Underrated Hero

 

It starts from the day we come into this world

and after that it lasts forever.

Father is not just a relation

but a journey full of sacrificing endeavours.

We cannot thank you enough, ever.

 

You never stop watching over us, do you?

My childhood pictures were taken only by you.

In adolescence we walk right next to you, holding your finger

and in teenage, despite wanting to be alone, your watchful eyes linger.

No matter how old we get, you remain our silent singer .

 

Underneath that tough and quiet exterior

we all know that you are soft hearted just like mom.

Yet your wish to make us better

asks you to take tough calls. How do you do it?

That parent who accepts resentment for his child’s betterment.

 

Perfect balance of love and lectures, teacher and friend,

at times harsh but always fair,

Father you are hard to comprehend.

I pretend to be like you when I sit on your chair

and feel that overwhelming pressure that you withstand.

 

No child can ever document their father’s role

because there are some things you just cannot express.

Words too have limitations after all

Unlike my Father’s worry when I am a mess.

Father, the person we fail to call.

 

All we can say is a Thank You

and we will try to be a bit more like you.

It will be tough but it will be worth it.

Even though we don’t say this enough,

Father, we really really Love You.

 

You cannot say anything about this one man because he knows you more than you know yourself. He is your Father.

-Nishant, The Son.

खेल

 

एक खेल खेला करते थे हम.
खेल के कुछ नियम हुआ करते थे.
जीत और हार से टटोलते थे मन
छोटी छोटी बातो पे झगड़ा करते थे.
काफी नोक झोक हुआ करती थी
लड़ाईया भी हुआ करती थी
पर पता है उन सबके बाद भी
खेल की गाडी नहीं रूकती थी.
सब कुछ भूल के अगले दिन फिरसे एक खेल खेला करते थे हम.

अब खेलने के दिन गए शायद
नियम के बंधन भी मिट गए शायद
रोज़ रोज़ मिलना भी काम हो गया शायद
पार छोटी छोटी बातो में झगडे आज भी होते है
और फिरसे वह दो दोस्त साथ में कभी नहीं खेलते है.
शायद समझदार बनते बनते समझ कम हो जाती है,
दोस्ती बिना किसी बात के कहानी बन के रह जाती है,
जो बात बचपन में पता थी आज नहीं समझ आती है,
सिर्फ खेल बदला है, पर हम तो आज भी वही साथी है.

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.

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

Oblivious

I never knew that I would become

This person that I am today.

Which makes me wonder,

How did I come all this way?

I took decisions and that paved my path.

But my decisions were as per situations,

Wrong or Right: the aftermath.

Situations were life’s creations.

Life just kept on happening

While I tried to catch up.

I have been trailing since the beginning,

And this chase I can never give up.

So how did I come all this way?

Perhaps I was too busy running.

Funny, we don’t remember most of our today,

But we plan for the next one which is coming.

I still do not know how did I become,

The person I am today.

I woke up next to you

Finally that morning had come.

My eyes knew what they were about to see.

For before going to bed yesterday,

I knew it was meant to be.

It took us years to get together,

Years that felt like centuries.

But this feeling couldn’t get any better.

So many bitter-sweet memories.

Your eyes were just like mine,

Bright and happy and no longer wet.

And therefore this morning is oh so fine,

For there are no Teardrops on my pillow set.  

 

I want to try something here. I urge all my readers to kindly post their understanding from the said lines in the comment section. 

Play Fair. 🙂

Just curious and hey, no one can be wrong for that’s the beauty of Poetry. 

चलता हूँ

Goodbyes are inevitable. But it is okay for they pave way to the new Hi and Hello 🙂

जाने का वक्त हो गया है,
मुझे अब चलना चाहिए .
मेरा समय यहाँ अब पूरा हो गया है,
चलता हूँ, यह किस्सा अब खत्म हो गया है.

अब मेरी आवाज सिर्फ यादो में सुनाई देंगी,
जो में कहता था शायद वो भी वही कहेंगी.
पुरानी बातें जरूर याद रहेंगी,
पर चलता हूँ, वरना मेरी कहानी अधूरी रहेंगी.

कुछ किस्से साथ जरूर रहेंगे,
हस्ते रोते मुझसे बातें करेंगे,
“याद है?” कहके मुझे छेड़ेंगे,
पर अब चलता हूँ, समय के पीछे नहीं रहेंगे.

पुरानी यादें जाने देना गलत नहीं,
क्युकी नयी यादें भी आनी है कही,
जो चला गया उससे जाने देना ही है सही,
चलता हूँ, अब और बात करने को है नहीं.

कहते है, ज़िन्दगी में जो आगे नहीं चलता वह पीछे चला जाता है,
यही तो बात है, समय से कौन जीत पाता है?
इसीलिए आज मैंने फिरसे कदम बढ़ा लिया है…
किस्सों में होती है कहानी, यह अब जान लिया है.

~ चलता हूँ

Yours Sincerely,

This letter is to you. Yes, all of you.

Regardless of time, date, year or nation, this Letter will always be true. I have often wondered what is eternal, actually nothing but just words. Hope you like it. If you do, write a letter yourself. 😉

Read to know…know to read

An open letter on an eternal date,

Wishes to end and start a debate.

Keeping aside the prejudiced love and hate,

Yours Sincerely, Fate.

Hope you are doing well,

If yes, Kudos!. If no, then please tell.

Letters are ways to end what dwells,

Fate writes only spells.

Based on the memory of human history,

Either you are fiction or a mystery.

Regardless, you are trying to find your own trajectory,

Write to me, Fate, and seek victory.

I wish you to write and thereby be written,

I am your creation which you have forgotten.

Write letters like the one you just read,

Fate is crafted it is said.

Only you can know your trait,

Only you know what makes you great,

You decide the time and date,

I will meet you there. Yours Sincerely, fate.

Stage yourself

Short but Significant.

 

We decide our own character,

We decide our own cast,

We decide our own script,

But the play is far more vast.

Despite us doing everything, why do we feel like an outcast?

 

Book is one with a single story,

But multiple chapters and lessons.

We fixate on things that shouldn’t make us worry,

Not all ends are conclusions.

 

Each character is a book,

And each book writes itself.

Life only decides the path you last took.

Decide how you want to stage yourself.

Placebo effect

Some days are just special and today is one of those days.

On a day like today I would like to tell you about a loop which never allows us to escape yet it carries the escape with it.

Read to know…know to read

Mind is a fool for it does not know,

Heart controls it whereabout.

And Heart’s a fool for it does not know,

Mind can trick heart without a doubt.

But who is smarter of the two?

Answer divides the Earth in half.

Fact is there is no false or true,

Same situation can make one cry and one laugh.

If you feel Heart is smart,

Tell Heart that everything is alright.

Poor Mind will play its part,

Everything will start to look just right.

And if you think mind is stronger,

Tell Mind that you call the shots.

Poor Heart will beat longer,

And open all the positive slots.

We believe in what we think,

We think about what we believe.