This song is just too special. The first time I heard this song I was in tears. It has this ability to make you calm, make you feel at ease.
The one and only Imagine by The John Lennon
Share this song, listen to this song, it is just love.
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)
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
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.
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.
Something was missing that night,
Perhaps a Star.
Moon had clouds for company,
Despite being far.
Such an Irony…
Sky makes us believe
Something which is not true.
Look up at the night sky,
Every time you feel blue.
I don’t know if I will resonate
With the world that is out there.
Never thought something this great,
Will redirect us towards care.
21 days have turned into a habit,
Of holding hands through eyes’ stare.
This world which was for exhibit,
Is now under repair.
Struggle will be to value things now.
What’s the worst that can happen?
Now we know somehow.
So much glory yet nature made us bow.
How will I live in a world which appreciates life?
And knows that unity is the key.
Where will I get to see small issues turning into strife?
World 2.0 will be better but will we be?
Just when I woke up.
As I lay motionless and warm,
Engulfed in the darkness of night,
I am convinced that I am blind,
For it has consumed my sight.
Every sound is of suspicion,
And surrounding is just unclear.
Such is the night of misconception,
Even Reason causes fear.
But now I am able to smile,
For I can see the shapes.
Darkness makes sight worthwhile,
Just like Sunlight through the drapes.