A conversation

I seek a conversation with me,

But I rarely can manage time.

So I asked, when will I be free?,

Some time during the rhyme.

Amidst all the hustle and bustle,

I found time for everything else,

Life presents opportunities only after tussle,

Opportunities encoded in the book we write for ourselves.

So take a walk and talk during the walk,

For at times you need to hear it from yourself.

Each solution that I need,

Is right next to me round the clock.

Who was that?

Surrounded by fields of golden wheat,

With edge of the forest as it’s fence,

Stood a small town with narrow bricked streets,

Harbouring nothing but suspence.

Many who went there lived the same day,

Uncertain of their own eye’s account.

Strangely enough they all lost their way,

When they met her, a mathematician who couldn’t count.

Her charm was perfect like an old magic spell,

Which gained the trusts of travellers she came by.

Her smile was innocent and meant only well,

And eyes were deep, beautiful and shy.

She asked three questions…

“Where lies the destination you are so destined to be?

For the end is similar for all. Just be free.

Do you really chase your dreams or are you trying to flee?

Careful, this answer is the key.

Close your eyes to see who you are supposed to be?

And just like that, they all ended up alone before a lake by a tree.”

No one ever saw her or heard her voice again,

Yet they felt estrange and rejoice,

Who was that girl and where did she vanish?

Or maybe she was conscience seeking a clear choice.

We will converse

Let me ask you about your dream.

Close your eyes and shuffle your thoughts.

Reckon you are witnessing images in stream,

Now stand back and connect the dots.

Plenty of pictures and moments to look at,

But very few of them brighten your eyes.

Well dear reader I hope you get that,

Nobody but you can nullify your lies.

Yes, things aren’t as simple as philosophy claims to be,

Yes, life has its way of being bounded or free,

Smile and claim your goals. Deal but don’t plea,

And once you do, we will converse your story.

Tea or coffee?

Tree in the woods

I met a tree in the woods I was lost,

Green and lavish with a little bit frost,

Seeking some rest and shelter from wind,

I ate the fruits it bore, free of cost.

Days passed as I remained stuck,

Fearing the worst as I questioned my luck,

When suddenly I heard, “Life”.

Said the face on the tree trunk.

“Neither can I speak nor run,

Standing still under the Sun.

Facing wind and taking on rain,

I provide all with nothing to gain.

I live life like life lives in us all,

Let me show you though I cannot stroll.

Your childhood is spring, while youth is summer,

Elderly is the autumn and absence is the fall.

However, those who fall are replaced by new,

As that is what life is, simple and true.

Moral of tree is not to scare or haunt,

Live life as if you want because,

Today you are, tomorrow you won’t,

Leaves may fall but roots don’t.”

Story

Chapter 1.

Ageless, faceless, nameless protagonist,

Existing only in the “World of Words”.

A brief account of nature and character,

Which the writer never said but you heard.

Chapter 2.

A recollection of an event that sends,

Ripples even to days of now.

Effects, either good or bad, from those bends,

Navigates the author’s pen as it ploughs.

Chapter 3.

Trying to steer as per the story,

Whilst making choices of his own.

Decides protagonist’s fall or glory,

Authoring the story of his own.

Chapter 4.

I speak to you says your book,

You who is its writer and its lead.

Your steps is what your story took,

For everyone but the author to read.

Reap and Sow

This is tough. Every human faces friction when he/she change the gears in life (slow or fast doesn’t matter). After all we are the Human Race.

So as I try to figure out my plan for ahead I am reminded of nature’s most simple principle. You reap what you sow. Now this is important, it is important to sow in the good seeds before the rain arrives, it is important to water them with positivity whenever required otherwise all the wait, the work, and the worry will bear withered crops.

Whenever there is a change in pace, Reap and Sow principle is a must.

Reap and Sow

Every harvest brings a chance of change,

An opportunity to plough and plant.

With life it is an honest exchange,

Sow what you really want.

Each term comes in phases,

Cold, warm, wet and/or wind.

Yet what really amazes is,

Some remain intact while others, skinned.

Difference lies in care and nuture.

It all depends on how you row.

Either take the chance to do better,

Regardless, you reap what you sow.

Nishant Gang, The Poet and the Pen

Read to know…know to read

I came up with this tag line during the very initial days of my blog. I remember, we were sitting in my hostel room and talking about palindrome when I saw on this piece of paper with Read to know written on it.

Thus began, Read to know…know to read catch phrase. Not exactly a palindrome by definition but yeah that’s pretty much the story. Today I am here ready to post by 100th Poem and it really has been a journey so far.

To many more to come and to this 100th, Read to know…know to read.

Satisfyingly unsettled

Birds were flocking back to their nests,

While the set was glowing orange and red.

Amidst the settling sand they give their best,

And remain Satisfyingly unsettled for ahead.

What more can you truly achieve apart from a simple try?

Question to be asked in the presence of stars…

Was my effort a truth or a lie?

Regardless of answer strategy says, “Try”.

Remain satisfied with what you did,

But dare not settle ever in life.

Greed is not doing my bid,

It is the positive satisfying drive.

Satisfyingly unsettled is to perform, rest, and strive.

The Poet and the Pen, 100th Poem

Sage old story

Temptation leads to an act of action,

Action comes with certain deeds.

Good and bad co-create junction,

Oh fool why don’t you limit your needs?

Enough itself is never enough.

A concept relative to every being.

Our unnecessary necessity synonyms tough,

Fallacy is all that I am seeing.

Age old stories are being treated ill,

All for the comfort and purpose of some.

A game where end is peril,

I found a sage of ageless term.

White clothed with a smiling gaze,

Has no money or possession of his own.

Yet his wealth is beyond our chase,

Answering all in his calm and soft tone.

Simplicity, truth, non-violence and kindness,

Are principles to break the cycle of Karma,

Harbors the flame which ends all blindness,

Ageless Sage’s definition of Dharma




Be it any country, religion, race or identity, core values all remain the same. In the end we are all but a name.

Lie-ability

It says, human did not know how to lie. It came to us as well started settling in this world.

What/who taught us this unique ability?

What/whosoever it was, changed the shape of the world we know today.

Twisted

Lie-ability

Act of concealing what we label as truth,

Comes natural to most if gazed up close.

Tranquil tunes wrapped with fallacy,

Are being administered at a regular doze.

Tricks are quaint and treats seem heartening,

Masking the gloomy road ahead.

An act that never ends but keeps circling,

Even after the lie has spread.

Some are necessary, noble, and kind,

While most seem innocent with a deceitful glimmer.

Precarious are the stones on which,

Lie makes promises to a desperate winner.

Necessary evil whose chains have broken,

Commands even the noblest of us.

Since the beginning only truth has spoken,

Impeccable amidst the liar’s fuss.

Follow The Poet and the Pen for more such works. Poem #96

100/100

Wise will rise

Fool oh fool stop limiting yourself,

Race of numbers never ends in life.

Judgement of one cannot be done till,

We take into account one’s strife.

None is less nor one is many,

Why competing with another being?

No one is qualified to judge another,

Close your eyes to start seeing.

We agree to have different stories,

With different characters, roles, and sets,

Fool oh fool you need not worry,

Waking up better is the best it gets.

Life