What if no feeling
Is a feeling.
An emotion
Which has been deceiving.
Numb at the core,
Silences our realisation.
Known to none at all,
Emotionless, the secret emotion.
Category: Confession
Youths of the City
It’s time someone spoke about the sacrifice and the hard work that the Youth of a city does. Youths of the city, give yourselves a round of applause. You deserve it. 🙂
Don’t let the glimmering lights trick you,
Fancy rides freak you, Lavish sites flick you,
Astounding Amenities rick you.
For the Youth of the City is sick too.
Denounce the false proposition,
“City life is easy and grand”.
If you really need to know the situation,
Just see the Youths of the City as they stand.
Life revolves from Monday to Friday,
With weekends spent detoxing.
Young minds with tired eyes say,
How Citylife can be enforcing.
Youths of the city, cheers to you,
For doing what you do.
Citylife which seems so easy,
Is because you make it true.
~Youth from a City
Detox
#Long_Post_on_Mental_Health_and_well_being (with a Poem, obviously)
Today on a sunny day from the distant land of India, I want to speak to my readers about their mental health. I cannot consult you on your physical health because I am not a doctor of any sorts but what I am is a Human being who understands the importance of communication and words.
So Hi to you sitting in the Western Hemisphere and to you in the region above the equator. Hello to those who are with me on this side of the planet and Howdy to those in the region below, I hope I have covered everyone. I know some of you are going through a phase and that phase is dreadful. But, just like every problem and situation, this too has a solution. DETOX!
You amazing people, you all need to realise that sometimes the misery is not because of anything that you did but only because your mind wants a break. So, first let me tell you when you should think about Detox… (Read the lines below)
When the mind seizes and thoughts go wrong,
Spring freezes and noisy seem the song,
Anxiety increases and nights go long,
Nothing pleases and nothing comes along,
Food seems bitter and unpleasant,
Friends seem disturbance even when they are present,
Even a small appreciation seems like flattery,
And everything just looks dull in its entirety,
It is then when you need to Detox.
Now the Question comes, how to Detox?
That’s simple actually. Detox means to do what you love. Like absolutely unconditionally LOVE. It could be reading, writing, painting, dancing, travelling, working out, eating food, cooking, watching movies and the list can go on and on and on.
Pick your hobby/passion and just go with it. Just like you body, give a quiet time to you mind as well.
And one thing we don’t hear enough, In case you need to talk, just share with someone. It helps, trust me.
You can even share them with me over mail in case you feel like opening up or just talking.
–> nishant1994gang@gmail.com
So, wishing all my soon to be happy and energized readers a Very Good Day!
Let’s do this!
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.
Consistency
It is the predictable we adore,
The detectable we choose to buy.
If consistency is to strive for,
Being consistently inconsistent is my try.
Fact remains simple, nothing is for sure,
Those who act as consistent infact actually lie.
Let’s be real
A confession, a reality check
No one knows anything.
The world is full of endless possibilities,
Farthest corners fathom different realities,
Our saneness can be insanities,
Let’s be real, bewildering is humanity.
So therefore I ask before I get judged,
Who is to say my beliefs are fudged,
And who am I to hold any grudge,
As long as we maintain our own course, peace will be untouched.
Let’s be real for once.
Stop following the pre-set rules,
What worked for others won’t do the same for you, you fools,
Pardon me for who am I to judge,
It is complicated, exigent and cruel.
Let’s be real at last.
I cannot speak for others but for I,
My way is to try, fail, try.
Even we find it difficult to understand what we have written,
Underneath my wordish wisdom I too am just a guy.
I can see only what I saw,
Therefore I ask you to walk some more,
We all are perfect with our flaw,
Read from others but learn to explore.
