Finding

Few years back I had set out to find

Something.

I found it but

It didn’t change anything.

Why would it?

I just wanted to find it

And never meant to understand

The purpose and the use.

Tomorrow I am setting out to find

Something.

I hope this time…

Dear Ghost of Past

You never leave, do you?

And just stay somewhere out there.

Your presence becomes weak with time

But you don’t leave.

Thank you for not leaving

And reminding me of the gone.

Because of you, Dear Ghost of Past, I never stopped believing.

Stay with me until my work is done.

250: Thank You

250th post. Each Post (on The Poet and the Pen) is done with the sole purpose of spreading a message. Message of Care, Fun, Love, Laughter, Happiness and Emotions.

I grow each and every day through this blog and many of you out there who just like me are on a quest to make the world a better place, I want to say Thank You.

We blog not for likes, comments, shares or anything. We blog so that someone who reads this irrespective of his country, location, colour, language and situation gets to know that we are here, we are with you and if we can do it so can you.

Lots of Love.

 

 

For every tear that you dropped in silence,

For every goodbye that scathed your heart,

For every smile that you projected despite inner violence,

For every day you played your part,

For every friend you lost and let go,

For every enemy you won by letting go,

For every step you took for a better tomorrow,

For every brave moment you faced your inner sorrow,

For every harsh truth you accepted,

For proving that you cannot be defeated,

For not treating the world as you were treated,

For spreading the good message that your misery created,

Thank You.

Who is it for?

I need to confess something. It’s all addictive. Social media is addictive with all its likes and comments and shares and subscribes and I am afraid I am addicted now.

Poems and Stories give me happiness, it is all pure but lately I realised they are getting influenced by Social Media’s society. My love for Poems is far too much and I am afraid that I must stop this addiction dead at its track.

So can I urge you all to just read this one as a simple reader?, because this is being written by a simple Poet and nothing more. Straight from my heart and not due to any influence, from the old Poet and the Pen…

Read to know…know to read

 

 

Somewhere down the line I forgot,

For whom it was all about.

Sheer happiness is what I got,

The day my first poem came out.

I had no one to impress,

Nor did I sought any admirers.

All I wanted was to spread happiness,

And help others in becoming survivors.

My words made me smile and that was it,

Unlike now where it depends on how good others will see it.

My Poems have always stopped me from tapping quit. 

I am Poet first and at my place shall I sit.

Creativity is a gift and thus can never be truly realised,

Even though my motives were good, I think I compromised.

Just like me most of us have been hypnotized,

Listen up creators, be simple and free, the world will be surprised.

वो क्या है ना

Fun side of staying at home these days.

 

 

वो क्या है ना,
आजकल सुबह भी देर से होती है,
और दिन भर सिर्फ बाते होती है.
नजाने कितनी बार चाय और कॉफ़ी उफनती है,
चुहलें की आग मुश्किल से बुझती है.
सारे किरदार टी-शर्ट और ट्रैक पैन्ट्स में दिखते है,
पासे आजकल हर घर में गिरते है,
बड़े भी हार में बच्चो से झगड़ते है,
और हाँ, सोशल मीडिया में रोज़ नए ट्रेंड्स निकलते है.
घरो में रहना सबको काट रहा है,
पर सच बोले तो आलस से उठा नहीं जा रहा है,
माहौल तंग है, समझ आ रहा है,
पर घर रहके तू अपना फ़र्ज़ निभा रहा है.

वो क्या है ना,
वर्क फ्रॉम होम में नेटवर्क वैसे तो ख़राब है,
पर नेटफ्लिक्स में सब समझ आरहा है.
ऑफिस के वीडियो कॉल्स नहीं हो पारही,
पर दोस्तों से घंटो बातें किया जा रहा है.
पर ठीक है, थोड़ी मस्ती तो बनती है,
इतनी छुट्टी तो स्कूल में भी नहीं मिलती है,
और जब तक चीज़े वापिस ठीक नहीं होती है,
घर पे रहो, बस इतनी सी बिनती है.

 

घर पे हो ना?

सच और झूठ

सच और झूठ? किसे पता.

चलो ठीक है माना,
सब का अपना अलग सच होता है.
यह भी हमने जाना,
हर कहानी में तू खुद रोता है.
पर एक बात जरा समझाना,
सच में सच क्या होता है?

कुछ कहानियों में हम अच्छे होते है,
कुछ में बोहत बुरे.
कुछ में हम थोड़े अनजाने रहते है,
तो कुछ में पुरे.
अपने समझे सच का सार समझते रहते है,
वो सार जो होते है अधूरे.

दूसरे क्या सुननेगें जरुरी नहीं,
यहाँ कोई पूरा सही नहीं,
झूठ में झूठ और सच में सच नहीं,
किसी और के नज़रो में तू तू नहीं.
खुद की नज़रो में उठ अब,
दुसरो को नहीं खुद को समझा अब,
सच और झूठ शब्द है सब,
कौन क्या है, यह पता चला ही कब?

#200: 1012 steps

20th June 2017, the day I wrote my first Post. 1012 days have passed and here we are. I cannot tell you how much have changed over these 1012 days.

On the suggestion of a friend, I opened my diary to the World and frankly, I haven’t looked back ever since. Thanks https://6stringsandanotebook.wordpress.com for making me do it.

What started as fun and on a casual note has become something so special, personal and important to me. The Poet and the Pen is not just my blog but it is my way of being what I am truly and deeply.

So, as I compose my 200th Poem, I just want to say a big Thank You to all my readers, followers, blogs whom I follow for letting me be a part of this amazing sphere, blogosphere.

“Read to know…know to read”

 

The Road ahead

Distance that we travel is always remembered,

But it is the number of steps which count.

Some towards and some away from our goals,

Nonetheless, a journey is thus found.

 

Therefore, it is futile to talk about time,

What matters is what you see.

In a single second you can live a lifetime,

If you step wisely and let things be.

 

Look around, there is a lot to be found,

Appreciate before they fade.

Every moment, movement and sound,

Will help you one day to find a shade.

 

Let your footprints guide the tomorrow,

The Road ahead will keep telling you how.

Smile in happiness and also in sorrow,

Even the mountains will one day bow.

 

Let yours be the journey of movement,

One who lived every moment.

Be patient and persistent,

The Road ahead is even more extravagant.

Why to write a Poem?

This Poem is a tutorial on “Why to write a Poem?”. In this Poem, I am going to let go of all that keeps me sane. It’s madness around this place people!!! Let me add some light hearted comedy and madness from my side as well.

Yes, I know that the world is going through a Tough time and I stand with you all. But, yes, BUT in this hour of worry, let me do what I can do… Take your mind off the sadness and concern for a moment and bring smile to your face (at least try to).

Anyway, just forget everything till you reach the last line and read it from a blank perspective.

 

 

Why to write a Poem?

Once I was walking through the Park,

Where I met, Mr. Jolly.

Mr. Jolly was happy because, in the Dark was Mr. Gloomy.

 

But then the Sun decided to shift, 

And reveal the existence of latter. 

My. Jolly’s smile took a drift upon seeing his terminator.

 

Both hated each other,

Each one ending other’s vacation.

Sons of the all mother, they were the balancers of every creation.

 

Ignorant of the novelty they refused to talk,

So I called a Poet to square things even.

In his own way he took them for a walk, rhyming helps to see what we believe in.

 

A Poem looks similar to all,

Yet is taken with different meanings,

Through rhymes we take your call, Poem strikes a balance between feelings.

Unconditional Inability

Learn to appreciate what we have, and learn from what we see. Even from each other.

The Poet and the Pen invites it’s readers for a good Sunday Sustaining good thoughts and wishes. If any of you fellow writers/readers have something you would like to share, the platform is yours. Let’s cherish this! 🙂

 

 

Unconditional Inability

Most powerful beings we say.

Are we though?

We live life on what may,

Thinking that we run the show.

Truth is we are mere characters,

Able to govern what will only perish.

For the rest it’s an Unconditional Inability.

Why change what we can just cherish?

Not everything needs improvement,

For we would be the first ones if so.

Sometimes it’s okay to be an audience…

Take your belongings after the show.