About Nishant Gang

An engineer who finds joy, comfort and peace by writing Poems. Come with me and escape the reality word by word.

Tears

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.

Judged

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.”

Poetry Series, Episode: 2

Title: Persistence

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.

Poetry Series, Episode: 1

Title: Enlightening Night

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.

Series of Regrets

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.

Flowers

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.

Forgetful yet Grateful

What if I forget the purpose of tomorrow?

Will it still welcome me like today?

Perhaps I should write it down

Because I won’t remember what I say.

From years, my life is now reduced to a day

Because I forget yesterday’s Sun.

All I remember from my past is that,

Life should be a splendid one

And here I am recollecting

Each day everything and everyone.

But it’s alright I believe

Because as hard as it is

My memory is very short lived

And so is my pain.

I get to know my loved ones again and again.

Perhaps tomorrow I will utter the same words,

And won’t remember my audience again

But for today I just wanted to say…

Sorry, I forgot. Let me try again.

Once in a lifetime

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That once in a lifetime moment,

usually comes very discreetly.

In the end we don’t look back at the celebration,

but the moment we finally achieved victory.

Hauntingly beautiful, isn’t it?

and perhaps that is fair.

We cannot ever predict it

For it is a once in a lifetime affair.