Judged

Posted on September 21, 2020 by Nishant Gang

Pace in his walk was quite high

and his eyes resembled with those who are shy.

Frantically he kept looking for an escape

from the gathering of people seeking the Why.

Words sounded bleak when he spoke

like a guilty child who just broke

something really expensive or special,

His innocence seemed circumstantial.

For acting different he became the attraction

and also a muse for others’ satisfaction.

It seemed he was about to get caught

with whatever inconsistency he had brought.

Later he was seen leaving with a smile

after being with us all for a while.

Before leaving, he kept a letter on each table,

Which said: “In every line we speak, every other is Judged.”

पत्ता

Posted on April 7, 2020 by Nishant Gang

जब एक पत्ते ने पेड़ को स्वार्थी कहा.

एक पत्ता मेरे पैरो पे आ गिरा,
पूछने पे बताया उसने अपना गिला.
कहने लगा, पेड़ स्वार्थी है.
मुझे गिरा कर उसे क्या मिला?

मैंने कहा ,पत्ते तू नादान है,
क्या तुझे जरा भी भान है?
उससे कितना दर्द हुआ होगा,
वह चुप है क्युकि वह महान है.

तू तो टूट के उड़ जायेगा कही,
नये साथी बना लेगा कई,
और वह वही रहेगा खड़ा.
तकलीफ में भी चुप रहेगा वही.

नई पत्तिया जो है अनजान,
उन्हें देगा खुद की पहचान,
और जब उनसे रिश्ता बनेगा,
वह भी चली जाएँगी, जैसे एक मेहमान.

तो अब बता, क्या वह सच में स्वार्थी है?
या बस नये को अपनाने का गुनेहगार?
यह सुनकर दुःख में वह पत्ता सूख गया,
वर्षा से जीत के भी मिली उसे बस हार.

Reality Check

Posted on March 15, 2020 by Nishant Gang

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Typical images are no longer valid.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.

वह एक सुबह

Posted on February 2, 2020 by Nishant Gang

I had the good fortune to meet someone today. Someone who really made my day. Hope you do well and stay happy. 🙂

From a humbled heart, I present to you this Poem.

जैसे हर रात के बाद एक सुबह आती है
जैसे हर बात कुछ जज़्बात जता जाती है
जैसे हार साँस एक नया एहसास लाती है
ठीक उसी तरह हम सबकी ज़िन्दगी में वह एक सुबह जरूर आती है

कौनसी एक सुबह?

जिस सुबह मैंने अपने आप से बात की,
जिस सुबह में हँसा और मुस्कुराया
जिस सुबह मैंने अपने आप से यह पूछा,
क्या मैंने खुद वह किया जो मैंने दुसरो को समझाया?

नहीं, मैंने नहीं किया.

कहना आसान है, करना मुश्किल
समझाना आसान है, समझना मुश्किल,
दिमाग समझदार है दिल नहीं,
गलती करना गलत नहीं.
जरुरत जरूर है पर जरुरी नहीं,
जो सोचा वह वैसा ही हो,
मनमानी जरूर की पर मन को समझाया नहीं,
संघर्ष मेरे अकेले का नहीं.

अब सुनो सुबह की वह एक बात.

ज़िन्दगी किसीकी भी आसान नही,
पर हममे यह समझ आता नहीं,
समझ नासमझ क इस खेल में,
या तोह में कहता हूँ या जता पाता नहीं.

Maniacs at Work

Posted on December 7, 2019 by Nishant Gang

Youth, embodiment of energy and crazy. But

Truth, quintessential drudgery resulting in lazy.

Why, a question with an answer all hazy.

Reality, no one knows or even asks out of courtesy.

Anomaly, when someone tries to row upstream.

Perceived, a foul player who cannot be of a team.

Irony, when one does live their dream,

The World, “Why can’t we live in the same theme?”.

Walk your own life and let others be,

The more you twist or tangle, lesser you will be free.

Maniacs at Work need to stop and flea,

Your wish is what your life should see.

Extro-intro-verts

Posted on November 24, 2019 by Nishant Gang

There is this bizarre concept called Extrovert and Introvert.

Extrovert is someone who is considered as a socially confident person. A person who knows how to leave an impression etc. etc.

Introvert is someone who is shy and cannot gel up in the crowd with ease.

Pish Posh!.

Adjectives are only good when used in a sentence to describe things, not humans.

To be honest, every extrovert is somewhat of an introvert and vice versa.

It is all about the time and place.

Extro-Intro-verts

The crowd is engaged as the desired one speaks,
Everything that is being said is simply magnificent.
Who cares about the content, just see the techniques,
Extroverts, blinding all the critiques.

But wait, who is that standing in the corner?,
And why is he not saying a word?
Maybe he doesn’t understand, poor foreigner.
Introverts, know only the art of murmur.

No doubt extroverts are great,
No doubt introverts often wait,
But that is all, there is no other difference.
Extro-intro-verts have both shaped earth’s fate.

Look beyond the skills of presentation,
Extrovert is more than charms and smile.
Look beyond the silent hesitation,
Introvert is more than a closed file.

~Ideas and content matter the most

the_solo_gang

Posted on November 10, 2019 by Nishant Gang

Words are the best secret keepers as they never spill out any secret.

Well, until you read them. After that they are like those drunk people who ramble on and on about everything they know and have stored inside their heart.

Seriously, Words!!! Learn to be a good friend for once.

Okay, however here I want you to do what you do best…misguide the world.

This is the story of a 6’1″ tall, narcissist who knows only one thing properly… his heart.

Stubborn, egoistic, determined, charming etc. many adjectives have been associated with him but what is he really?

I hope you help me to find out…

the_solo_gang

Oh! dweller, who is looking for self,

Funny how you know everyone but you.

Like all the books that stand in your shelf,

You think you have read everyone you knew.

Oh! dweller, let me know then,

Who am I and what is true?

For all I have heard time and again,

My different versions from many different view.

Let me tell you what is known to a few,

We are what others want us to be.

Oh! dweller, without any further adieu,

Do convey what you actually see.

Sage old story

Posted on June 28, 2019 by Nishant Gang

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.

Lie-ability

Posted on June 16, 2019 by Nishant Gang

It says, human did not know how to lie. It came to us as well started settling in this world.

What/who taught us this unique ability?

What/whosoever it was, changed the shape of the world we know today.

Lie-ability
Act of concealing what we label as truth,
Comes natural to most if gazed up close.
Tranquil tunes wrapped with fallacy,
Are being administered at a regular doze.
Tricks are quaint and treats seem heartening,
Masking the gloomy road ahead.
An act that never ends but keeps circling,
Even after the lie has spread.
Some are necessary, noble, and kind,
While most seem innocent with a deceitful glimmer.
Precarious are the stones on which,
Lie makes promises to a desperate winner.
Necessary evil whose chains have broken,
Commands even the noblest of us.
Since the beginning only truth has spoken,
Impeccable amidst the liar’s fuss.

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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.

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Words are the best secret keepers as they never spill out any secret.

Well, until you read them. After that they are like those drunk people who ramble on and on about everything they know and have stored inside their heart.

Seriously, Words!!! Learn to be a good friend for once.

Okay, however here I want you to do what you do best…misguide the world.

This is the story of a 6’1″ tall, narcissist who knows only one thing properly… his heart.

Stubborn, egoistic, determined, charming etc. many adjectives have been associated with him but what is he really?

I hope you help me to find out…

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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

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Every city is like a maze,

Plots with various turns and twist,

Towers of age old touching skies,

A glimmering jungle where we exist.

Each one has it’s own character,

It’s own story and speed of life.

Unique language persists in each,

Concrete jungles where we strife.

Seemingly similar yet not the same,

Something makes these cities alive,