In one of my gazes of the dark sky,
I found a star. Nothing but a star.
It was winter and the wind was dry,
When I heard it speak or maybe it was I.
Twinkling as it has been doing,
Maybe since the time before time,
It came down while I was viewing,
And stood in front of me, all in its prime.
Eons old it knew us all,
Every dweller on this Earth.
Said it is humans who fall,
For not knowing their home’s worth.
I saw in silence as your ripped her apart,
My friend Earth who weeps to me,
Time is slipping and so is your heart,
Allow my friend to live and be.
It didn’t plea nor did it threaten,
But told me what Earth can do.
Mother Earth who is now tired from sweating,
Is the same small planet we see as blue.
It vanished just like that,
Leaving behind so many thoughts,
But it was right, all through the chat,
Either be better or join the dots.
Read only if you can finish till the end. Post maybe a bit long but it surely isn’t boring!!!
Read to know…Know to read!
We tend to complicate our lives, everything that surrounds us by giving things more attention and time than they need or yet deserve.
Ever thought what it would be like if You only thought of things that actually needs to be thought about?
I’ll tell you what would have happened…
Your total thinking time (which consumes most of your energy) would have been reduced by atleast 70% (my opinion).
What good would this do?
This would buy you more time to think about more things that can create a difference in both your life and the lives that surrounds you. Time is indeed the most precious thing in the world.
Why is time the most precious thing in the world?
Because even a nanosecond of time is never repeated or stopped or slowed down or given as extra…
Yes! it is just that precious,
Yes! it is just that mortal,
Yes! it is just that simple.
No, there is no Poetry that follows these set of lines (if you want then please let me know) but these lines are from a Poet, a reader, a blogger and more importantly a friend.
I myself succumb to spending my time on things I just urged you not to but Hey! I am only Human. Speaking of whom I like to share one thing using this remarkable platform called Internet (WordPress to be specific)
Hello my friend, whom I have never met! I reside in the Eastern Part of the Globe and would love to know more about you. I come with friendship, I come with humanity, I come bearing this one news…
We have the power to help each other out merely by our words…It is just that simple. Say what you feel like, write what you think is true, for we have a gift…a gift of communication which is only possesed by a few. Help out a friend or someone in need by letting them know what you think is right. Let them know how you would have endured if you were in the same fight. Ahh! can’t help myself from Rhyming, laughter has taken over me now and I hope that by now a smile is on the face of my amazing reader.
Waiting for a response or a good old conversation,
~Nishant Gang (The Poet and the Pen)
Toughest to achieve in this world of liars,
Trust is the gift that seldom gets bestowed.
In the globe which is governed by desires,
Everything fades but Trust doesn’t erode.
How many are there whom you truly …?
If lucky maybe one or two.
Don’t count that vague feeling casually,
Trust will speak when it comes to you.
Learn to trust when the time comes,
But learn to trust only the true ones.
Enough with all the roses with guns,
Be transparent, it is good, it is fun.
Tale teller knows only tales for you,
Rustic or new, maybe fiction maybe true,
Undying words are only to light the way,
Singing Trust’s value as you make due,
Trust me for Trust is only for a few.
Almost all my poems had a featured image (which do not belong to me in any way whatsoever)
Each image was used with the purpose of letting my readers understand and connect with my words at a much better level.
This video shows my journey and the rich content this blog has to offer…
Read the poems once you are done with the video (especially those whose images you like)
See to know…know to read
Be it night or be it day,
Be it November or be it may,
I stand here and keep a watch,
My flag is my identity, proudly I say.
Absence of the loved ones haunt all the time,
Sickness and pain are equal to a crime,
Kids grow up in the meantime, but…
My flag is my identity, proudly I sign.
Festivals are spent far away in silence,
So you can live in peace I’ll endure the violence,
My job is not a job but a service to all,
You are safe because a soldier is on call.
Attention! My duties await,
For my country and not for any state,
My name maybe unknown but so is my fate,
Flag will be my identity till my last date.
We humans have this gift,
A gift given to no other being.
It is meant to be explored not resist,
Dreams are meant for seeing.
Sit yourself down and see the future you,
You will see a better version of yourself.
And if you work hard it will come true,
Hard work is that magical elf.
Dream of achieving all that you desire,
Dream of doing what gives you peace,
It’s never late to reignite that fire,
With the right dedication it will never cease.
It is not a dream if you see it while asleep,
It is a dream which keeps you up all night,
It’s much more beautiful, much more deep,
But only after you have endured your fight.
This one comes from the depths of my mind. So the week has began and most of us aren’t happy that it’s Monday however there is a bit more to it that just a lousy Monday!
Care to find out?!?, If yes, keep scrolling down. If no, well you are anyway on my page so might as well scroll down 😛
On a lighter note, here is a funny little story for all my readers to read and maybe smile as they walk into this new Week.
Read to smile…keep smiling for a while.
A funny little man
It starts on one of those antique trains,
Bound to those cities with fancy lanes,
And gazing at those valleys and fields and vast green planes,
Sat a funny little man right by the window panes.
Curious to his nature he kept imagining,
What it would be like to be away from the maddening,
Curious to his nature his mind worked like a wonder,
And he dozed off while all this was happening.
The journey continues in the same train,
Where he finds an escape from the pain,
The funny little man in his funny dream,
Meets a friend who never tells his name.
What’s so funny? It was his approach,
Not just to life but to all the questions asked in that coach,
For every time he questioned sadness or pain,
Friend asked, “Do you know what is my name?”,
Both talked for quite sometime,
Not that important, so I will simply rhyme.
Do you know what is our crime?
In suffering we forget his name every time.
So when you crib about all that is wrong , your friend
Happiness sits right infront, be strong!
Why do we fall?
This was the question that Thomas Wayne asked Bruce to which the answer was…
So we can learn to pick ourselves up.
Every soul that exists on Earth,
Is working towards a common goal.
Forms are different and so is the worth,
But the picture is similar as a whole.
It is success…
Roads are different for each one of us,
With Peaks and Valleys in everyone’s share.
Some perceive it as a dreadful fuss,
While some take it as a dare.
O Traveller bear this in mind,
The journey isn’t about being fair.
Rejections make one strong and kind,
So waste every tear with care.
For there would be no world to live and laugh,
Only a world with dead endless cries.
Men would be lost broken in half,
Wondering with darkness over their eyes.
For there would be no reason to go to work,
But simply be idle and let the time fly.
Similar would be the goals of the smart and the berk,
And lost would be the need to try.
For there would be nothing to hold on to,
At times when our fate turns dark.
Hope is all that Men ever knew,
Churning mankind, the eternal arc.