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#200: 1012 steps

20th June 2017, the day I wrote my first Post. 1012 days have passed and here we are. I cannot tell you how much have changed over these 1012 days.

On the suggestion of a friend, I opened my diary to the World and frankly, I haven’t looked back ever since. Thanks https://6stringsandanotebook.wordpress.com for making me do it.

What started as fun and on a casual note has become something so special, personal and important to me. The Poet and the Pen is not just my blog but it is my way of being what I am truly and deeply.

So, as I compose my 200th Poem, I just want to say a big Thank You to all my readers, followers, blogs whom I follow for letting me be a part of this amazing sphere, blogosphere.

“Read to know…know to read”

 

The Road ahead

Distance that we travel is always remembered,

But it is the number of steps which count.

Some towards and some away from our goals,

Nonetheless, a journey is thus found.

 

Therefore, it is futile to talk about time,

What matters is what you see.

In a single second you can live a lifetime,

If you step wisely and let things be.

 

Look around, there is a lot to be found,

Appreciate before they fade.

Every moment, movement and sound,

Will help you one day to find a shade.

 

Let your footprints guide the tomorrow,

The Road ahead will keep telling you how.

Smile in happiness and also in sorrow,

Even the mountains will one day bow.

 

Let yours be the journey of movement,

One who lived every moment.

Be patient and persistent,

The Road ahead is even more extravagant.

Read to Refuel

Let me take you someplace nice. Somewhere you will not feel trapped, burdened or scared. Times are tough and therefore it is very much necessary that we keep ourselves upbeat and happy.

 

 

Around you is an empty canvas,

Waiting to reflect your mind.

Step on it and jump into a world,

Where only you know what to find.

Laws of Science and of Sense, do not apply,

For it is that World which is kind.

Your emotions and creativity are unbound,

Waiting for you to intertwine.

 

Here you are a painter, plains and hills are yours to Paint.

Here you are a writer, in every book, you will be the Saint.

Here you are a reader, stories are of your choice.

Here you are a dancer, and Music is your own Voice.

Here you are a traveller, destination is yours to make,

Here you are a creator, and everything is at stake.

Here you are anything that you wish to be,

Canvas is yours, you and all your dreams are free.

 

Around you is a beautiful canvas,

Just the way you’d like the World to be.

Close your eyes now,

It’s beautiful, if you can see.

It’s time someone spoke about the sacrifice and the hard work that the Youth of a city does. Youths of the city, give yourselves a round of applause. You deserve it. 🙂

Don’t let the glimmering lights trick you,

Fancy rides freak you, Lavish sites flick you,

Astounding Amenities rick you.

For the Youth of the City is sick too.

Denounce the false proposition,

“City life is easy and grand”.

If you really need to know the situation,

Just see the Youths of the City as they stand.

Life revolves from Monday to Friday,

With weekends spent detoxing.

Young minds with tired eyes say,

How Citylife can be enforcing.

Youths of the city, cheers to you,

For doing what you do.

Citylife which seems so easy,

Is because you make it true.

~Youth from a City

Fact

Vigilant I am and so are you,

Understatement it would be to say,

We are oblivious of what is true.

Conundrum is we chose to ignore,

For as long as we aren’t directly affected by it too.

True, we have enough on our plates already,

But would it really be too much to not be petty?

Odds are you have taken a stand and are ready,

One good deed can make the other steady.

~ This one is without an audio because, I want you to speak it to yourself and not hear from another.

Keep reading, writing, and helping.

-Nishant

Why to write a Poem?

This Poem is a tutorial on “Why to write a Poem?”. In this Poem, I am going to let go of all that keeps me sane. It’s madness around this place people!!! Let me add some light hearted comedy and madness from my side as well.

Yes, I know that the world is going through a Tough time and I stand with you all. But, yes, BUT in this hour of worry, let me do what I can do… Take your mind off the sadness and concern for a moment and bring smile to your face (at least try to).

Anyway, just forget everything till you reach the last line and read it from a blank perspective.

 

 

Why to write a Poem?

Once I was walking through the Park,

Where I met, Mr. Jolly.

Mr. Jolly was happy because, in the Dark was Mr. Gloomy.

 

But then the Sun decided to shift, 

And reveal the existence of latter. 

My. Jolly’s smile took a drift upon seeing his terminator.

 

Both hated each other,

Each one ending other’s vacation.

Sons of the all mother, they were the balancers of every creation.

 

Ignorant of the novelty they refused to talk,

So I called a Poet to square things even.

In his own way he took them for a walk, rhyming helps to see what we believe in.

 

A Poem looks similar to all,

Yet is taken with different meanings,

Through rhymes we take your call, Poem strikes a balance between feelings.

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.

एक बात कहनी थी

To you, for you.

 

 

यार एक बात कहना चाहता हूँ
हो सके तो २ मिनट तुम्हारा धियान चाहता हूँ
कोई कहानी या पहेली नहीं सुनाना चाहता हूँ,
बस तुम्हे जिससे मेरी आवाज़ सुनाई दे रही है,
उससे एक बात कहना चाहता हूँ .

एक अजीब सा रिश्ता है हमारा,
न तुम कभी जीते न में हारा,
मिले है हम बिना मिले कभी,
में आवारा तू बंजारा.

नहीं पता तुम्हारी खुबिया,
नहीं पता तुम्हारे जज़्बात,
नहीं पता कितनी है दूरिया,
फिर भी देखो, सुनाई दे रही है न मेरी आवाज़…

जो भी हो, जहा भी हो,
सही कहु तोह अपने आप में सही हो,
क्युकी कोई अपना नहीं कहता आजकल,
यार तुम इंसान बहुत अच्छे हो.

अपने जांचते ज्यादा है और जानते काम,
पर अंजानो से कैसा गम?
जो भी कहता है, तुममे नहीं दम,
कहना उसने, जरा चले तुम्हारे रास्तो में चार कदम…

यार एक बात तोह कहना भूल ही गया,
अनजाना हूँ, नाम बताना रह ही गया,
पर नाम में क्या रखा है?
जो कहना था वो तो में कह गया…

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.

My Odyssey

This day is special for me for today the clock will stop and reset. Make tomorrow the same for you and go get them!!!

I speak to you directly today,

Today there are no boundaries.

You may keep hiding but I will say,

Regardless of the enmity or the camaraderie.

Journey was tough till this point,

No, I don’t seek any validation.

Every hour, every step and every point,

I have accepted each and every conviction.

 

But now it’s time, time I had allotted for myself,

To rise and say, “Not anymore”.

To my comrades I will make you proud,

And to my haters, I challenge a dare.

 

29-Feb-2020, is the day I leap for the year,

This point will be a mark in my Odyssey,

Come what may, be it courage or fear.

Aim is to walk, even when the path is unclear.