Let me

 

Let me be your lyricist

and write that befitting song.

Let every pulse under my wrist

add a beat for as long

as I continue to exist.

Let a music be born

and reverberate in all directions.

To the world you may not be great

because of your imperfections.

But to me you are,

The person from the pond’s reflection.

 

 

It is you and always just you. When you write your own song, it lasts forever.

-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.

Reality Check

I see comparison in the name of equality, but why? Man and Woman are two sides of the same coin, aren’t they?

 

 

Typical images are no longer valid.

Both Venus and Mars revolve around the Sun.

Life has moved on at a pace so rapid,

Yet the comparison seems to be undone.

Man, the strong and tough all times,

Too faces agony and tears.

Want to hold hands or cry aren’t crimes,

We are fearless despite our fears.

We hold, protect, preserve, and care,

Nothing which the other doesn’t do.

Man is one who takes on a dare,

Weak at expressing but our love is true.

Woman, the source of life and heart,

Too sweats to earn bread and butter.

Want to be independent and have her own start,

Doesn’t make her any less of a mother.

She is practical despite her emotions.

Her beautiful eyes hold a fire so true.

She holds, protects, preserves, and care.

Nothing which the other doesn’t do.

World needs both the sides,

Both the sides make one coin.

Without one the other cannot stride,

Dots are there but we ignore to join.

Pressing issues #2

Topic #2

Sacrificing Hobby

 

 

Hey ordinary, how do you do?

Upset? when someone says this to you,

I won’t apologise for being true,

For you did this to yourself, didn’t you?

 

Hobbies are trademarks of individuality,

They may sound same but that’s the only similarity,

For your hobby and your personality,

Combined contribute to your singularity.

 

You had/have a gift,

But you chose to let it go.

If you think your hobby cannot lift,

Look at the legends on whom are the TV shows.

 

No, it’s not late, it’s still out there,

Go on, run after it, catch it and stare,

Grow together, learn and preach,

Your Hobby is your flair.