An unsettling unsure persona
Of self is conflicting today.
In my mind I am not me.
It is different what we both say.
Good thoughts are uttered badly
And skepticism is always high.
Simultaneous smiles are seen rarely
For one speaks truth and the other lies.
Lost is the bond now
Which is required to strike a balance.
Now it is all about how
I balance this imbalance.
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.
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:
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
Standing at 2850 m, Triund is a small hill station situated in Himachal Pradesh, India. It is a part of the Dhauladhar ranges. While the trek is called Triund Trek the magic of this trek starts from this beautiful place named McLeod Ganj.
A few minutes outside the serene and religious town of Dharamshala lies the mesmerizing McLeod Ganj. It harbours so much within itself that you feel all that you need is right here. I wanted to get lost in the streets of McLeod Ganj.
So it started in the month of Dec’19 when I called my buddy from college and told him about my past treks. For some reason we both decided that the next time I go for a trek, my friend Nikhil will join (no matter what!).
2 months passed and here he was. All the way from Bombay and ready for his first ever trek. I am glad that I was the one who got to share this experience with him. It was Mar’20 and we were all set to climb and experience the infamous Triund.
Part 1: Mumbai to Delhi via Jaipur 😛
So this story consists of 2 friends. Let’s talk about one of them here. He boarded a flight from Bombay which was scheduled to reach Delhi at 5:30 pm but due to Delhi’s ever persistent air traffic, our friend Nikhil ended up circling the capital for almost 2 hours or so before his flight captain decided to divert to Jaipur.
Result: We missed our bus from Delhi to Dharamshala that day. It was 6-Mar-20. Nikhil reached Delhi late in the night. But… little did life know that we two are perhaps the most stubborn of people when it comes to plans. We booked for the very next day and handled the minor hiccups.
Part 2: Delhi to Dharamshala to McLeod Ganj
So, it was 7-Mar-20 and time was 8:30 am. We reached Kashmere Gate bus stop and started with our trip. It was a slow but a steady start. The journey was of 10 hours but we had so much catching up to do that time flew by and amidst laughter and nostalgia we reached Dharamshala at 8 pm (bus was running late).
Time flies when you are enjoying it, doesn’t it?
Nikhil & I
Even though the distance between Dharamshala and McLeod Ganj is next to nothing, I really want to share this experience with you all. So we reached Dharamshala and were hungry as ever. Luckily we found this Street food Vendor who was selling some version of Bread and Lentils and Spices and Potato and whatever… I was hungry. We ate and fixed ourselves a cab. The Cab driver took in two puffs and raced Maruti Suzuki Alto 800 on the drenched & narrow roads running from Dharamshala to McLo (McLo is what they call McLeod Ganj).
Talk about SWAG! 2 Puffs and Vroom!!!!!!!
What the heck is this?
Part 3: Now the fun begins (8-Mar-20)
After a good night sleep, both Nikhil and I started our TREK. We reached the starting point where we met a couple of interesting people and bonded over our shared love for adventures and nature. It was cold and thanks to our lucky stars, it had snowed the day before. Good things happen to good people. We were all geared up and fired up to climb this mountain. Let’s go now!
Let’s start
This trek consisted of some beautiful waterfalls and views along the way and we made sure we live each and every part of it. Well at least we tried to. The calming sound of water falling from the top and resonating echoes in the valleys made us forget about music. Here are some pictures for your eyes and soul. (Enjoy the Slideshow)
After a climb of 4.5 hours we reached the top and it sure was welcoming. We were greeted by Snow and a lovely view of the mountains at the front and a valley at the back. What more could we have asked for?
Oh and yes, we also made a friend over there. Man’s best friend. A mountain dog.
We stayed there overnight and once again were lucky because it was Full Moon that night. Good things happen to…
We talked for a while, wandered in the mountains for a while, had the most healthy of dinner (so healthy that we took two plates each), drank tea and coffee, heard someone play Guitar which echoed in the valley and just stared at the vastness of the Mountain that was standing right infront of us with all its might. Once again, I am falling short of words here.
Unfortunately both of our phones ran out of battery and we did not have with us a good camera so we couldn’t click those images properly.
In the morning we met some of the beautiful sun rays and it seemed as if someone refreshed the green paint in the valley at night. It was so lush, so mesmerising, so…
Part 4: Down Trek and McLo
So on 9-Mar-20 we trekked down from the top of Triund and came back to McLo. Trip is not over yet. We, being the explorers as always, decided to wander into the streets of McLo and understand the place that it was. We went to the famous Monastery which also happens to be the residence of His Holiness The Dalai Lama, explored the narrow market roads of McLo and Nikhil being the food fanatic, found this beautiful authentic Tibetan restaurant. Later we visited a famous Church in McLo which was built in the 1800s.
It’s the simple things in life which should excite us for they are true to the core.
Food Food Food
Sheer Happiness
Lost as always
This Church is beautiful from Inside. More beautiful 😉
So yeah, later we came back to Dharamshala and waited there for a while for our bus to take us back to our lives in the cities. But while going back we both had a big smile on our faces because, we just got to live these beautiful 3 days which gave us the much needed boost and happiness.
What started on 7-Mar-20 ended on 9-Mar-20 and each and every moment in these two days was utter bliss. I don’t know how to convey such a feeling through words. Being a Poet I am falling short right now because this is much bigger than me and I love this feeling. Maybe this image will help.
In the end all I could say to Nikhil after Triund and the entire experience was,
Hey! What about the next trek dude?
He replied: Anytime you call me.
My Best Buddy.
Last Part: The Learnings & Experience
On 8-Mar-20 we conquered Triund and stayed there for a whole day. What Triund gave me was
Thank you for walking with us. Lots of Love. Take care.
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.
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
I have a theory that says,
Fiction is non-fiction in the making.
Those who transform a fiction into a fact
Change the ways of our living.
And that not many but one fiction
Resides in each of us.
Can we solve that question?
Do we have that obsession?
We seek greatness and immortality
In what lies in front of our eyes.
Maybe we fail because
It lies behind our eyes.
Find that fictitious thought,
Write it in your mind.
Heave till the fact is caught,
Fiction is yours but non-fiction is for the mankind.
We all have that one thought inside our mind which if realised and put out there in the world, it can make the world a better place.
Few years back I had set out to find
Something.
I found it but
It didn’t change anything.
Why would it?
I just wanted to find it
And never meant to understand
The purpose and the use.
Tomorrow I am setting out to find
Something.
I hope this time…
What if no feeling
Is a feeling.
An emotion
Which has been deceiving.
Numb at the core,
Silences our realisation.
Known to none at all,
Emotionless, the secret emotion.
