Gazing

I have travelled quite a bit, seen a few things here and there. Travelling is good.

It is necessary to take time out of our lives, turn off those bright screens which we see all day and just catch a train.

A nice train compartment, a hot cup of coffee, a good book or some blank pages, and one Pen. The Poet always needs the Pen, pun intended. That is an amazing way to start a journey, if one likes to travel solo.

Traveling with friends is amazing, helps you to connect, bond, explore and make memories for a lifetime but there is something about travelling solo.

I remember my old days when I used to kick start my motorbike and take on the roads. No pre-fixed destination, just going where the path leads me to. I used to ride for hours, accelerate on highways and open roads, stop at small roadside shops or gas stations for a cup of tea and then carry on with my adventure. Lately, I have been missing those days. I would love to go on such trips again but thats okay. Someday I will.

A traveller travels for the novelty of it,

A fresh life with each morning star.

As fancy as it sounds, it is hard to commit,

It is not just about the places afar.

Each mile stores millennium worth moments,

Waiting to be explored by the travelling gambler.

Richness of difference is life’s endowment,

Appreciable only by a fellow traveller.

With a crowd or alone, to field or hills,

Remains at liberty with the desperate dweller.

Capturing the world in the form of stills,

Only gets sweeter for the gazing teller.

A Traveller

Read to know…know to read

I came up with this tag line during the very initial days of my blog. I remember, we were sitting in my hostel room and talking about palindrome when I saw on this piece of paper with Read to know written on it.

Thus began, Read to know…know to read catch phrase. Not exactly a palindrome by definition but yeah that’s pretty much the story. Today I am here ready to post by 100th Poem and it really has been a journey so far.

To many more to come and to this 100th, Read to know…know to read.

Satisfyingly unsettled

Birds were flocking back to their nests,

While the set was glowing orange and red.

Amidst the settling sand they give their best,

And remain Satisfyingly unsettled for ahead.

What more can you truly achieve apart from a simple try?

Question to be asked in the presence of stars…

Was my effort a truth or a lie?

Regardless of answer strategy says, “Try”.

Remain satisfied with what you did,

But dare not settle ever in life.

Greed is not doing my bid,

It is the positive satisfying drive.

Satisfyingly unsettled is to perform, rest, and strive.

The Poet and the Pen, 100th Poem

Sage old story

Temptation leads to an act of action,

Action comes with certain deeds.

Good and bad co-create junction,

Oh fool why don’t you limit your needs?

Enough itself is never enough.

A concept relative to every being.

Our unnecessary necessity synonyms tough,

Fallacy is all that I am seeing.

Age old stories are being treated ill,

All for the comfort and purpose of some.

A game where end is peril,

I found a sage of ageless term.

White clothed with a smiling gaze,

Has no money or possession of his own.

Yet his wealth is beyond our chase,

Answering all in his calm and soft tone.

Simplicity, truth, non-violence and kindness,

Are principles to break the cycle of Karma,

Harbors the flame which ends all blindness,

Ageless Sage’s definition of Dharma




Be it any country, religion, race or identity, core values all remain the same. In the end we are all but a name.

Dice

Segmented thoughts are fluttering by,

Shadowing uncertainty over right and wrong,

Quite moment comes rarely these days.

Lyrics are mute yet loud is the song.

Dice, how do you do it?

Rolling, Tumbling, spinning side,

Not knowing what lies beyond,

Taking chances is how you decide.

Life, the six faced gambler, 

Has randomness as its guide. 



The best is not over… read till the end.Hello fellow reader from a place unknown, hope you found the words appropriate. So how have you been lately?

I am fine and smiling as I write from somewhere in the globe. It is funny, isn’t it? I talked about randomness in my Poem and here it is, a perfect example of the same. Some stranger whom I have never seen, met or even talked to is reading and understanding my words from an unknown place (talk about randomness there!)

Beautiful! Right?

Life is mundane at times, we feel low or bad or sad or sometimes even get mad. BUT (Yes this one required a higher volume)…But that is the thing, in order for life to be fun and exciting it also needs to add in the mundane flavour.

Get it?Well, I’ll let you to decide. Just one thing I would like to say before I step off. Try and see at all the randomness that is floating around you and in your life and if you do find any, which you will for sure, convey that feeling to this fellow whose words you just read, Out of randomness. 

en el final

Gushing voices need to calm,

Racing steps need to amble,

Infuriated minds need to breathe,

As in the end it is just a gamble.

End is endless for it is desire,

No one ever acquired it all,

For while will is the necessary fire,

Peace and happiness are your call.

For if there is a smile on your face,

And the want to do something good,

Invest yourself in a valuable chase,

In the end it will be all you actually could.

It’s that simple

Read only if you can finish till the end. Post maybe a bit long but it surely isn’t boring!!!

Read to know…Know to read!

We tend to complicate our lives, everything that surrounds us by giving things more attention and time than they need or yet deserve.

Ever thought what it would be like if You only thought of things that actually needs to be thought about?

I’ll tell you what would have happened…

Your total thinking time (which consumes most of your energy) would have been reduced by atleast 70% (my opinion).

What good would this do?

This would buy you more time to think about more things that can create a difference in both your life and the lives that surrounds you. Time is indeed the most precious thing in the world.

Why is time the most precious thing in the world?

Because even a nanosecond of time is never repeated or stopped or slowed down or given as extra…

Yes! it is just that precious,

Yes! it is just that mortal,

Yes! it is just that simple.

No, there is no Poetry that follows these set of lines (if you want then please let me know) but these lines are from a Poet, a reader, a blogger and more importantly a friend.

I myself succumb to spending my time on things I just urged you not to but Hey! I am only Human. Speaking of whom I like to share one thing using this remarkable platform called Internet (WordPress to be specific)

Hello my friend, whom I have never met! I reside in the Eastern Part of the Globe and would love to know more about you. I come with friendship, I come with humanity, I come bearing this one news…

We have the power to help each other out merely by our words…It is just that simple. Say what you feel like, write what you think is true, for we have a gift…a gift of communication which is only possesed by a few. Help out a friend or someone in need by letting them know what you think is right. Let them know how you would have endured if you were in the same fight. Ahh! can’t help myself from Rhyming, laughter has taken over me now and I hope that by now a smile is on the face of my amazing reader.

 

Waiting for a response or a good old conversation,

~Nishant Gang (The Poet and the Pen)

My first word

Bearer of life, bearer of love,

Not just an image but a God from above,

Being your ward is what I am proud of,

Mother, I have nothing for you but respect and love.

A true image of strength and care,

Only person who includes me in her prayer,

I stand today because you always stood by,

Life is hard but with you it feels fair.

A mother’s job is perhaps the toughest of all,

Ensuring the world around her doesn’t crumble or fall,

Best things in life are actually very small,

I love it when my mother treats me like a kid who crawls.

Mother, thank you for everything that you do,

It is your strength that puts me through,

Strongest, purest, you keep me true,

I am nothing, a no one without you.

Thank you for being nothing but You,

Maa, I love you.

A video journey of The Poet and the Pen

Almost all my poems had a featured image (which do not belong to me in any way whatsoever)

Each image was used with the purpose of letting my readers understand and connect with my words at a much better level.

This video shows my journey and the rich content this blog has to offer…

Read the poems once you are done with the video (especially those whose images you like)

See to know…know to read

Happy Monday!

That day

Streets were singing the sound of joy,

Lights and decorations captured all eyes.

I saw a smile so beautiful and pure on a boy,

And the stars… stars decorated the nightly skies.

Ornaments, beads, clothes and food,

Lamps, candles, toys and books,

Wine and cheese and music for the mood,

And the cuisines made by those amazing cooks.

It was so beautiful and cozy and peaceful,

That it made me forget of the days to come.

Maybe it was wrong or maybe it was needful,

But… That day still makes me numb.

A night which I lived only once,

A night which I live when I need a break,

A night that forever will be speacial to my heart,

Not because of any person for nothing was fake.

 

Pranam

Before I convey my thoughts through the usual way of a Poem, I would first like to tell my readers about the above mentioned title of the Post. It comes to you all the way from the cultural land of India.

Feel free to read more about it online or ask me questions in the comments section.

Pranam: – It is the art of touching an elder’s feet or simply bowing down infront of someone as a sign of respect.

It is mostly practiced in India and is a way of offering salutation. The reason why it is done is written in the Poem that follows. The reason, meaning and purpose of offering Pranam is deep, ancient and beautiful.

Read to know…know to read

Pranam

Word means bowing in the front,
With the aim of touching elder’s feet.
Eyes looking towards mother earth,
Humble, respectful a gesture so sweet.
Ancient scripts speak of this art,
To be done wherever respect is due.
Only to be done from the core of our heart,
Not just for the sake of a few.
Bowing down infront of the higher,
Bends your ego, your false sense of pride.
Nerves of our body which ends in our finger,
During Pranam complete the energy circuit inside.
Restores blood pressure and sustains health,
The art of bending forward with both arms stretched.
Plus blessings and wishes from elders is as good as wealth,
Try it from your heart, your mind will be refreshed.
Not just a gesture which we observe,
But an act of kindness and devotion.
It helps to gain knowledge and conserve,
A simple art with so many emotion.

As this year comes to an end, I offer Pranam to all those respected souls who have taught me, guided me and showered their blessings on me.

This Poem is very close to my heart as I am dedicating it to my idol, my inspiration. My Grandfather, Hemraj Gang.

Wishing all my readers a very Happy New Year!

~Nishant Gang.