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.

Could you just?

Did you know?

No, I know you did not.

Did it show?

Yes, but no one took a note.

What now?

Sorry, You already forgot.

How?

That’s what we were taught.

 

First learn to see, listen, empathize & care. Rest will follow.

-Nishant, The Poet and the Pen.

क्या तुमने वह बात सुनी

Mental Health, one of my blog’s primary focus, is no joke. To all those who are reading and to The Poet and the Pen family, I request you to please share your pain if you have any. Don’t keep it inside you. I am here.

 

 

क्या तुमने वह बात सुनी
अरे वही जो में इतने दिनों से कह रहा था ?
अगर सुनते तो शायद पूछना न पड़ता.

अच्छा यह बताओ, अब सुन रहे हो
या अब भी सुनाई नहीं दे रही ?
या शायद तुम्हे कोई फर्क ही नहीं पड़ता.

अब तो मुझे भी फर्क नहीं पड़ता,
न किसी और से न अपने आप से.
शायद में कुछ दिन और लड़ता,
अगर में यह जंग समझ सकता.

सब कुछ समझ आ जाये यह तो जरुरी नहीं,
ज़िन्दगी सबकी सवार जाये यह तो जरुरी नहीं,
घिरा हुआ होने से अकेलापन दूर हो जाये यह तो जरुरी नहीं,
मेरी बिना आवाज़ वाली बात तुम्हे सुनाई दे जाये, यह तो जरुरी नहीं.

खैर, आपसे मिलके बहुत अच्छा लगा,
आता रहूँगा आपके नज़रो में कभी कबार.
किसी और का तो पता नहीं पर मुझे मेरा दर्द सच्चा लगा,
इसीलिए पूछ रहा हु एक आखिरी बार…

क्या तुमने वह बात सुनी.

 

 

I know this feeling. I have been through this as well. Yes, I was once depressed.

I know that you want to share and that you think no one is there but trust me, I am. 

If you want to share anything with me through any way whatsoever, just reach out. 

-Nishant, The Poet and the Pen.

Sleepless in…

 

It has been a while now.

That loop which got broken

Refuses to get fixed.

I am devoid of sleep.

Even though my eyes want,

they refuse to stay shut.

Sleeplessness haunts,

Inability hurts.

I do not know if I am alright,

Just that I am tired deep inside.

I hope that tonight

it won’t hide. Sleep.

 

 

I cannot sleep.

-Nishant, The Poet and the Pen

Pressing issues#3

Title: Panic Attacks

Do not take a panic attack lightly, it happens to the best of us and it can be detrimental. Take all the time you need and ask a friend to help you through it. Yes, talk to someone like a friend or a therapist or a family member. Don’t worry, we love you and want you to be alright.

Trust me, I know.

 

 

My voice has gone mute,

My hands are shaking.

There are tears in my eyes,

Panic is undertaking.

I can barely stand,

I can barely breathe,

Can you please hold my hand?

My pain is very deep.

Sight is failing me,

Memories are ailing me,

My strength is leaving me,

Oh god! I am barely me.

I am crying but there is no sound,

As if I am being drowned,

I don’t need words or anything profound,

Just hug me tightly and let silence be around.

 

My talk with a Ghost

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.

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!

The Darkest Hour

Stuck in the worst possible place in your life?

Great!

No, I am not sadist, just Read or Listen to know why.

🙂

The Darkest Hour

When the night was dark I saw my bright self.

Nothing and everything seemed so clear.

Pursuit for betterment kept me breathing,

As the night ensured I face my fear.

 

Blooded armour seemed like a robe,

Sweats and tears as medals,

Gloomy night became inspiring,

And thorns became rose petals.

 

Night is darkest just before the dawn,

And not specific to the earthly sky.

From tough times Courage is drawn,

Perhaps day breaks as the bird fly.

Note to Self

Let’s not talk about the New Year for a minute. Yes, we did step into a new year and have got ourselves a new start but let’s really think about something important.

After we are done with a book or a lesson or any other experience, we summarize and write a mental note to ourselves. Similarly, I think it is nice to write a Note to Self before we move on to new experiences.

This is mine. I hope you write one to yourselves too!

Note to Self

A dark sky full of stars,

Found me wandering about.

Underneath the moonlight it revealed,

How our shadows silently shout.

Doubt, biggest quake in any sphere,

Shakes the very strongest of stones.

So to nullify, keep calm and stay clear,

Key lies in voices and in tones.

Fear, result of our own mind,

Cripples the very ablest being.

So to nullify, challenge the wind,

Fear can be defeated with a little bit of cheating.

Pain, who drops by time and again,

Strangles our mind and heart.

So to nullify, try being insane,

Pain is not really that smart.

And Sadness, the widely regarded spoilsport,

Is in fact our own manifestation.

So to cut its stay short, Smile…

Your shadow will figure out a solution.

His-Story

This is his story. A story which created history. Very few know him, even fewer understand him and perhaps no one ever got to see the real him.

Who is he?

He is anyone, everyone, and no one.

This is our story. A story of which we all are a part of.

His-Story
A con man with an uncommon genuine smile,
Predicating an image that is still unclear,
Is always facing some or the other trial,
For his mind has both courage and fear.

Humble at the very core but not so much on the skin,
Just like the world we so much adore, we too are on a spin.
And to win?, Con man must be a kin,
And so we all have this evil twin.


Passionate is another charm of time,
Without which nothing is fine.
Each step in life is like a line.
His story is for him to design.


To be truthful, not being truthful is alright,
For with situations we need to change our sight.
Lose if you must for trying is right,
His story speaks about everyone's fight.