Category Archives: Poem

Created Selfish

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The story of the Selfish

says, it is wrong to be so.

One must do and appear to please

others even if it is for a show

and live up to the proprietary expectations

where judgement is rather fast than slow.

At the sight of even a glimmer of dream or desire,

the Selfless ones as they think so

will label and chop the small bird.

Beat it down till it becomes featherless 

and call it a sheep of the herd.

Mere age doesn’t qualify for judgeship

and mere dreams or desires doesn’t make one selfish

but if it does, then please know this:

I am Selfish.

Music of Words

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I closed my eyes and allowed it to pass,

pass those long held emotions

which were making my heart heavy

and a lesser version of myself.

What I saw was a Piano

whose notes did my bidding

and sounded my voice.

It felt like winning.

I never stopped and kept on arranging

a work which I didn’t plan but just did.

I saw anger leave my body and felt the absence of aching.

Sound of music which made me lose

the reality which was around

Is something I would choose

every time I wish to be found.

But when I opened my eyes I saw this poem

and the lights on my keyboard where all bright.

Here I was thinking that I was creating music

while I was simply jotting down some words.

I was correct to think that

because Poetry is the music of words.

A Legend’s Legacy

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At the end of this path

turn around and look back.

You shall see a warpath

and a part of your legacy.

You will one day walk far away

and some kid will try to reach to you.

On that day, hope that your legacy convey

to not follow your path but to walk on one’s own way

and that you shall greet the kid when he does reach

and hope that the kid goes farther away

then you ever did.

A legend’s legacy.

Want to hear me recite this one? Comment below 🙂

Speak, I’ll listen

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Today, I won’t speak but would like you to. You have a listener in me. Speak, I’ll listen.

 

Sanguine words fall on deaf ears

when the listener is tired.

Sometimes it’s better to just hear

the person who is haywire.

Often the solution comes

from a one sided conversation

because answers are already there on the tongue

and there is a perfect time for revelation.

 

Ever noticed how a child sleeps,

after a good long cry?

That child is grown up now

and has been devoid of a good cry.

Be patient just like a parent

and allow the flow of resentment

because a warped heart cannot ever see the present.

Speak my friend until you are content.

 

My “Silent Words”

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Dear Blogosphere,

Today I want to tell the whole world that I am now an Author.

Yes, that’s right.

I have been writing for over 5 years now and always wanted to see my work in the form of a Book. Last year in June’19, I started working towards making this dream come true and dedicated a good 6 months to it.

Today, I don’t have much to say as I am elated and humbled by all the love, support and good wishes that have been bestowed on me by my friends, family and last but not the least, my readers.

Therefore, without any further adieu let me introduce you to my first book, Silent Words.

“Hear and connect with the real you, every whisper will be true.”

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Smiling for real

 

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Holding my dream

Here are the details:

Title: Silent Words

Author: Nishant Gang

Publisher: Delhi Poetry Slam

Book available on

i. Amazon: www.amazon.in/dp/8194478545

ii. Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/the_solo_gang/

I hope that you will read this dream of mine and leave your honest reviews and comments on various platforms.

Excited to see what comes next.

– Lots of Love, Nishant

 

Seclusion

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It’s like wanting some air to breathe

and stay still for a minute or two.

Allow me to pass please

for I am tired to continue.

Where can I find that open ground

with no one lurking around

and scream at the top of my voice

without being question bound?

All this pretension is making me sick,

Every person has to offer some or the other trick

but all I want is to be left alone for a while

because I know what I need to fix.

My voice is only heard when it is answering 

to the questions I incur.

It is like I have stopped talking to myself now

because my space has been invaded somehow.

Let me hear my voice again

with utmost silence everywhere

and allow me to talk it out

because lately, seclusion is all that I can think about.

Leave me alone for a while, fellow dwellers.

Let me grieve for a while, fellow strangers.

Let me speak to the one in the mirror

and help that man in getting better.

Let me be.

Once upon a time…

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Every day is a start.

It’s up to us to decide the one

Which will play the cardinal part

To a story which has begun.

 

Or maybe we can have two stories,

With one start and two endings.

Every story embodies,

So many characters who are pretending.

 

One life is lead by each

Yet many versions of it are later preached.

Same characters but with different speech,

Oh wait, no story remains unbreached.

 

Start is one but point is different.

Ending for them is when we choose not to understand.

Your story you may not understand,

Because Once upon a time is perceived, not planned.

And just like that…

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Plans never end,

Dreams never stop changing.

There is always something to attend

And Earth keeps revolving.

And then one day,

Just like that…

It all stops

When that line goes flat.

But before it does,

Stroll through your days with a smile.

Let it last for a while.

Occasionally tears will drop by

But that’s okay.

Tears eventually dry.

And just like that… life goes by.

Crack in the Roof

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Farthest corners have been held

for far too long now.

That roof is cracking

and there is so much snow.

Long held, water is dripping now

damping everything I know.

During sunlight of the summer

I barely feel the trouble

but now that I am cold,

the collapse seems inevitable.

But this is my home

and I shall go down with it, if need be.

Until then I’ll fix those cracks

which only the house owner can see.