I would love to

A message from one to another. 

 

 

And when this all will be over,

Would you take a walk with me?

We shall revisit our favourite places,

Drink lots and lots of coffee.

Crib about calorie intake

while eating a 3 course meal

and share that pudding cake,

Your presence makes me heal.

Talk about our days

and laugh at our old mistakes.

Convey so much without saying,

Let our eyes do the talking.

You pick me up and I shall drop you later,

Hours pass while we discuss silly matters.

And then when this all will be over,

Would you take a walk with me?

I know I would want to

Because I Love You.

 

 

Old strings new tunes

In the deepest corner of my room

6 old strings stood from distant past.

It wasn’t an accident that I discovered

Something which was already there since the start.

Many fond memories ran like a reel

Inside the projector of my heart

And then suddenly I started to feel

As if a sin had been committed on my part.

Old tunes stopped and strings never reverberated

Because I gave up on them,

Fallacy got me distracted.

I gave up on them.

Music was lost after a while

And I had to fill that void with noise.

We never love something which is not our style

6 old strings were my choice.

But now I am back and they are still there

Waiting to be played.

With old strings and new tunes I today declare

Resumption of my parade.

Even in the loudest nights now,

My tunes shall not fade.

We always return to the place we belong. We always find the things which are meant for us. Even though we walk away from them, life gets us back to them and it is at that moment when we realise that it was all meant to be.

Nishant, The Poet and the Pen

कुछ लोग

Caring has many forms.

 

 

उन्होंने सोचा यह संभाल नहीं पायेगा,
अकेला दर्द उठा नहीं पायेगा,
ज्यादा दूर चल नहीं पायेगा,
हार के वापिस यही आएगा.

आंसू उसके कमजोर लगे,
समझने वाले भी समझ न सके,
बिना कोई बात कहे,
चल दिए सब अपने रास्ते.

अरे वह तो उनमें से था जो सबको संभालता था,
रोके भी हार नहीं मानता था.
हमेशा अपनों का साथ देता था,
खुद बुरा बनके अपनों को समझा लेता था.

उसकी तो राह हमेशा से ही अलग थी,
जिसमें उसने खुद संघर्ष लिखी थी,
सच्चे दिल को समझ सके ऐसी किसकी समझ थी?
वह खुद था अपने साथ, उसे किसकी कमी थी?

वह रोया जरूर पर वापिस नहीं आया.
अपना रास्ता उसने फिरसे बनाया.
जब जब जरुरत पड़ी उसने दुसरो का समझाया,
और चलता रहा चुप चाप जैसे की कोई साया

Styles of Poetry_Sonnet

Blessed are those who can read tangled lines and see things straight. This Poem has been inspired from someone who recently made me realise the importance of Silence and Absence and to that Person, I just want to say, “You know what you mean to me and I am glad to have you as a friend nay Brother”.

 

O’ believer, I believe so as well,

Silence and Absence created the tell.

But Voice lured them in and casted a spell,

Dooming their purpose, standing as they fell.

Forever synonymous to weakness,

The righteous ones had become undesired.

Shadowing their power and uniqueness.

 

 

But epiphany struck Voice bit too hard,

Or believer’s believed one played his card.

Through ears Voice whispered of the two nobles,

And repented its action while they starred.

For far too long they were misjudged and away,

Silence and Absence of Words too can say,

Messages that resound, reason and stay.