World 2.0

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?

250: Thank You

250th post. Each Post (on The Poet and the Pen) is done with the sole purpose of spreading a message. Message of Care, Fun, Love, Laughter, Happiness and Emotions.

I grow each and every day through this blog and many of you out there who just like me are on a quest to make the world a better place, I want to say Thank You.

We blog not for likes, comments, shares or anything. We blog so that someone who reads this irrespective of his country, location, colour, language and situation gets to know that we are here, we are with you and if we can do it so can you.

Lots of Love.

 

 

For every tear that you dropped in silence,

For every goodbye that scathed your heart,

For every smile that you projected despite inner violence,

For every day you played your part,

For every friend you lost and let go,

For every enemy you won by letting go,

For every step you took for a better tomorrow,

For every brave moment you faced your inner sorrow,

For every harsh truth you accepted,

For proving that you cannot be defeated,

For not treating the world as you were treated,

For spreading the good message that your misery created,

Thank You.

Sunlight through the drapes

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.

Magic Ring

If they go dumb and blind, it is your responsibility to guide them. Humanity is thus.

 

 

And when the whole world will be silent,

I will sing my song.

None will be defiant,

Humanity shall come along.

My words will resonate forever,

In different voices and tales.

Source may fade but legacy, never.

Humanity never fails.

That music of mine will ask,

To stand with reason and to stand up,

To denounce that evil mask,

To help others to setup.

And soon others will also sing,

Add values to this symphony.

Woman will be Queen and Man, King.

Humanity is the Magic Ring.

 

Fact

Vigilant I am and so are you,

Understatement it would be to say,

We are oblivious of what is true.

Conundrum is we chose to ignore,

For as long as we aren’t directly affected by it too.

True, we have enough on our plates already,

But would it really be too much to not be petty?

Odds are you have taken a stand and are ready,

One good deed can make the other steady.

~ This one is without an audio because, I want you to speak it to yourself and not hear from another.

Keep reading, writing, and helping.

-Nishant

Why to write a Poem?

This Poem is a tutorial on “Why to write a Poem?”. In this Poem, I am going to let go of all that keeps me sane. It’s madness around this place people!!! Let me add some light hearted comedy and madness from my side as well.

Yes, I know that the world is going through a Tough time and I stand with you all. But, yes, BUT in this hour of worry, let me do what I can do… Take your mind off the sadness and concern for a moment and bring smile to your face (at least try to).

Anyway, just forget everything till you reach the last line and read it from a blank perspective.

 

 

Why to write a Poem?

Once I was walking through the Park,

Where I met, Mr. Jolly.

Mr. Jolly was happy because, in the Dark was Mr. Gloomy.

 

But then the Sun decided to shift, 

And reveal the existence of latter. 

My. Jolly’s smile took a drift upon seeing his terminator.

 

Both hated each other,

Each one ending other’s vacation.

Sons of the all mother, they were the balancers of every creation.

 

Ignorant of the novelty they refused to talk,

So I called a Poet to square things even.

In his own way he took them for a walk, rhyming helps to see what we believe in.

 

A Poem looks similar to all,

Yet is taken with different meanings,

Through rhymes we take your call, Poem strikes a balance between feelings.

The Darkest Hour

Stuck in the worst possible place in your life?

Great!

No, I am not sadist, just Read or Listen to know why.

🙂

The Darkest Hour

When the night was dark I saw my bright self.

Nothing and everything seemed so clear.

Pursuit for betterment kept me breathing,

As the night ensured I face my fear.

 

Blooded armour seemed like a robe,

Sweats and tears as medals,

Gloomy night became inspiring,

And thorns became rose petals.

 

Night is darkest just before the dawn,

And not specific to the earthly sky.

From tough times Courage is drawn,

Perhaps day breaks as the bird fly.

My Flair

A writer sitting in a cafe trying to come up with a work is quite common. But let’s not talk about common things, ordinary things for some time.

Our minds are perhaps the best gift given to us for it allows us to think and do the most amazing stuffs.

Owing to our minds, each and every one of us has a flair. A speciality about ourselves. While I am awaiting for my fellow readers to share/talk about their flair with me, let me share about mine.

My Flair

I am an absolute buffoon.

Not knowing is my speciality.

I sometimes feel like December in June,

But I try to understand everything in its totality.

That is my Flair.

Knocked down several times,

Sometimes due to my lack of guard,

Sometimes due to some uncommitted crimes,

Yet none could get me disbarred,

I keep narrating my triumphs in rhymes.

That is my Flair.

I try to know things,

Unconventional or conventional are bounded by rings,

Fools who keep trying become Kings,

My Flair is my willingness to craft my own wings.

 

-That is my flair, what about you?

 

Silence before the Storm

I have always noticed one thing. Before a storm breaks, there is silence. An unusual peace, calmness, and overall soothing atmosphere persists.

The calmer the silence, the violent the storm.

Translating the same to our lives and bringing both silence and a storm, Let me put things into perspective.

 

We often crib about our misery,

Unhappy with a certain storm.

At those times turn towards chivalry,

And wait for the right platform.

Night precedes day, fire precedes ash,

Anger precedes sorry all in a flash.

And just like that Storm precedes peace.

Yet we remain oblivious and rash.

Keep calm and remember the said lines,

For if there is misery today, tomorrow will be fine.

Storm only visits to test our spine,

Don’t be a stubborn tree, be a smart vine.