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My “Silent Words”

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Dear Blogosphere,

Today I want to tell the whole world that I am now an Author.

Yes, that’s right.

I have been writing for over 5 years now and always wanted to see my work in the form of a Book. Last year in June’19, I started working towards making this dream come true and dedicated a good 6 months to it.

Today, I don’t have much to say as I am elated and humbled by all the love, support and good wishes that have been bestowed on me by my friends, family and last but not the least, my readers.

Therefore, without any further adieu let me introduce you to my first book, Silent Words.

“Hear and connect with the real you, every whisper will be true.”

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Smiling for real

 

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Holding my dream

Here are the details:

Title: Silent Words

Author: Nishant Gang

Publisher: Delhi Poetry Slam

Book available on

i. Amazon: www.amazon.in/dp/8194478545

ii. Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/the_solo_gang/

I hope that you will read this dream of mine and leave your honest reviews and comments on various platforms.

Excited to see what comes next.

– Lots of Love, Nishant

 

Imagine by John Lennon

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This song is just too special. The first time I heard this song I was in tears. It has this ability to make you calm, make you feel at ease.

The one and only Imagine by The John Lennon

 

Share this song, listen to this song, it is just love.

 

May I have your attention please!

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Dear Bloggers/Patrons/Fellow creative minds,

Thank you for reading this post and clicking on The Poet and the Pen.

I have been writing Poems and Short Stories for over 4 years now and have always wanted to write a book. In regards to the same, it gives me immense pleasure to announce that very soon my first book, Silent Words, will be published.

I hope you all will show your love and support to this new venture of mine.

What is this book?

This book is a collection on Poems on various topics and emotions and stories. Hope you will find it interesting to read.

Who is the Publisher?

Delhi Poetry Slam (one of India’s biggest Poetry society).

It will be available on Amazon (both Hardcopy and e-Book)

The Preview:

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I would really really appreciate if you guys would buy it once it releases. I will share the Amazon link and other details once the book gets published.

Please do read it, review it and help this Poet start on this new journey of his.

Do let me know about your thoughts and suggestions in the comment section below.

Lots of Love

-Nishant

आइना

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आइना समेट रहा था, खुद को समेट लिया

 

 

एक टुटा आइना सच कह गया.
चेहरा नहीं पर दिल दिखा गया.
बिखरा जरूर पर
देखने वाला भी तो बिखरा ही था.
आइना जीता और बिखरा हार गया.

खुद को समेटना जो भूल गया था
वह अपने बिखरे आप को समेटने लगा.
किसे पता था…
पहली बार उसे कुछ अच्छा लगा.
दिल के दरार आईने पे आगये,
पर जैसे जैसे आइना समेटा
एक चेहरा सामने आया.
वह चेहरा उसने कही तो था देखा.

बहुत पहले. समेटा हुआ चेहरा.
अब उसे फिरसे वही चेहरा देखना है.
आईने के सामने खड़े होक खुद से कहना है,
की वह वापिस पहले जैसा हो गया है.
और किसी टूटे हुए आईने से कहना है,
वह गलत है, देखने वाला फिरसे पूरा हो गया है.

I would love to

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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.

 

 

Old strings new tunes

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In the deepest corner of my room

6 old strings stood from distant past.

It wasn’t an accident that I discovered

Something which was already there since the start.

Many fond memories ran like a reel

Inside the projector of my heart

And then suddenly I started to feel

As if a sin had been committed on my part.

Old tunes stopped and strings never reverberated

Because I gave up on them,

Fallacy got me distracted.

I gave up on them.

Music was lost after a while

And I had to fill that void with noise.

We never love something which is not our style

6 old strings were my choice.

But now I am back and they are still there

Waiting to be played.

With old strings and new tunes I today declare

Resumption of my parade.

Even in the loudest nights now,

My tunes shall not fade.

We always return to the place we belong. We always find the things which are meant for us. Even though we walk away from them, life gets us back to them and it is at that moment when we realise that it was all meant to be.

–Nishant, The Poet and the Pen

Walk/Run

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Stellar it is to be sanguine,

In times of drought.

To speak amicably 

At the face of defeat.

Most fail at this

Not because they are oblivious of it

But because they run out,

Run out of patience, of hope.

To them and to myself, I say

Stop running. 

 

 

We work ourselves up so much that we start consuming our patience and our energy in the pursuit of our goals/dreams. Stop running and learn walking.

-The Poet and the Pen

 

Long ago

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I never wanted to be this,

Just another brick in the wall.

Untoward life, made me

Take steps I don’t even recall.

I dream of suits and ties now,

But once all I wanted was a cape.

Smile came easily somehow,

Lesser we know, lesser we fake.

As a learned I am well in doubt,

But in my adolescence I new I could

Save the world and bring her about,

Long ago before I really understood.

~I was a Superhero, not to others but to myself.

My talk with a Ghost

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Based on True Events! Read at your own risk.

 

For some reason I was alone that night.

In a 3 bedroom apartment only 1 had lights.

Devoid of my sleep whom I had strangely met earlier,

Devil’s workshop, my mind started the game, “Wrong or Right?”.

Whilst I was hovering over ancient subjects,

Door to my room squeaked open.

Never had I ever been so perplexed,

And then that ghastly silence got broken.

 

“Still awake, I see. I thought I’ll find you asleep,

Is today different somehow?, because

Usually you are sound asleep.”

I lost my voice and my choice,

And locked were my eyes.

A devilish figure was in rejoice,

While I kept reminding myself, these are all lies.

Pulled a chair and sat right across me,

A face I can never assimilate.

Said he was I, here to see me,

And customize my fate.

He looked like the evil I see in me,

Grimly smile with the perfect word.

Nudged so that I turn my head,

There I was, sleeping on my bed.

It was a meeting of the ghost and the spirit,

Who both come at night.

One helps to build while the other only exhibits,

My talk with a ghost was basically every Wrong or Right.

चाहे जो भी हो

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Just smile at the end of the day, that’s all. It’s that simple.

यह कहानी उसकी है जो कभी हारा नहीं,
एक ऐसा शख्स जिसे कोई समझ पाया नहीं.
यह किस्सा है उसका जो आज भी है कही,
कौन है और कहा है वह बात जरूरी नहीं.

कठिनाइया उसने भी बोहत है उठाई,
पर फिर भी चेहरे से हसी उसने नहीं गवाई.
हर रात तारो के सामने हुई उसकी सुनवाई,
पर वह सिर्फ मुस्कुराया, यह बात न समझ आई.

ऐसा नहीं है की उससे ज़िन्दगी ने घसीटा नहीं,
चोट उससे भी लगी, आंसू उसके भी बहे.
पर फिर भी वह उस रस्ते वापिस गया,
क्युकी उसकी मंज़िल वही थी कही.

यह कहानी उसकी है जो कभी हारा नहीं,
चाहे जो भी हो दिन के आखिर में वह मुस्कुराया कही.
क्युकी हार को उसने अपनाया ही नहीं,
उसने खुद को समझा क्युकी दुसरो को कोई समझ पाया नहीं.