Category Archives: Choice

Be Badass

You know what… Just play it cool!

 

 

Let’s part ways with the respectful methods,

And talk in the rawest of forms.

Denounce hiding and set the records straight,

Being badass is setting your own norms.

 

Call what you see,

Be you, simply be free.

Bottomline: The world will always misread.

Don’t bother, let them and you just be.

 

Do what you please, as long as it doesn’t harm anyone else.

For being badass is even more cool without creating any mess.

Make your own rules, goals and set yourself a bar so high,

That even you realise you have no option but to try.

 

Stop reading this, go write your own lines now,

Let them see you succeed and wonder, “How?”.

You be the one whom you does or doesn’t’ allow,

Rule no. 1: You make the rules now.

#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.

Invitation to Sadness

 

And thus I allowed it’s stay to be conditional,

By letting it reside with others.

For in them I tried to seek,

It, Happiness, whom we smother.

 

Aware but indolent and in denial,

I reassured myself of my choice.

After many reminders and no response,

It decided to silence its voice.

 

And then one day, they all left.

Life, said the note behind.

Along with them it also walked out,

Inviting Sadness to my mind.

 

By the time I realised, I was late,

It had made those “others” great.

So now I no longer search for it,

Happiness, I know you are waiting outside my gate.”

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.

My Odyssey

This day is special for me for today the clock will stop and reset. Make tomorrow the same for you and go get them!!!

I speak to you directly today,

Today there are no boundaries.

You may keep hiding but I will say,

Regardless of the enmity or the camaraderie.

Journey was tough till this point,

No, I don’t seek any validation.

Every hour, every step and every point,

I have accepted each and every conviction.

 

But now it’s time, time I had allotted for myself,

To rise and say, “Not anymore”.

To my comrades I will make you proud,

And to my haters, I challenge a dare.

 

29-Feb-2020, is the day I leap for the year,

This point will be a mark in my Odyssey,

Come what may, be it courage or fear.

Aim is to walk, even when the path is unclear.

From my bed to the main door

 

Every morning I take 30 steps,

From my bed to the main door.

Game for the day thus sets in motion,

30 steps determine how much I will score.

 

All the while I seek 3 lines,

What do I want to do today?

How bad do I want it?

Where do I need to improve?

 

What I want is to do better than yesterday,

And I want this feeling every single day.

I lack skills in every direction,

I suppose I am an idiot is what we should all say.

 

With these 30 I leave my house,

Ready to dance to today’s tune,

Every morning from my bed to the main door,

I set myself up as the World impugns.

Twist and Shout!

This Poem will require you to stand up, close your eyes, put on some music and dance.

Whoof! A lot of instructions in one line, right?

To hell with everything people!, just go crazy. I know I do 😉

 

Twist and Shout!

Close the door on the outdoor drama,

Dim the lights as you see fit,

Twist to capture the space in panorama,

And Shout as if you have been hit.

 

Let the music guide your steps,

And the company of friends help you instead.

A mental exercise that needs no reps,

Even if you can’t, just dance in your head.

 

Twist and Shout and scream to be alive,

It is a feeling and not a state.

On getting through the day just high five,

Twist and Shout! it feels so great.

 

I cannot dance yet I do,

I cannot sing yet I do,

I can though ask you to,

Twist and Shout and be a little you.

Wrong or Right

Just remember, it is alright.

 

 

A game is what comes to mind,

Rules of which aren’t very clear.

Spectators perception is what the players find,

Validation is the sign of fear.

Game is called Decisions.

For every turn we roll the dice,

3 sides Wrong and 3 Right.

Yet we fail for we think twice,

Every Decision is perfect from one particular sight.

Your Sight.

Whatever happens there is a reason,

Following your choice is no act of treason,

Life should be carved out as per your precision,

There is nothing Wrong or Right but the situation.

Stage yourself

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.