I would love to

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.

 

 

I woke up next to you

Finally that morning had come.

My eyes knew what they were about to see.

For before going to bed yesterday,

I knew it was meant to be.

It took us years to get together,

Years that felt like centuries.

But this feeling couldn’t get any better.

So many bitter-sweet memories.

Your eyes were just like mine,

Bright and happy and no longer wet.

And therefore this morning is oh so fine,

For there are no Teardrops on my pillow set.  

 

I want to try something here. I urge all my readers to kindly post their understanding from the said lines in the comment section. 

Play Fair. 🙂

Just curious and hey, no one can be wrong for that’s the beauty of Poetry. 

250: Thank You

250th post. Each Post (on The Poet and the Pen) is done with the sole purpose of spreading a message. Message of Care, Fun, Love, Laughter, Happiness and Emotions.

I grow each and every day through this blog and many of you out there who just like me are on a quest to make the world a better place, I want to say Thank You.

We blog not for likes, comments, shares or anything. We blog so that someone who reads this irrespective of his country, location, colour, language and situation gets to know that we are here, we are with you and if we can do it so can you.

Lots of Love.

 

 

For every tear that you dropped in silence,

For every goodbye that scathed your heart,

For every smile that you projected despite inner violence,

For every day you played your part,

For every friend you lost and let go,

For every enemy you won by letting go,

For every step you took for a better tomorrow,

For every brave moment you faced your inner sorrow,

For every harsh truth you accepted,

For proving that you cannot be defeated,

For not treating the world as you were treated,

For spreading the good message that your misery created,

Thank You.

I want you to read “it”

 

I am an addict.

I cannot live without it.

An insurmountable urge from within,

Makes it impossible to quit.

It.

It here is a habit,

Which shoots my wit

And makes me unfit,

Or as they say, misfit.

To find peace I chose to commit,

To my inner voice I submit.

But atleast I am not a hypocrite,

For I have the courage to admit.

Funny, your thoughts right now,

Whispering the signs of distress.

But I never disclosed “it”.

Maybe I didn’t want to impress.

 

~ Not all addicts and addictions are bad. Mine is Writing.

वो क्या है ना

Fun side of staying at home these days.

 

 

वो क्या है ना,
आजकल सुबह भी देर से होती है,
और दिन भर सिर्फ बाते होती है.
नजाने कितनी बार चाय और कॉफ़ी उफनती है,
चुहलें की आग मुश्किल से बुझती है.
सारे किरदार टी-शर्ट और ट्रैक पैन्ट्स में दिखते है,
पासे आजकल हर घर में गिरते है,
बड़े भी हार में बच्चो से झगड़ते है,
और हाँ, सोशल मीडिया में रोज़ नए ट्रेंड्स निकलते है.
घरो में रहना सबको काट रहा है,
पर सच बोले तो आलस से उठा नहीं जा रहा है,
माहौल तंग है, समझ आ रहा है,
पर घर रहके तू अपना फ़र्ज़ निभा रहा है.

वो क्या है ना,
वर्क फ्रॉम होम में नेटवर्क वैसे तो ख़राब है,
पर नेटफ्लिक्स में सब समझ आरहा है.
ऑफिस के वीडियो कॉल्स नहीं हो पारही,
पर दोस्तों से घंटो बातें किया जा रहा है.
पर ठीक है, थोड़ी मस्ती तो बनती है,
इतनी छुट्टी तो स्कूल में भी नहीं मिलती है,
और जब तक चीज़े वापिस ठीक नहीं होती है,
घर पे रहो, बस इतनी सी बिनती है.

 

घर पे हो ना?

8th day of the week

24*8

 

Just as the world never ceases to rotate,

For 7 days I will abide by my fate.

No more, no less.

 

But when the Sun will go down,

And Sunday will start to drown,

8th day shall come around.

 

And that shall be my day,

For 24 hours it will stay,

And fill me with hope.

 

There shall be no laws,

For what crimes shall I do alone?

8th day of the week, my own.

 

I will sip some tea and break bread,

Music will be played in the sky,

Deserted world will no longer be sad.

 

No words shall I utter,

To my mind shall I listen to.

On the 8th day of the week, I will meet you.

#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.