Imagine by John Lennon

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.

 

May I have your attention please!

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)

The Preview:

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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

-Nishant

I would love to

A message from one to another. 

 

 

And when this all will be over,

Would you take a walk with me?

We shall revisit our favourite places,

Drink lots and lots of coffee.

Crib about calorie intake

while eating a 3 course meal

and share that pudding cake,

Your presence makes me heal.

Talk about our days

and laugh at our old mistakes.

Convey so much without saying,

Let our eyes do the talking.

You pick me up and I shall drop you later,

Hours pass while we discuss silly matters.

And then when this all will be over,

Would you take a walk with me?

I know I would want to

Because I Love You.

 

 

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.

Old strings new tunes

In the deepest corner of my room

6 old strings stood from distant past.

It wasn’t an accident that I discovered

Something which was already there since the start.

Many fond memories ran like a reel

Inside the projector of my heart

And then suddenly I started to feel

As if a sin had been committed on my part.

Old tunes stopped and strings never reverberated

Because I gave up on them,

Fallacy got me distracted.

I gave up on them.

Music was lost after a while

And I had to fill that void with noise.

We never love something which is not our style

6 old strings were my choice.

But now I am back and they are still there

Waiting to be played.

With old strings and new tunes I today declare

Resumption of my parade.

Even in the loudest nights now,

My tunes shall not fade.

We always return to the place we belong. We always find the things which are meant for us. Even though we walk away from them, life gets us back to them and it is at that moment when we realise that it was all meant to be.

Nishant, The Poet and the Pen

Fiction

 

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.

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.