Better

In the world of freedom and social media, I find it funny that people are facing more and more difficulty in expressing themselves. The constant fear of being judged and being looked down upon has made an entire generation a closed book.

Most common cause of depression is the absence of proper emotional outlet.

Something is not right, and I guess we all know what that something is. Let us encourage each other to speak our hearts out. Speak up, let your feelings to come out into the world and make sure you do the same for others.

I dealt with a problem similar to this some time back and it is daunting. A poet who plays with words looking for ways to express himself is both funny and sad at the same time.

I promise to be an ear for all those who need to speak for I know how important it is to speak up and get heard.

The Poet and the Pen is all ears and will be always there if someone needs an ear. But for now, let me tell you what I want everyone to hear. Come, I need to tell you something.

 

एक बात बताता हूँ

आओ तुम सबको एक बात बताता हूँ,
जो दिल में है उससे जुबान से सुनाता हूँ,
जीवन का मंत्र या कोई सीख नहीं,
बस अपने मन की बात कहना चाहता हूँ.

आसान नहीं है यह.

आसान नहीं है यह, मन की बात.
गलत का पता नहीं पर सही पे भी चोटिल होते है जज़्बात,
कब तक ध्यान रखु में?
क्यों न अपने मन की बात करू में?

किसीको बुरा न लगे तो एक बात कहना चाहता हूँ,
किसीको बुरा न लगे तो यह साफ करना चाहता हूँ,
यह मेरे दिल की बात है, इससे आपका कोई नाता नहीं,
सुन सको तो सुनने क्युकी में तुम्हे बुलाता नहीं.

कहने दो जिसे जो कहना है,
उसके मन की बात है.
नहीं होता तो क्यों सुन्ना है,
बात तो सिर्फ जज़्बात है.

आओ एक बात बताता हूँ,
बोलने की आज़ादी मांगता हूँ,
कौन क्या सोचेगा नहीं पता पर,
दर्द होता है जब अपनी बात कह नहीं पता हूँ.

Stuck in the worst possible place in your life?

Great!

No, I am not sadist, just Read or Listen to know why.

🙂

The Darkest Hour

When the night was dark I saw my bright self.

Nothing and everything seemed so clear.

Pursuit for betterment kept me breathing,

As the night ensured I face my fear.

 

Blooded armour seemed like a robe,

Sweats and tears as medals,

Gloomy night became inspiring,

And thorns became rose petals.

 

Night is darkest just before the dawn,

And not specific to the earthly sky.

From tough times Courage is drawn,

Perhaps day breaks as the bird fly.

Short but Significant.

 

We decide our own character,

We decide our own cast,

We decide our own script,

But the play is far more vast.

Despite us doing everything, why do we feel like an outcast?

 

Book is one with a single story,

But multiple chapters and lessons.

We fixate on things that shouldn’t make us worry,

Not all ends are conclusions.

 

Each character is a book,

And each book writes itself.

Life only decides the path you last took.

Decide how you want to stage yourself.

Let’s not talk about the New Year for a minute. Yes, we did step into a new year and have got ourselves a new start but let’s really think about something important.

After we are done with a book or a lesson or any other experience, we summarize and write a mental note to ourselves. Similarly, I think it is nice to write a Note to Self before we move on to new experiences.

This is mine. I hope you write one to yourselves too!

Note to Self

A dark sky full of stars,

Found me wandering about.

Underneath the moonlight it revealed,

How our shadows silently shout.

Doubt, biggest quake in any sphere,

Shakes the very strongest of stones.

So to nullify, keep calm and stay clear,

Key lies in voices and in tones.

Fear, result of our own mind,

Cripples the very ablest being.

So to nullify, challenge the wind,

Fear can be defeated with a little bit of cheating.

Pain, who drops by time and again,

Strangles our mind and heart.

So to nullify, try being insane,

Pain is not really that smart.

And Sadness, the widely regarded spoilsport,

Is in fact our own manifestation.

So to cut its stay short, Smile…

Your shadow will figure out a solution.

I have always noticed one thing. Before a storm breaks, there is silence. An unusual peace, calmness, and overall soothing atmosphere persists.

The calmer the silence, the violent the storm.

Translating the same to our lives and bringing both silence and a storm, Let me put things into perspective.

 

We often crib about our misery,

Unhappy with a certain storm.

At those times turn towards chivalry,

And wait for the right platform.

Night precedes day, fire precedes ash,

Anger precedes sorry all in a flash.

And just like that Storm precedes peace.

Yet we remain oblivious and rash.

Keep calm and remember the said lines,

For if there is misery today, tomorrow will be fine.

Storm only visits to test our spine,

Don’t be a stubborn tree, be a smart vine.

I am happy to announce that I am happy. Yes, I think that should do…

Hello fellow mortal, playing the game of life. Happiness and Sadness, ups and downs, rights and wrongs are all taking their turns and making you jump the hoops, right?

That’s alright. Life is 10% events and 90% reactions to those events.

So while we cannot control 10%, we can definitely command the remaining 90% with the help of a Trick. A trick for life.

Good Morning to all, all the way from India!

Namaste 🙂

Trick

“Every action has an equal and opposite reaction”

A law of science which is absolute and true.

Also true is the law of ramification,

“Our actions which are reactions have consequences too”.

Most of our open eyed time,

Is spent on figuring out, what to do.

And while this is necessary and prime,

I see a trick for life clearly through.

Embracing events with positivity and smile,

Is the only simple trick we can do.

Being angry, sad, or even scared is not worthwhile,

Something amazing is always hidden from view.

Coming back…

 

Ironic!

A live street in an iconic city,

Yet everything seems dull as a desert.

Pages are blank while the Pen is witty,

Ironically the writer is unable to assert.

 

Which brings into question the reason for this,

This void of thoughts in an ever thinking mind.

And as the writer seeks the miss,

He lost his eyes and turned blind.

 

Chair right in the front made a noise,

As if someone just came and sat.

And in a sound similar to mine, said

“It’s time for you to have a chat”

 

I listened as I narrated an old story,

Who, What, Why and When came back.

A poet who was in his prime and glory,

Is in need of a whole new track.

 

And no one else could tell me that,

For no one else knows me for I.

Yes, sometimes you need to put on the wise old hat,

And look for yourself with a blind eye.

 

The story he narrated is different for each of us,

And so is the struggle, so is the fuss.

Suddenly the voice muted and I could see,

A new path and an awaiting bus…