Tales of woe

 

After months of hard work didn’t bear fruit, he seemed despondent.

She too had nothing absolute, life seemed dishonest

but somehow they ended up across the same table,

as they say unstable finds unstable.

 

One had everything and aspired for more,

the other had nothing and wanted just a little.

Tales of woe were exchanged

and both realised, Life is a pickle.

 

She saw a guy with success, still not giving up on betterment.

He saw a girl with nothing to start yet, not ready for a settlement.

But none spoke it out loud and shared a thankful smile.

They got what they needed, at least for a while.

 

♦ Sometimes when two broken pieces meet they somehow fix each other with their shattered pieces.

Can I?

 

Often in the evening strolls

a realisation sneaks up

which recalls something really tough.

Should I continue or give up?

The stigma of latter can be rough

but what if I am fed up?

Nothing will ever be enough.

Characterisation has made it hard to give up

even on something which makes me miserable.

So I started to bluff to myself…

The worst kind of gamble.

 

Please don’t berate me for leaving now.

I tried but couldn’t finish somehow.

Only a human, I am.

I wish I had a backspace key now.

Regardless of what they say,

What they say does matter.

Let me find a better way,

Allow me to choose the latter.

I shall come back better,

I shall come back brighter,

I will feel honest and lighter.

Giving up does not make me any less of a fighter.

 

 

If something makes you miserable, there is no shame in giving it up. Giving up to try something new is actually a sign of bravery.

-Nishant, The Poet and the Pen.

Old strings new tunes

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

For a change

You never know what you may find and for what purpose that thing came into your life. Just remember, there will always be a purpose.

 

Once I found a coin by the sea shore,

Don’t know why but I just kept it.

I wish I could know about it a bit more,

Perhaps at least the country where it used to fit.

 

Engraving suggested maybe from a distant land,

Once of value to someone today lying in the sand,

It was hard to let it go from my hand,

Why?, I still cannot comprehend.

 

Well now I do for I recently gave it up,

Not to any friend but to a real collector.

And got myself a good amount of cash,

With which I did something even greater.

 

The coin was exquisite and so was the smile,

As it covered the old collector’s face.

Even more priceless was that while,

When I sat down with all those hungry poor kids and said grace.

 

What a coin, huh?

 

Ecstatic

Amidst all the hustle and bustle, we humans often neglect or miss the events that actually change our lives. When we expect them the least they come and change the course of our lives.

Loud happenings are actually very quiet.

 

Ecstatic

Lobby is filled with bright young faces,

So many aspirations, dreams, and goals.

Different backgrounds from different places,

Here to audition for whole new roles.

Ecstatic to be a part of change,

A pinch of uncertainty in the otherwise smart world.

Life gives us chances to expand our range,

Seemingly endless or maybe simply twirled.

Ecstatic! Don’t you think?

Life has its own way of doing things right.

Everything changes while we blink,

Loud happenings are actually very quiet.