वह हस्सी अब धुंदली दिखती है,
जिस पर मुझे नाज़ हुआ करता था…
आँखे भी अब कहा सच देखती है,
सच न जाने क्या हुआ करता था…
जब रौशनी गिरती है चेहरे पे,
उसके पीछे का अँधेरा ज्यादा दिखता है…
सुबह का सूरज नया दिन नहीं लाता,
रात की नींद दिन में मिलती है…
फिर भी यह दुनिया चलती है.
और चलना भी चाइये, क्युकि सही है.
बस एक बार यह धुंधलापन मिट जाये,
वह हस्सी यही कही छिपी है.
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.”
Smiling for real
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
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.
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.
Resident of gospel,
Hatred does rent a room
in every domicile.
Contrary to novel
and one of the strongest emotions,
Is it really vile?
No love can be realised
without Hatred being present.
It does not have to be hostile.
Perhaps a demarcation of personalities,
it safeguards an individual.
Just like every house has boundaries,
It maintains the much needed distance
between the better and the lesser.
Maybe Hatred was created to keep you away from someone who would make you miserable. Maybe it is not hostile. Maybe it does not have to be hostile. Maybe it is just a boundary.
-Nishant, The Poet and the Pen
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.
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
On the seat right next to mine
there was an old & torn book.
Faded ink on it spoke of a time,
Long gone now. It seemed bespoke.
Out of habit to turn pages,
My eyes started running over the faded words.
A few pages later there was a bookmark
on which written were these words…
Once you read, place the marker into the next page
and write a few lines about yourself,
Become a part of the book of age.
Keep it back on the seat, this was never meant for a bookshelf.
Upon doing as instructed I figured, I was reader number 511.
The book once belonged to this traveller
Who wished to meet the World.
Alas! he could not for time ran out. He was a believer.
He was reader number 001
and now I was a part of his world.
कहते है उम्मीद लगाना अच्छी बात नहीं. में कहता हु यह बात सही नहीं.
उम्मीद
मेरी एक आदत बहुत बुरी है
मुझे उम्मीद रहती है
और कही न कही सबसे रहती है.
गलती उसकी नहीं जिससे उम्मीद हो
क्युकि उसे तो पता भी नहीं.
बस मेरे ही मन में दबी रहती है.
बहुत समझाता हु खुद को
उम्मीद खुद से कर दुसरो से नहीं.
पर क्या करू? हो जाती है,
सबको होती है, उम्मीद…
हर बात की कोई न कोई वजह जरूर होती है,
मेरी उम्मीद की भी है और
जो उसपे खरे नहीं उतरते उनके भी.
बस इतनी सी बात ही समझनी होती है.
यह ऐसा खेल है जो शायद ही कोई जीत पता है,
और शायद इसमें हारना ही सही है,
क्युकि उम्मीद वही लगा पता है
जिससे दुसरो की उम्मीदें जुडी है.
Did you know?
No, I know you did not.
Did it show?
Yes, but no one took a note.
What now?
Sorry, You already forgot.
How?
That’s what we were taught.
First learn to see, listen, empathize & care. Rest will follow.
-Nishant, The Poet and the Pen.
