Category Archives: Poem

For a change

You never know what you may find and for what purpose that thing came into your life. Just remember, there will always be a purpose.

 

Once I found a coin by the sea shore,

Don’t know why but I just kept it.

I wish I could know about it a bit more,

Perhaps at least the country where it used to fit.

 

Engraving suggested maybe from a distant land,

Once of value to someone today lying in the sand,

It was hard to let it go from my hand,

Why?, I still cannot comprehend.

 

Well now I do for I recently gave it up,

Not to any friend but to a real collector.

And got myself a good amount of cash,

With which I did something even greater.

 

The coin was exquisite and so was the smile,

As it covered the old collector’s face.

Even more priceless was that while,

When I sat down with all those hungry poor kids and said grace.

 

What a coin, huh?

 

Be Badass

You know what… Just play it cool!

 

 

Let’s part ways with the respectful methods,

And talk in the rawest of forms.

Denounce hiding and set the records straight,

Being badass is setting your own norms.

 

Call what you see,

Be you, simply be free.

Bottomline: The world will always misread.

Don’t bother, let them and you just be.

 

Do what you please, as long as it doesn’t harm anyone else.

For being badass is even more cool without creating any mess.

Make your own rules, goals and set yourself a bar so high,

That even you realise you have no option but to try.

 

Stop reading this, go write your own lines now,

Let them see you succeed and wonder, “How?”.

You be the one whom you does or doesn’t’ allow,

Rule no. 1: You make the rules now.

#200: 1012 steps

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.

Invitation to Sadness

 

And thus I allowed it’s stay to be conditional,

By letting it reside with others.

For in them I tried to seek,

It, Happiness, whom we smother.

 

Aware but indolent and in denial,

I reassured myself of my choice.

After many reminders and no response,

It decided to silence its voice.

 

And then one day, they all left.

Life, said the note behind.

Along with them it also walked out,

Inviting Sadness to my mind.

 

By the time I realised, I was late,

It had made those “others” great.

So now I no longer search for it,

Happiness, I know you are waiting outside my gate.”

Read to Refuel

Let me take you someplace nice. Somewhere you will not feel trapped, burdened or scared. Times are tough and therefore it is very much necessary that we keep ourselves upbeat and happy.

 

 

Around you is an empty canvas,

Waiting to reflect your mind.

Step on it and jump into a world,

Where only you know what to find.

Laws of Science and of Sense, do not apply,

For it is that World which is kind.

Your emotions and creativity are unbound,

Waiting for you to intertwine.

 

Here you are a painter, plains and hills are yours to Paint.

Here you are a writer, in every book, you will be the Saint.

Here you are a reader, stories are of your choice.

Here you are a dancer, and Music is your own Voice.

Here you are a traveller, destination is yours to make,

Here you are a creator, and everything is at stake.

Here you are anything that you wish to be,

Canvas is yours, you and all your dreams are free.

 

Around you is a beautiful canvas,

Just the way you’d like the World to be.

Close your eyes now,

It’s beautiful, if you can see.

कुछ अलग सा

If you are a friend, you will know.

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चल बता वह कौनसी बात है,
जिसका तुझे आज भी एहसास है.
हसी के पीछे कुछ तो है,
दोस्त हु तेरा, इसीलिए मुझे आभास है.

चाल में तेरे आज भी वही रफ़्तार है,
बातो में तेरे आज भी वही ठहराव है,
दिखने में तू आज भी है वैसा,
पर आँखों तेरी कुछ उदास है.

तू सुनता है पर कहता कुछ नहीं,
हसाता है पर खुद हस्ता नहीं,
संभालता है पर खुद सम्भला नहीं,
दोस्त, यह बात तो सही नहीं.

मानता हु तू तकलीफ में है,
छुपाना तू अब सीख गया है.
अगर आज नहीं आया तो कब काम आऊंगा,
दोस्त हु तेरा, शायद तू भूल गया है.

It’s time someone spoke about the sacrifice and the hard work that the Youth of a city does. Youths of the city, give yourselves a round of applause. You deserve it. 🙂

Don’t let the glimmering lights trick you,

Fancy rides freak you, Lavish sites flick you,

Astounding Amenities rick you.

For the Youth of the City is sick too.

Denounce the false proposition,

“City life is easy and grand”.

If you really need to know the situation,

Just see the Youths of the City as they stand.

Life revolves from Monday to Friday,

With weekends spent detoxing.

Young minds with tired eyes say,

How Citylife can be enforcing.

Youths of the city, cheers to you,

For doing what you do.

Citylife which seems so easy,

Is because you make it true.

~Youth from a City