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.

 

 

Underrated Hero

 

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.

We need it

 

It was raining that night.

Sky didn’t have stars

but my eyes were bright

for they had been seeking something.

It was after a long battle,

not of swords but of emotions.

While the face didn’t show, Heart was rattled

and the ability to stand was under erosion.

But then it happened unexpectedly,

I got what I was searching for.

For a while time stopped happily,

It was a hug that I had longed for.

Burning Tip

Put it out!

 

 

 

I have been dragged a lot

And beaten.

A part of me got lost

Every time I was shaken.

I was set on fire

Because of some unfulfilled desire.

Life was cut short in the end.

In smoke we mend.

Even though I take lives,

I hold more hands than humans do.

But I ask you to not rely on me,

I am ash and will make you too.

I know I am dishonest

But I am also the one who stays.

Even I don’t like myself to be honest

Find something else and put me in the ashtray.

Word of the day

An old man sitting on the walkway,

Asked each passerby for a word.

Barely did anyone stop by,

For it seemed highly absurd.

I wrote on a piece of paper

And kept it in the old wrinkled hand.

Only to find out later

He could not comprehend.

In that moment, instead of being shy,

The old man smiled and asked for its meaning.

I explained but then I asked “Why?”

Said, “I am addicted to learning.”

 

~Each of us have something to teach but more importantly we all have so much to learn and not from only books or teachers but from each other as well.

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.

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

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?

Anonymity

Ever noticed how people act when they think they are invisible?

We all have a fear of being judged.

For it can put a dent in our glory.

False glory if it can be smudged,

Introspect while I reveal the folly.

 

Fear is due to the identity,

One we call as our Name.

While in case of others’ we find serenity,

We are afraid to be associated with shame.

 

So we venture out as anonymous,

For without our Identity we lose that fear.

Ironic, same person with the same purpose,

Under anonymity decides to really appear.

 

For a change

You never know what you may find and for what purpose that thing came into your life. Just remember, there will always be a purpose.

 

Once I found a coin by the sea shore,

Don’t know why but I just kept it.

I wish I could know about it a bit more,

Perhaps at least the country where it used to fit.

 

Engraving suggested maybe from a distant land,

Once of value to someone today lying in the sand,

It was hard to let it go from my hand,

Why?, I still cannot comprehend.

 

Well now I do for I recently gave it up,

Not to any friend but to a real collector.

And got myself a good amount of cash,

With which I did something even greater.

 

The coin was exquisite and so was the smile,

As it covered the old collector’s face.

Even more priceless was that while,

When I sat down with all those hungry poor kids and said grace.

 

What a coin, huh?