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Crack in the Roof
Farthest corners have been held
for far too long now.
That roof is cracking
and there is so much snow.
Long held, water is dripping now
damping everything I know.
During sunlight of the summer
I barely feel the trouble
but now that I am cold,
the collapse seems inevitable.
But this is my home
and I shall go down with it, if need be.
Until then I’ll fix those cracks
which only the house owner can see.
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.
Could you just?
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.
क्या तुमने वह बात सुनी
Mental Health, one of my blog’s primary focus, is no joke. To all those who are reading and to The Poet and the Pen family, I request you to please share your pain if you have any. Don’t keep it inside you. I am here.
क्या तुमने वह बात सुनी
अरे वही जो में इतने दिनों से कह रहा था ?
अगर सुनते तो शायद पूछना न पड़ता.
अच्छा यह बताओ, अब सुन रहे हो
या अब भी सुनाई नहीं दे रही ?
या शायद तुम्हे कोई फर्क ही नहीं पड़ता.
अब तो मुझे भी फर्क नहीं पड़ता,
न किसी और से न अपने आप से.
शायद में कुछ दिन और लड़ता,
अगर में यह जंग समझ सकता.
सब कुछ समझ आ जाये यह तो जरुरी नहीं,
ज़िन्दगी सबकी सवार जाये यह तो जरुरी नहीं,
घिरा हुआ होने से अकेलापन दूर हो जाये यह तो जरुरी नहीं,
मेरी बिना आवाज़ वाली बात तुम्हे सुनाई दे जाये, यह तो जरुरी नहीं.
खैर, आपसे मिलके बहुत अच्छा लगा,
आता रहूँगा आपके नज़रो में कभी कबार.
किसी और का तो पता नहीं पर मुझे मेरा दर्द सच्चा लगा,
इसीलिए पूछ रहा हु एक आखिरी बार…
क्या तुमने वह बात सुनी.
I know this feeling. I have been through this as well. Yes, I was once depressed.
I know that you want to share and that you think no one is there but trust me, I am.
If you want to share anything with me through any way whatsoever, just reach out.
-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
Pressing issues#3
Title: Panic Attacks
Do not take a panic attack lightly, it happens to the best of us and it can be detrimental. Take all the time you need and ask a friend to help you through it. Yes, talk to someone like a friend or a therapist or a family member. Don’t worry, we love you and want you to be alright.
Trust me, I know.
My voice has gone mute,
My hands are shaking.
There are tears in my eyes,
Panic is undertaking.
I can barely stand,
I can barely breathe,
Can you please hold my hand?
My pain is very deep.
Sight is failing me,
Memories are ailing me,
My strength is leaving me,
Oh god! I am barely me.
I am crying but there is no sound,
As if I am being drowned,
I don’t need words or anything profound,
Just hug me tightly and let silence be around.
Unconditional Inability
Learn to appreciate what we have, and learn from what we see. Even from each other.
The Poet and the Pen invites it’s readers for a good Sunday Sustaining good thoughts and wishes. If any of you fellow writers/readers have something you would like to share, the platform is yours. Let’s cherish this! 🙂
Unconditional Inability
Most powerful beings we say.
Are we though?
We live life on what may,
Thinking that we run the show.
Truth is we are mere characters,
Able to govern what will only perish.
For the rest it’s an Unconditional Inability.
Why change what we can just cherish?
Not everything needs improvement,
For we would be the first ones if so.
Sometimes it’s okay to be an audience…
Take your belongings after the show.
Pressing issues #1
Over the next few weeks I’ll be writing on issues I think needs to be addressed. The series will be called Pressing Issues.
Topic #1
Taking someone’s misery as a Joke.
It’s hypocritical of us and our laughter.
When we feel pain we want the World’s ear
But when it’s time to lend the same, we say
“Chill dude, don’t bother or care”.
Congratulations, you have just added to the pain,
How much will it cost to just bear?
If someone opens up, be sane,
Handle other’s misery with care.
~ Your little time can help them for a while.
