Dare

While it felt like being let go

by the hand holders of past,

little did I know that

I was being pulled forward at last

by those who would become my everything.

Least expected ones make up for most.

Separation from the old does hurt

but only for a while till the void remains.

Today I know those whom I can trust

and call them whenever it pains

only to know that they will not only listen

but make it go away.

I hope these ones do stay.

I also know that none lasts forever

and that itself is the dare.

It’s all about learning from the one who is here

and later allowing them to pass but love and care

because life is only as long as that dare.

Once in a lifetime

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That once in a lifetime moment,

usually comes very discreetly.

In the end we don’t look back at the celebration,

but the moment we finally achieved victory.

Hauntingly beautiful, isn’t it?

and perhaps that is fair.

We cannot ever predict it

For it is a once in a lifetime affair.

Intrinsic




Doubted yesterday,


Trusted today,

Tested and proven

you are.



To some, above

To some, below

their level.

Maybe near, maybe far.



Never absolute,

Right and refute,

You are what

You are.



Never loved,

Never hated,

By each and every

you met so far.



Leader to many,

Follower to many,

Your impressions vary

like the gazer which is bizarre.



As long as you know,

As long as I know,

No one will ever know

What others are.

My “Silent Words”

Dear Blogosphere,

Today I want to tell the whole world that I am now an Author.

Yes, that’s right.

I have been writing for over 5 years now and always wanted to see my work in the form of a Book. Last year in June’19, I started working towards making this dream come true and dedicated a good 6 months to it.

Today, I don’t have much to say as I am elated and humbled by all the love, support and good wishes that have been bestowed on me by my friends, family and last but not the least, my readers.

Therefore, without any further adieu let me introduce you to my first book, Silent Words.

“Hear and connect with the real you, every whisper will be true.”

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Smiling for real

 

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Holding my dream

Here are the details:

Title: Silent Words

Author: Nishant Gang

Publisher: Delhi Poetry Slam

Book available on

i. Amazon: www.amazon.in/dp/8194478545

ii. Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/the_solo_gang/

I hope that you will read this dream of mine and leave your honest reviews and comments on various platforms.

Excited to see what comes next.

– Lots of Love, Nishant

 

And just like that…

Plans never end,

Dreams never stop changing.

There is always something to attend

And Earth keeps revolving.

And then one day,

Just like that…

It all stops

When that line goes flat.

But before it does,

Stroll through your days with a smile.

Let it last for a while.

Occasionally tears will drop by

But that’s okay.

Tears eventually dry.

And just like that… life goes by.

An incomplete story

What remains are the ones which are incomplete.

Absence of closure keeps them at the back of our mind

where we invent our own little skit

and keep rewriting them in the hope to find

something which will just fit.

Soon we forget the previous story

because a new one starts to take shape.

Congratulations on creating another incomplete story

where one day we shall come back for an escape.

Tales of woe

 

After months of hard work didn’t bear fruit, he seemed despondent.

She too had nothing absolute, life seemed dishonest

but somehow they ended up across the same table,

as they say unstable finds unstable.

 

One had everything and aspired for more,

the other had nothing and wanted just a little.

Tales of woe were exchanged

and both realised, Life is a pickle.

 

She saw a guy with success, still not giving up on betterment.

He saw a girl with nothing to start yet, not ready for a settlement.

But none spoke it out loud and shared a thankful smile.

They got what they needed, at least for a while.

 

♦ Sometimes when two broken pieces meet they somehow fix each other with their shattered pieces.

The Play

 

One day they shall all be forgotten.

Who, What, When, Where will all become trivial.

Same stories will repeat themselves

for the new actors to reveal

and think of themselves as pivotal.

Old actors will watch from a distance

and critique as the new ones make mistakes,

But so did they…

Past comes back in a way.

Yet the audience will applaud

and throw roses for the same play

because that is their part

and to act is actor’s.

In the end it is all just a play.

आइना

आइना समेट रहा था, खुद को समेट लिया

 

 

एक टुटा आइना सच कह गया.
चेहरा नहीं पर दिल दिखा गया.
बिखरा जरूर पर
देखने वाला भी तो बिखरा ही था.
आइना जीता और बिखरा हार गया.

खुद को समेटना जो भूल गया था
वह अपने बिखरे आप को समेटने लगा.
किसे पता था…
पहली बार उसे कुछ अच्छा लगा.
दिल के दरार आईने पे आगये,
पर जैसे जैसे आइना समेटा
एक चेहरा सामने आया.
वह चेहरा उसने कही तो था देखा.

बहुत पहले. समेटा हुआ चेहरा.
अब उसे फिरसे वही चेहरा देखना है.
आईने के सामने खड़े होक खुद से कहना है,
की वह वापिस पहले जैसा हो गया है.
और किसी टूटे हुए आईने से कहना है,
वह गलत है, देखने वाला फिरसे पूरा हो गया है.