें वाले तुझसे छीन लेंगे सारे सखा ।

पर मैं तो था एक जीवंत प्राणी
जो सांस चलते भी था मर पड़ा
पाल रहा था अपने दर्द को
कर रहा था उसे हर क्षण बड़ा ।

शायद जो पास थे उन्हें मैं देख न पाया
और दूर जाने वालों को मैं रॊक न पाया ।

मुझे चाहने वाले तो थे अभी भी
पर शायद मैं उन्हें कभी छह न पाया
और ये सच मैं औरों में कभी भी देख न पाया ।

अरे दोषी क्यों ठहरता है जो खुद दोषी तू रहा है
औरों से तू मांगता स्नेह पर अपनों की तुझे न परवाह है ।

नींद खुलेगी तब पायेगा
की क्या क्या तूने खोया है
अपनों का बलिदान न देखा
क्यूंकि हर उस क्षण तू रूया है ।

अभी समय है , आज बदल जा ,
देख तू क्या पा सकता है ,
अरे चले गए दो जाने वाले ,
पर निष्फल प्रेम तुझे अपनों का
आज भी हर पल मिलता है ।

मरा नहीं है मुर्ख अभी तू
न हुआ लुप्त कोई प्राणी है
दर्द भरा जो तेरे मन में
उस दर्द की न कोई वाणी है ।

यह सोच के मैंने आँखें खोली ,
और पाया कितना थक हूँ मैं ,
मेरे अपने करह रहे पीड़ा से ,
पर मदद करने से रुक हूँ मैं ।

पर आज मैं अपने अंतर्मन को हार नहीं दिलवाऊंगा ,
खुशियों के इस अपर सागर में ,
मैं सबको गोते लगवाऊंगा ।

क्यूंकि ख़ुशी मिलेगी हर गोते में ,
जब सब साथ आजायेंगे ,
साथ हँसेंगे , साथ गायेंगे ,
और साथ अपनों के हम सब मिलके
अपने ग़म भूल जायेंगे ।

शुभंशु मिश्रा

How to write poetry with feel

How to write poem with a feel

How to write poem with a feel

Sitting one fine afternoon,
With musings in my head,
Looking back in time,
Thinking about the road ahead.

I don’t know why I wish to write,
A poem right now about my plight,
Its just a piece which flows out loud,
Inside my head which is always proud.

To call it plight is an instant thought,
Probably because of my vocabulary drought,
Its a feeling more profound than that,
Of goodness, confusion running like Jerry the rat.

Ramblings like these make sense no more,
But I note down thoughts to create my own folklore.
Being lazy about it is the usual way to go,
Sometimes I tell that habit a big big NO!!!

A lonely man in a lonely world,
Linked to all yet connected to none,
The crowd is all around in tons,
Firing at each other with each of their guns,

Sometime the guns are fired,
Other times not,
Shooting bullets of colors, music making people dance,
And other times leaving bodies to rot.

Music today is not touching at all,
Songs are not able to create that free fall,
The legs don’t want to dance right now,
Tired like the eyes below my brow.

But then the fingers type,
And I think in my mind,
The background track I play is Time,
And new rhymes I begin to find.

Now its time to get back to work,
The poem composed is a very nice perk,
The talk with myself is still a bit left,
About the title of the poem you have just read.

The song is ending and so is my time,
The title of the poem is not in my mind,
So I will call it simple but real,
“How to write poetry with feel”.

— Shubhanshu Mishra

Youth Leadership

Recently I encountered a question asking “How do you define Youth Leadership ?” on Quora and I found it a pretty good opportunity to reflect back on my experiences of youth leadership during my time in AIESEC. Here are my views on the topic. You can read the full answer on Quora.

My Moment

There are phases in life when we break down completely, devoid of all focus, goals and hopes. Some individuals help us pick ourselves up, trying their best but we can only get up when we make those first steps to our revival. When we start making those small victories count again because we want to win a bigger battle once more. That is the time we get on all fours, pick ourselves up, try and just try honestly to stand tall. Taking one step at a time, asking for help, feeling better, creating new moments for ourselves. Moments which inspire us to do more and become more. And finally after all that trying, clawing to small opportunities in life once again we become 100%. We see the light and we rise again. We reach the pinnacle of aspirations once again. That moment we feel bliss. This was one such moment. My moment =)

Leadership is a broad term which encompasses many values like:

  • Taking responsibility
  • Being Passionate
  • Driving change
  • Standing out in the crowd
  • Inspiring people around you
  • Building a team
  • Reaching goals
  • Creating more leaders
  • Being a role model
  • And many more …

Leadership is not dependent of age a prep school kid can also be a leader by taking responsibility sincerely given to them by their teacher, parents, by helping their friends become better.

A leader can also be a 100 year old individual who can share their experience with individuals and inspire them to live a better life.

A youth leader however is crucial to the ecosystem of leadership in this world as  they not only have the wisdom after a few years of knowledge and facing life but they also have the exuberance to perform, the energy which they can induce in others through their acts. A youth leader has crossed the nascent stage of learning passionately and acting swiftly and is also at the stage where they can talk and justify their acts through the wisdom they have earned in the years.

Usually we would classify a youth leader as someone between the age of 17-30. An individual who is passionate about something and is leading either a team or just themselves towards achieving that goal. They are individuals who can communicate their passion through their acts and inspire others to join it as well.

There are lot of organizations focusing on evangelizing youth leadership all over the world. [Youth leadership]

The best ones among them which have centers in Pakistan as well are:

Merry X-mas

Merry Xmas

Merry Xmas

Today is the day,
When Santa is away.
To share the gifts,
With the wish it fits.
Jingle bells ring,
And reindeers sing,
Greetings of friends,
Are adding to the bling.
Today is the day,
We level up again,
With cakes and pastries,
And motivation insane.
To change the world,
In small steps we can.
By acts of love,
And sharing kindness we must,
It is the best way,
To wish a super merry X-mas. =)

Shubhanshu Mishra

Warrior for Life

Warrior For Life

Warrior For Life

Warrior For Life

To fight like a warrior,
To break every barrier,
I march swiftly on my chariot,
Blowing away my clarion,
I look fear in the eye,
Fearless and never ever shy,
The battle winds are blowing hard,
Striking inside me the valiant chord,
I fall, I fail,
I shriek, I wail,
I get scratched and sometimes wounded,
Sometimes I also get pounded,
Yet every time I fail,
A new ship I try to set on sail,
Towards the dawn which is bound to come,
Erase the nights full of humdrum,
I lament about those defeated times,
When all my music failed to rhyme,
Yet there were times that thumped my heart,
Trophies of glory all filled in my cart,
My sword remembers that mighty clanging,
Slashing one by one the enemy ganging.
The path I was forced to tread alone,
Changed my life’s very tone.
To quit my war never crossed my mind,
Except once, when I escaped its bind.
Sometimes some battles are not to be won,
Because they never lead you to a rising sun,
But wars always are supposed to be fought,
Till death because they can’t be lost,
And yet there are some ventures unique,
Which require the formation of a new boutique.
A problem solved is like a medal earned,
A lesson which taught more than what was ever learned.
The wars I have fought are of infinite type,
Some won by wits and others by might,
Sometimes the foe is right in front,
A respected bow and a fierce grunt,
The pride is there and so is the honor,
Even a loss can never leave you feeling like a loner,
Because you earn a friend in a foe,
Who will attack hard, with confidence you know.
And there are times of fighting in the dark,
Because sometimes the attack looks just like a lark,
The one in-front with gun won’t fire,
The one at your back you should never hire,
It pains the most when you are faced with deceit,
But you are to blame because you forgot to pay heed,
As all war is deception, warned a very learned one,
Look at your past and you will find exception to it none,
To cheat death is where it started from,
Memorable were the times you took your sword to a prom,
The cheering of your fans and the greetings of your friends,
You head held up high and never ever it bends.
The ones who hit from the back should never be blamed,
They are the ones to be caught and then to be tamed,
The wars I discussed are not all about a human foe,
Most deal with the problems I don’t even know,
Yet solving each is like winning the war,
Once one is done, my heart yearns for more,
There is no blood, there is no gore,
But an opportunity to become a remembered folklore.
Whenever I meet the warrior within,
Fighting as if he has agitated a bee hive,
I tell him to fight hard still aspiring for the win,
And remember that I am that Warrior for Life.
— Shubhanshu Mishra
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