Rusted

 

An old bike sits in my garage.

It is covered in dust

and barely does it look nice.

One day it shall rust.

It was my favourite once,

I used to spend hours on it

riding through my favourite paths,

when suddenly it started to break down,

delayed my every plan.

I could no longer go around

and felt like a different man.

Everything has a life span.

 

When something/someone denies you from being the best version of yourself, understand that their time in your life is now over.

-Nishant, The Poet and the Pen

Post its on my wall

 

Hits can be derailing

And it takes time to get back.

As we end up trailing

Our paths seem to go black.

It feels like we are failing,

And that we have been giving slack.

Everything becomes overwhelming

That we start wishing if we could go back.

But…

Life isn’t streamlined

But a curve of ups and downs.

That timeline which we predefined

Never covers all the towns.

We never trail,

Neither do we actually fail

But gain lessons which weren’t expected.

So be proud of yourself and stop feeling dejected.

Together!

Just a few more days!

 

 

Never before have we faced this,

A pandemic that stunted all of us together.

Every one of us should note this,

We will go down in history together.

Men, Women, Children, I ask you all

Let us go down as victors.

Let us become that generation

Which the future will call healers.

 

Let us hide our pain behind a mask,

Let us clean our hands before we meet,

Let 6 feets of distance prevail in each task,

Let us reduce walking on the street.

Let us ensure proper hygiene,

Let us make sure to help the needy,

Let us keep every inch of our house clean,

Let us just be ready.

 

And soon one day we will walk,

Walk without a mask

Walk without any fear

Hug every friend

Hold every dear.

Eat without being scared

Work without any boundaries

Go on trips which we had planned

Make a fresh set of memories.

Youths of the City

Quote

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

Reality Check

I see comparison in the name of equality, but why? Man and Woman are two sides of the same coin, aren’t they?

 

 

Typical images are no longer valid.

Both Venus and Mars revolve around the Sun.

Life has moved on at a pace so rapid,

Yet the comparison seems to be undone.

Man, the strong and tough all times,

Too faces agony and tears.

Want to hold hands or cry aren’t crimes,

We are fearless despite our fears.

We hold, protect, preserve, and care,

Nothing which the other doesn’t do.

Man is one who takes on a dare,

Weak at expressing but our love is true.

Woman, the source of life and heart,

Too sweats to earn bread and butter.

Want to be independent and have her own start,

Doesn’t make her any less of a mother.

She is practical despite her emotions.

Her beautiful eyes hold a fire so true.

She holds, protects, preserves, and care.

Nothing which the other doesn’t do.

World needs both the sides,

Both the sides make one coin.

Without one the other cannot stride,

Dots are there but we ignore to join.

चाहे जो भी हो

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.

Finding the lost

To all those who love to get lost and find something new about themselves, I urge you to get up and just take the road less travelled.

 

 

~A fellow traveller.

An addict

Addicts are already struggling, don’t add to their misery.

It’s not that I am scared of the reality,

I tried my best but I failed.

This burden with whom I cannot agree,

Has led me to become an addict, jailed.

Instead of a bail, I hear virdict,

Even from those who aren’t even a judge.

Failing miserably doesn’t make me a convict,

For I did try, I did drudge.

My time seems near for I have walked far,

But even misery can make you wise.

Next time you see an addict in a bar,

Don’t judge but look into their eyes.

~Audio to come soon.

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.

ख्वाइश

ख्वाइश = Wish. Wish is what we all do, but wish is never true.

Read to know…know to read.

English version to come soon. 🙂

मेरी एक ख्वाइश है
जिसमें छिपी कुछ फरमाइश है
न जाने क्या गुंजाईश है
कुछ तो है जिसकी रिहाइश है.

ख्वाइश क्या है?

हर वह चीज़ जो मेरे पास नहीं,
मुझे उसकी ख्वाइश है.
हर वह गुण जिसका मुझे एहसास नहीं,
मुझे उसकी ख्वाइश है.
हर वह बात जिसमें मेरी आवाज नहीं,
मुझे उसकी ख्वाइश है.

जो भी हमारे पास नहीं, हमे उसी की ख्वाइश होती है.
जानकार होते हुए भी जो हम न माने, वही से इसकी शुरुवात होती है.

ख्वाइश क्या होती है?

ख्वाइश वह है जो सच नहीं,
सच का मुखौटा पेहेनके आती है.
और सच वह है जो ख्वाइश नहीं,
जीवन का सार बन जाती है.

ख्वाइश वह है जो हमसे यह कहती है, “अभी तुम लायक नहीं”
लायक बनन्ना पड़ता है, ख्वाइश की कोई बात नहीं.
जो ठान लो उससे सपना बना लो,
सपनो की कोई रात नहीं,
मेरी ख्वाइश यही रहेगी,
सपने पूरे कर सकू, फर्याद नहीं.