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.
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)
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.
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
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.
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
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!
Whilst admiring the view ahead, and
Breathing in the fresh country air,
I saw green fields all widespread, and
Sky which seemed quite fair.
Such peace is hard to find,
In the fast and polluted city life.
Allowed me to listen to my mind,
I felt free, nothing was confined.
I stood still with a cup of tea,
And wondered how nice it was.
Amidst the sound of air and trees,
For a moment time did pause.
“Take to the nature when you need to be free, and learn to let things go.
It’s time for me to flee, know to read…read to know”
Feeling lost amidst a crowd, I decided to come here; A peaceful place just to speak, A place where I don’t hear. Strange it is but somewhat true, It’s difficult at certain times; To understand what one goes through, One needs to hear the rhymes. I spoke to all and spoke to none, All that was happening and was done; Still nothing seemed alright, Okay, and thus I was done. When no mortal could help I turned to them, Who have been here wearing rocks and stems; And those who are always flowing, And the one who burns. The immortal friends. Words came out and echoed around, No one replied yet peace I found. Once felt lost amidst a crowd, Found myself in nature and its sound. Got time to breathe, to think, “Allow yourself…” said the immortal, “to sink”, “Your own voice will help you through”, Writes the Poet on a paper with Ink. -The Poet
Wear a bag on your back
Find a thrill in your heart.
Take time out to enjoy, to relax.
Come! We need to start.
Board a train or bus or even a car,
Without knowing where it’s Bound.
Through words let me take you far,
A journey which can only astound.
Read, write, paint or simply dance,
Whatever you like, you are free to do.
Have some faith, take a chance,
Trust me! What you see is true.
No need to rush, enjoy your escape.
Time exists only here and not in mind.
Take a picture of that happy landscape,
And leave the reality far behind.
Calm and rejuvenated?; It’s time to return.
That smile on your face is what I earn.
Hope these words darkened those concerns,
Let’s go back now, a lot is left to learn.