Addicts are already struggling, don’t add to their misery.

It’s not that I am scared of the reality,

I tried my best but I failed.

This burden with whom I cannot agree,

Has led me to become an addict, jailed.

Instead of a bail, I hear virdict,

Even from those who aren’t even a judge.

Failing miserably doesn’t make me a convict,

For I did try, I did drudge.

My time seems near for I have walked far,

But even misery can make you wise.

Next time you see an addict in a bar,

Don’t judge but look into their eyes.

~Audio to come soon.

 

Every morning I take 30 steps,

From my bed to the main door.

Game for the day thus sets in motion,

30 steps determine how much I will score.

 

All the while I seek 3 lines,

What do I want to do today?

How bad do I want it?

Where do I need to improve?

 

What I want is to do better than yesterday,

And I want this feeling every single day.

I lack skills in every direction,

I suppose I am an idiot is what we should all say.

 

With these 30 I leave my house,

Ready to dance to today’s tune,

Every morning from my bed to the main door,

I set myself up as the World impugns.

My identity is through my words and my genuinity is in my eyes. Hear to know and see to believe.

 

kka

 

रेत

कहते है कलम में तलवार से ज्यादा धार होती है,
रक्त बेह जाता है पर स्याही कहती रहती है.
में एक लेखक हूँ जो रेत से है बना,
सुनने यह रेत क्या कहती है.

जितना बांधोगे उतना में उडूंगा,
अपना रास्ता में खुद चुनूंगा,
सोच हूँ में, मुझे पकड़ नहीं सकोगे,
सच बोलू तोह शायद पूरी तरह समझ नहीं सकोगे.

आइना हूँ में जो सच दिखाता है,
खुद की गलती से दुसरो को सिखाता है,
नहीं जनता मुझे कौन कब पढ़ेगा,
लेखक वह है जो हमेशा सच कहेगा.

खुश करना मेरी फितरत नहीं,
दुःख देना मेरा पेशा नहीं,
दिखावट के परे दिखा सकू, रेत हूँ,
सच को शब्दों में उतार सकू, तभी में एक लेखक हूँ.

It is always lovely to connect with like minded people and even more amazing when they share the same interest as you.

This Poem is a bit different for it depicts the writing of two different Poets. Yes, you read it right.

I proudly present to all my readers a Poem from two Poetic minds.

Let’s understand and find Passion with yours truly,

Nishant, nishantgang.com and

Pooja, https://inkofmusing.com/

Check out more amazing Poems @inkofmusing

 

Rarely found is what I seek to bound,

A key to a treasure which is only for thee.

Passion is our mind’s sound,

For it is where we become free.

Beats with heart and courses through the veins,

Proliferating individuality of thee.

To the World, it’s madness or maybe an act of pain,

But for some it is the reason to be.

Passion is life beyond boundaries

Let’s look at the funny aspect of our lives, alright?

Let’s laugh a little. Enough with all the sadness and lectures and drama and stuff.

 

Life starts at school,

Where with a backpack we try to act cool.

Some score high and some low, however,

In front of our “Einstein” friends we end up as a fool.

 

Later comes extra curricular,

Where we are expected to explore.

But our crush is not in the same group.

Last I remember, I was out cold on the gym floor.

 

Teenage is already so hard,

One day I am playing make believe,

The other I am dealing cards.

Is it weird to think, me and my buddies are Avengers: Earth’s guards?

 

Have you been to college yet,

Trust me its a roller coaster ride.

Life will start taking your bets,

Even with backlogs you will one day stride.

 

So I am working now, or at least I am supposed to,

Still haven’t figured out the How, only similarity between me and you.

Yet we work so hard at times, either to stay in office or to flea from sight.

When my system gets frozen I take it as a sign, I am hungry, let’s grab a bite.

 

In short, I have written a long post,

But hey, who said life is fair.

Oh my Einstein friend, scarier than a ghost,

Let’s see who blinks first in the game of stare.

 

It is the predictable we adore,

The detectable we choose to buy.

If consistency is to strive for,

Being consistently inconsistent is my try.

Fact remains simple, nothing is for sure,

Those who act as consistent infact actually lie.

कारवां

चारो ओर संगीत है,
बंद आँखों में भी एक गीत है.
मंज़िल से ज्यादा रास्तो का नशा है,
मंजिल तो बस एक रीत है.

तलाश तो कार्वोह में खोने की है,
क्युकी खुद से मुलाकात वही लिखी है,
नहीं पड़ता फरक की बात गलत या सही है,
कार्वोह में ही मुझे असलियत मिली है.

हर मोड़ पे सब सुलझता लगता है,
सफर करता रहता हूँ ओर साया भी साथ चलता है.
कार्वोह में एक अलग सा सुकून झलकता है,
सच बोलू तो खुद को खो के ही पाना अच्छा लगता है.

सफर में पता नहीं क्या नज़ारा दिख जाये
जाने कौन सी बात यह बंजारा सीख जाये,
हर दिन एक नई कहानी लिख सकू में,
न जाने कौनसे कारवां में मुझे मेरी मंज़िल मिल जाये.