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Fact

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Vigilant I am and so are you,

Understatement it would be to say,

We are oblivious of what is true.

Conundrum is we chose to ignore,

For as long as we aren’t directly affected by it too.

True, we have enough on our plates already,

But would it really be too much to not be petty?

Odds are you have taken a stand and are ready,

One good deed can make the other steady.

~ This one is without an audio because, I want you to speak it to yourself and not hear from another.

Keep reading, writing, and helping.

-Nishant

Why to write a Poem?

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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.

मन से

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If you have even one friend, true friend in your life, then I reckon you are one of the lucky ones.

To friendship, the spirit of friendship.

Share with your friends and let them know their value in your life.

 

आओ आज का दिन ख़त्म करते है,
ख़त्म करने से पहले कुछ बाते करते है,
पूरे दिन के किस्से सुनते है,
दोस्तों के संघ अपने टूटे हिस्से ढूढ़ते है,

अपनी कहानी कहते और सुनते है,
शोर के बाजार में सुकून चुनते है,
कुछ देर ही सही पर यारो में हम,
आओ अपना बचपन जी लेते है.

मतलब की इस दुनिया में दोस्त क्यों मिलते है?
न जाने क्यों पर यही सही लगते है,
सबकी राह अलग है सबकी चाह अलग है,
फिर भी हम एक दूसरे से कुछ समय तक जुड़े रहते है.

यादे बोहत है अगर सोचा जाये,
पर याद तोह वही आती है जहा दोस्तों का ज़िक्र आये,
सीखते सीखते लड़ते गिरते,
हस्ते हसाते यह है कुछ अनकहे रिश्ते.

रोने पे सँभालते है और फिर खुद ही हँसके रुलाते है,
दर लगने पे खुद दौड़े चले आते है,
न जाने क्या है इस दोस्ती की सचाई,
कई कवियों ने लिखा फिर भी दोस्ती समझ न आयी.

उम्र की पाबन्दी नहीं, जात का पता नहीं,
भाषा का अंकुश नहीं, दोस्ती की आवाज़ नहीं.
यह वह एहसास है जो किस्मत से मिलता है,
दोस्त किस्मत वालो को ही मिलता है.

आओ आज का दिन खत्म करे,
चलो कुछ देर अपने दोस्तों से बाते करे.

2 hours tale

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On a small flight of about 2 hours,

I realised one simple silly fact.

This seemingly social society of ours,

Behaves such when there is nothing to distract.

A 2 hours tale…

So I sat next to this seemingly ordinary person,

Whose name is not important to this tale.

The flight took off as we acted to our version,

Unknown of the things that were about to unveil.

It took us a while to settle down and adjust,

There were no books, tv shows, or movies to trust,

Eventually the protocol came into effect,

Awkwardly two strangers decided a conversation is a must.

With no fear of coming across as boring,

No expectations or the necessity to impress,

We talked freely and kept on exploring,

And soon realised that both her and I were a mess.

Funnily we kept on talking for the entire duration,

Two travel freaks who wanted to travel cross nation,

And later as we deboarded at our destination,

It hit me. Chatting is nice but nicer is a good conversation.

Post flight…

Stop chatting and start conversing.

 

A conversation

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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.

Bicycle story

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Some memories from the old shelves,

Came across as I was passing by.

Without any effort there was a smile,

As for a moment past and I were ally.

On one side is me, rushing from goal to goal,

While on the other was I, running freely as a whole.

On one side is me, with clean and ironed shirt,

While on the other was I, a knight who couldn’t be hurt.

On one side is me, cruising in my car,

While on the other was I, peddling my bicycle to the stars.

For a moment I became me,

For in that moment I was free,

Amazing is that kid we all see,

Bicycle stories are for us to flee.

I and me, The Poet and the Pen

Simple Physics

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It is said to have started with a big bang,

And so did the wheels of time.

Just like cosmic bodies we grow old,

And forget many who were once prime.

Life takes us to many places,

Ups and downs being the typical way.

While transversing the idiosyncratic story,

We let go of many without a say.

Old friend you are now lost,

Existing only in the initial pages.

Neither of us did anything wrong,

But we drifted with different stages.

Each one remembers the other,

Smiling with tears at memories of past.

Hope you are doing well,

Friend is one you just cannot recast.