And then we wait
for the fate to unveil
the destined path
with our names on it.
Unsettling, this uncertainty
expects us to be mature.
Most daunting tranquility
which me must endure.
Suddenly the wait then seizes
and bares with it another one.
A new wait thus comes into existence,
wait and wait, oh! Persistence.
It starts from the day we come into this world
and after that it lasts forever.
Father is not just a relation
but a journey full of sacrificing endeavours.
We cannot thank you enough, ever.
You never stop watching over us, do you?
My childhood pictures were taken only by you.
In adolescence we walk right next to you, holding your finger
and in teenage, despite wanting to be alone, your watchful eyes linger.
No matter how old we get, you remain our silent singer .
Underneath that tough and quiet exterior
we all know that you are soft hearted just like mom.
Yet your wish to make us better
asks you to take tough calls. How do you do it?
That parent who accepts resentment for his child’s betterment.
Perfect balance of love and lectures, teacher and friend,
at times harsh but always fair,
Father you are hard to comprehend.
I pretend to be like you when I sit on your chair
and feel that overwhelming pressure that you withstand.
No child can ever document their father’s role
because there are some things you just cannot express.
Words too have limitations after all
Unlike my Father’s worry when I am a mess.
Father, the person we fail to call.
All we can say is a Thank You
and we will try to be a bit more like you.
It will be tough but it will be worth it.
Even though we don’t say this enough,
Father, we really really Love You.
You cannot say anything about this one man because he knows you more than you know yourself. He is your Father.
-Nishant, The Son.
Often in the evening strolls
a realisation sneaks up
which recalls something really tough.
Should I continue or give up?
The stigma of latter can be rough
but what if I am fed up?
Nothing will ever be enough.
Characterisation has made it hard to give up
even on something which makes me miserable.
So I started to bluff to myself…
The worst kind of gamble.
Please don’t berate me for leaving now.
I tried but couldn’t finish somehow.
Only a human, I am.
I wish I had a backspace key now.
Regardless of what they say,
What they say does matter.
Let me find a better way,
Allow me to choose the latter.
I shall come back better,
I shall come back brighter,
I will feel honest and lighter.
Giving up does not make me any less of a fighter.
If something makes you miserable, there is no shame in giving it up. Giving up to try something new is actually a sign of bravery.
-Nishant, The Poet and the Pen.
Just a few more days!
Never before have we faced this,
A pandemic that stunted all of us together.
Every one of us should note this,
We will go down in history together.
Men, Women, Children, I ask you all
Let us go down as victors.
Let us become that generation
Which the future will call healers.
Let us hide our pain behind a mask,
Let us clean our hands before we meet,
Let 6 feets of distance prevail in each task,
Let us reduce walking on the street.
Let us ensure proper hygiene,
Let us make sure to help the needy,
Let us keep every inch of our house clean,
Let us just be ready.
And soon one day we will walk,
Walk without a mask
Walk without any fear
Hug every friend
Hold every dear.
Eat without being scared
Work without any boundaries
Go on trips which we had planned
Make a fresh set of memories.
I know life is not all proses and rhymes.
At times it just exclaims!
Every step carries a question,
And every paragraph has its own frame.
Somehow we never run out of conjunctions,
Neither do we run short of scenes.
And no matter how hard we try for perfection,
We mess things up with that punctuation in between.
Despite all this we believe in someone else’s writings.
Knowing deep down that we all are the same, human beings.
So why does this happen?
While most of us keep documenting our lives,
Some write a poem with their feelings.
Remember how hard it was when you started learning how to ride a bike?
Today when you look back at it, it seems easy. Well, that’s pretty much how life is.
Hey dad, look!
I am riding without training wheels.
Guess you were right,
Wounds incurred while learning heals.
I wish life was also like that,
As simple as riding a bike.
For I am trying to balance,
Failing by falling at every strike.
Or maybe these are learnings too,
So these wounds shall also heal fast.
Life (if) is like a bike,
Let’s balance like we did in the past.
At the time of taking the first step,
Towards a better tomorrow,
Sun welcomed me with gentle rays.
It was a morning after a night of sorrow.
My eyes were radiating hope and desire,
And so was the Sun in the sky,
Burning in its Amber fire,
As if we were the same guy.
But betterment comes at a price,
A price of 1000 tries.
Sun was burning heavily now,
The whole World heard our silent cries.
And in the one thousand and oneth one,
I started feeling better.
Hopeful amber fire of the Sun,
Came back and smiled as happiness flocked its feather.
In a better tomorrow which I believed in,
I am enjoying the gentle rays of the Sun.
I did it, I strived to win,
Now I will settle down along with the Sun.
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.
Just smile at the end of the day, that’s all. It’s that simple.
यह कहानी उसकी है जो कभी हारा नहीं,
एक ऐसा शख्स जिसे कोई समझ पाया नहीं.
यह किस्सा है उसका जो आज भी है कही,
कौन है और कहा है वह बात जरूरी नहीं.
कठिनाइया उसने भी बोहत है उठाई,
पर फिर भी चेहरे से हसी उसने नहीं गवाई.
हर रात तारो के सामने हुई उसकी सुनवाई,
पर वह सिर्फ मुस्कुराया, यह बात न समझ आई.
ऐसा नहीं है की उससे ज़िन्दगी ने घसीटा नहीं,
चोट उससे भी लगी, आंसू उसके भी बहे.
पर फिर भी वह उस रस्ते वापिस गया,
क्युकी उसकी मंज़िल वही थी कही.
यह कहानी उसकी है जो कभी हारा नहीं,
चाहे जो भी हो दिन के आखिर में वह मुस्कुराया कही.
क्युकी हार को उसने अपनाया ही नहीं,
उसने खुद को समझा क्युकी दुसरो को कोई समझ पाया नहीं.
Topic #2
Sacrificing Hobby
