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बोलना

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केह दो जाके उनसे
समय अब उल्टा बहेगा.
शब्दों से नहीं पर मन से,
कोई अपनी बात कहेगा.

लिखा तो सब पढ़ लेंगे,
पर मन की बात सिर्फ वही सुनेंगे
जिनके लिए जरुरी होगी.
अब और बातें अधूरी नहीं रहेगी.

मुझसे पूछना मत और न ही में बताऊंगा,
बस आँखों को देखना और में केह जाऊंगा.
हस्सी और आंसू में घंटो तक कही
गुंगा बनके अपनी कहानी लिख जाऊंगा.

और तुम्हे भी जवाब सही लगेगा
क्युकि वही तुम चाहते होंगे.
गलत फैमि का अफ़सोस ही नहीं रहेगा…
जब मन से कोई अपनी बात कहेगा.

 

 

Since we only hear what we want to hear, why don’t we just communicate with our eyes?

-Nishant, The Poet and the Pen

Unconditional Inability

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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.

An addict

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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.

What I see

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I look for eyes.

Fall for eyes as they don’t lie,

For they reveal our real image.

Every eye holds a sky,

Where flies Birds of colourful plumage.

 

In Happiness and in sadness they turn teary,

And Shy out when smile breaks.

Eyes which speaks a different theory,

Are as beautiful as snowflakes.

 

In anger they hold the colour red,

And open wide so that we can see.

When calm they stay silent,

Eyes know where we want to be.

In pain and agony, they close themselves up,

Protecting us from the undesired rays.

Booned so that they never grow up,

Eyes is where I love to gaze.

 

Road to dreams is through the eyes,

Unbiased to the real and the fake.

The only one who never lies,

Eyes are like water of a lake.