Trails of tears read a story
whose ending was not wished.
Some are dark, some light,
some faded, while some not visible,
Yet, everyone carries one.
They tell you about the person
who is and not was.
Comprises of the lesson
linked forever to their heart.
Trails of tears always last.
Who hurt you, doesn’t matter.
They are from days past.
Yes, it has been a while since I stopped hiding behind rhymed verses and connected with the world. When I say the world, I also mean Me.
A lot can be said about the year 2020. It started off with so much energy and motivation and goals and dreams but then everything just became that. The whole world became one under attack and has been fighting against this ungodly virus ever since.
We will triumph one day. We always have and we always will.
But enough about the sadness and negativity of 2020. There is plenty of that going around. Let us take a few minutes and realise the good side of 2020. We connected with ourselves and our loved ones. We came home.
Well, not all but yeah many did. I, myself, have not visited my home since last year Oct. It’s been over an year since I saw my family and it is hard tbh. But it is also necessary, for their safety.
Don’t worry, I will power through. I always have and I always will.
While I have been battling this pandemic alone, it would be unfair to recognise the ones who are here. My friends have been by my side since day 1 and we all have become a family here. We take care of each other.
See that is the thing. Humans are good at taking care of others but not of themselves. Maybe it because of evolution, maybe not. Who knows…who cares.
Another who has been standing right next to me and keeping me sane and safe is, you guys! (My blog).
Every time I couldn’t sleep or had rough days, The Poet and the Pen allowed me to vent it all out to a crowd who was listening without even knowing. Thank you for listening.
We write and share and create because this is who we are. We were born to create and not just observe. Every time a Poet pens down a Poem or every time a painter paints out of imagination or every time a cook makes a food from heart or any time any creative person does something which isn’t there in the world, We add something to this long legacy called Humanity.
No, I haven’t forgotten you…Poetry. I love you from the bottom of my heart. Thank you for being with me all this while. I am certain, I would not have been here if it wasn’t for you. This is my letter to you…
Allowing the concealment of virtues and sins
and creating a different world altogether.
World of rhymed lanes and paragraphed cities
where many dwell and become better,
O’Poetry, you jumbled veracity
Love is what I hold for you.
Love, your innate emotion.
Hope you’ll allow me to be with you
and write stories about my stories
in the perfectly stacked lyrical format.
Poetry is to a Poet what air is to a Poet.
Let’s continue walking together.
I believe, we are all given certain gifts and that it is our duty to use that gift for creating a better world. I hope mine is Poetry. I hope you find yours too. One day I hope we all can celebrate the real me and you.
No, I haven’t forgotten you.
वह हस्सी अब धुंदली दिखती है,
जिस पर मुझे नाज़ हुआ करता था…
आँखे भी अब कहा सच देखती है,
सच न जाने क्या हुआ करता था…
जब रौशनी गिरती है चेहरे पे,
उसके पीछे का अँधेरा ज्यादा दिखता है…
सुबह का सूरज नया दिन नहीं लाता,
रात की नींद दिन में मिलती है…
फिर भी यह दुनिया चलती है.
और चलना भी चाइये, क्युकि सही है.
बस एक बार यह धुंधलापन मिट जाये,
वह हस्सी यही कही छिपी है.
While it felt like being let go
by the hand holders of past,
little did I know that
I was being pulled forward at last
by those who would become my everything.
Least expected ones make up for most.
Separation from the old does hurt
but only for a while till the void remains.
Today I know those whom I can trust
and call them whenever it pains
only to know that they will not only listen
but make it go away.
I hope these ones do stay.
I also know that none lasts forever
and that itself is the dare.
It’s all about learning from the one who is here
and later allowing them to pass but love and care
because life is only as long as that dare.
They exfoliate the chaos
and bind strength,
Tears are misunderstood.
A benevolent affair that
makes it blurry
and ends with a feeling, good.
Contrary to notion,
they signify courage and acceptance.
Nothing scares us more than feelings
that lay hidden deep somewhere.
Blood runs down the skin
when the flesh is peeled
but tears run down when
the hurt wishes to be healed.
Perpetuity makes it difficult
to change and be better.
Tears break that chain,
Tears don’t make you any lesser.
Pace in his walk was quite high
and his eyes resembled with those who are shy.
Frantically he kept looking for an escape
from the gathering of people seeking the Why.
Words sounded bleak when he spoke
like a guilty child who just broke
something really expensive or special,
His innocence seemed circumstantial.
For acting different he became the attraction
and also a muse for others’ satisfaction.
It seemed he was about to get caught
with whatever inconsistency he had brought.
Later he was seen leaving with a smile
after being with us all for a while.
Before leaving, he kept a letter on each table,
Which said: “In every line we speak, every other is Judged.”
And then we wait
for the fate to unveil
the destined path
with our names on it.
Unsettling, this uncertainty
expects us to be mature.
Most daunting tranquility
which me must endure.
Suddenly the wait then seizes
and bares with it another one.
A new wait thus comes into existence,
wait and wait, oh! Persistence.
Like the silence that hums at night,
I have adopted the shadow
and have been standing,
waiting for the dawn to break.
Hope it will be exhilarating.
While gazing over the horizon,
I realised this too is a horizon to someone
who might be seeking
his or her morning Sun.
In silence I found my peace and realised that
even a night can be an enlightening one.
Another crops up before you forget
the one you just had.
Regrets, a lifetime affair,
must be endured even when glad.
It’s a series without any order,
Often reflected when sad.
Despite having the knowledge,
You regret over what you once had
and somehow end up
with one more to add.
It’s not a choice and that is the only regret.
It says that they spread an aromatic fragrance
when they bloom and are bright.
It also says that they wither under harshness
and die down when deprived of light.
Interact with life that comes flying around
and have their own colour to every sight.
Grow up, reach their prime, bloom and later perish,
yet stand everyday as it is right.
It here speaks of flowers and their life,
While I thought it meant us humans.
