This song is just too special. The first time I heard this song I was in tears. It has this ability to make you calm, make you feel at ease.
The one and only Imagine by The John Lennon
Share this song, listen to this song, it is just love.
Dear Bloggers/Patrons/Fellow creative minds,
Thank you for reading this post and clicking on The Poet and the Pen.
I have been writing Poems and Short Stories for over 4 years now and have always wanted to write a book. In regards to the same, it gives me immense pleasure to announce that very soon my first book, Silent Words, will be published.
I hope you all will show your love and support to this new venture of mine.
What is this book?
This book is a collection on Poems on various topics and emotions and stories. Hope you will find it interesting to read.
Who is the Publisher?
Delhi Poetry Slam (one of India’s biggest Poetry society).
It will be available on Amazon (both Hardcopy and e-Book)
I would really really appreciate if you guys would buy it once it releases. I will share the Amazon link and other details once the book gets published.
Please do read it, review it and help this Poet start on this new journey of his.
Do let me know about your thoughts and suggestions in the comment section below.
Lots of Love
आइना समेट रहा था, खुद को समेट लिया
एक टुटा आइना सच कह गया.
चेहरा नहीं पर दिल दिखा गया.
बिखरा जरूर पर
देखने वाला भी तो बिखरा ही था.
आइना जीता और बिखरा हार गया.
खुद को समेटना जो भूल गया था
वह अपने बिखरे आप को समेटने लगा.
किसे पता था…
पहली बार उसे कुछ अच्छा लगा.
दिल के दरार आईने पे आगये,
पर जैसे जैसे आइना समेटा
एक चेहरा सामने आया.
वह चेहरा उसने कही तो था देखा.
बहुत पहले. समेटा हुआ चेहरा.
अब उसे फिरसे वही चेहरा देखना है.
आईने के सामने खड़े होक खुद से कहना है,
की वह वापिस पहले जैसा हो गया है.
और किसी टूटे हुए आईने से कहना है,
वह गलत है, देखने वाला फिरसे पूरा हो गया है.
It starts from the day we come into this world
and after that it lasts forever.
Father is not just a relation
but a journey full of sacrificing endeavours.
We cannot thank you enough, ever.
You never stop watching over us, do you?
My childhood pictures were taken only by you.
In adolescence we walk right next to you, holding your finger
and in teenage, despite wanting to be alone, your watchful eyes linger.
No matter how old we get, you remain our silent singer .
Underneath that tough and quiet exterior
we all know that you are soft hearted just like mom.
Yet your wish to make us better
asks you to take tough calls. How do you do it?
That parent who accepts resentment for his child’s betterment.
Perfect balance of love and lectures, teacher and friend,
at times harsh but always fair,
Father you are hard to comprehend.
I pretend to be like you when I sit on your chair
and feel that overwhelming pressure that you withstand.
No child can ever document their father’s role
because there are some things you just cannot express.
Words too have limitations after all
Unlike my Father’s worry when I am a mess.
Father, the person we fail to call.
All we can say is a Thank You
and we will try to be a bit more like you.
It will be tough but it will be worth it.
Even though we don’t say this enough,
Father, we really really Love You.
You cannot say anything about this one man because he knows you more than you know yourself. He is your Father.
-Nishant, The Son.
Every time the dusk got delayed,
Or the morning sun felt harsh,
Sound of life seemed disarrayed,
Or water disappeared in the marsh,
Loved ones took a separate turn,
Old enemies met at the crossroads,
Water started to burn,
And decrypted were all my codes,
I came to this place I now call home.
There is always a place for me,
Here I am always allowed to be,
The person you see every now and then.
I cannot tell you how but,
The Poet and the Pen (my blog) saved me.
Blogging has this beautiful thing in it. It makes you feel so special, so connected to yourself. Sometimes I find out so much about so many things when I sit behind this blog and dive into the World of Words.
Blogging is a good addiction and I am addicted.
I have a theory that says,
Fiction is non-fiction in the making.
Those who transform a fiction into a fact
Change the ways of our living.
And that not many but one fiction
Resides in each of us.
Can we solve that question?
Do we have that obsession?
We seek greatness and immortality
In what lies in front of our eyes.
Maybe we fail because
It lies behind our eyes.
Find that fictitious thought,
Write it in your mind.
Heave till the fact is caught,
Fiction is yours but non-fiction is for the mankind.
We all have that one thought inside our mind which if realised and put out there in the world, it can make the world a better place.