Final showdown

It was the last time we ever gazed

into each other’s eyes.

Gone are those days

and life is what it is today.

But before we turned around

and walked our separate paths

there was this moment…

It was just this moment

when we both realised,

A good rival is also very important.

A good enemy helps you to improve.

-Nishant, The Poet and the Pen

Rusted

 

An old bike sits in my garage.

It is covered in dust

and barely does it look nice.

One day it shall rust.

It was my favourite once,

I used to spend hours on it

riding through my favourite paths,

when suddenly it started to break down,

delayed my every plan.

I could no longer go around

and felt like a different man.

Everything has a life span.

 

When something/someone denies you from being the best version of yourself, understand that their time in your life is now over.

-Nishant, The Poet and the Pen

Science of Humiliation

It rips our self respect

And drains our peace.

No matter how hard we reject,

Humiliation settles in with ease.

With time it transforms into Anger and Hatred,

Both of which eat us from within.

Science of Humiliation once dictated,

Blindness is humiliations’ kin.

However that doesn’t imply

To allow humiliation in our lives.

Science of Humiliation has a perfect reply:

Revert with Kindness when it arrives.

 

When someone Humiliates you, the best reply is to be Kind. Kindness makes others angry for they fail in their attempt to get the best of you.

Agree?

Post your thoughts! 🙂

कुछ लोग

Caring has many forms.

 

 

उन्होंने सोचा यह संभाल नहीं पायेगा,
अकेला दर्द उठा नहीं पायेगा,
ज्यादा दूर चल नहीं पायेगा,
हार के वापिस यही आएगा.

आंसू उसके कमजोर लगे,
समझने वाले भी समझ न सके,
बिना कोई बात कहे,
चल दिए सब अपने रास्ते.

अरे वह तो उनमें से था जो सबको संभालता था,
रोके भी हार नहीं मानता था.
हमेशा अपनों का साथ देता था,
खुद बुरा बनके अपनों को समझा लेता था.

उसकी तो राह हमेशा से ही अलग थी,
जिसमें उसने खुद संघर्ष लिखी थी,
सच्चे दिल को समझ सके ऐसी किसकी समझ थी?
वह खुद था अपने साथ, उसे किसकी कमी थी?

वह रोया जरूर पर वापिस नहीं आया.
अपना रास्ता उसने फिरसे बनाया.
जब जब जरुरत पड़ी उसने दुसरो का समझाया,
और चलता रहा चुप चाप जैसे की कोई साया