It was the last time we ever gazed
into each other’s eyes.
Gone are those days
and life is what it is today.
But before we turned around
and walked our separate paths
there was this moment…
It was just this moment
when we both realised,
A good rival is also very important.
A good enemy helps you to improve.
-Nishant, The Poet and the Pen
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.
An old man sitting on the walkway,
Asked each passerby for a word.
Barely did anyone stop by,
For it seemed highly absurd.
I wrote on a piece of paper
And kept it in the old wrinkled hand.
Only to find out later
He could not comprehend.
In that moment, instead of being shy,
The old man smiled and asked for its meaning.
I explained but then I asked “Why?”
Said, “I am addicted to learning.”
~Each of us have something to teach but more importantly we all have so much to learn and not from only books or teachers but from each other as well.
Do you ever feel a pinch in your heart as if something pointy is just trying to pierce it?
Not a good feeling at all. I sometimes feel so as well and I don’t know why but it happens out of nowhere and makes me feel bad. The whole day goes by in laughter and smile and then this happens. Why are we so complicated? Or better yet, why can’t these two (Heart and Brain) live harmoniously?
Ugh! (This is so annoying!!!!!!!!!!!)
Writing calms me down, thank god.
Tell me oh wise world,
Why do I feel so hurt?
For I am doing as told,
And yet I feel trapped.
Unfathomable is my pain.
I feel the pinch despite the cause.
How do I abstain?
Or is there a provision to pause?
Wailing heart may still beat,
But every beat carries a cry.
Being unaware has led to my defeat,
Funny, Heart feels but we don’t know why.
