Have a nice weekend, folks!
Have a nice weekend, folks!
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.
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.
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.
An unsettling unsure persona
Of self is conflicting today.
In my mind I am not me.
It is different what we both say.
Good thoughts are uttered badly
And skepticism is always high.
Simultaneous smiles are seen rarely
For one speaks truth and the other lies.
Lost is the bond now
Which is required to strike a balance.
Now it is all about how
I balance this imbalance.
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Thank you for reading this post and clicking on The Poet and the Pen.
I have been writing Poems and Short Stories for over 4 years now and have always wanted to write a book. In regards to the same, it gives me immense pleasure to announce that very soon my first book, Silent Words, will be published.
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What is this book?
This book is a collection on Poems on various topics and emotions and stories. Hope you will find it interesting to read.
Who is the Publisher?
Delhi Poetry Slam (one of India’s biggest Poetry society).
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Lots of Love
One day they shall all be forgotten.
Who, What, When, Where will all become trivial.
Same stories will repeat themselves
for the new actors to reveal
and think of themselves as pivotal.
Old actors will watch from a distance
and critique as the new ones make mistakes,
But so did they…
Past comes back in a way.
Yet the audience will applaud
and throw roses for the same play
because that is their part
and to act is actor’s.
In the end it is all just a play.
आइना समेट रहा था, खुद को समेट लिया
एक टुटा आइना सच कह गया.
चेहरा नहीं पर दिल दिखा गया.
बिखरा जरूर पर
देखने वाला भी तो बिखरा ही था.
आइना जीता और बिखरा हार गया.
खुद को समेटना जो भूल गया था
वह अपने बिखरे आप को समेटने लगा.
किसे पता था…
पहली बार उसे कुछ अच्छा लगा.
दिल के दरार आईने पे आगये,
पर जैसे जैसे आइना समेटा
एक चेहरा सामने आया.
वह चेहरा उसने कही तो था देखा.
बहुत पहले. समेटा हुआ चेहरा.
अब उसे फिरसे वही चेहरा देखना है.
आईने के सामने खड़े होक खुद से कहना है,
की वह वापिस पहले जैसा हो गया है.
और किसी टूटे हुए आईने से कहना है,
वह गलत है, देखने वाला फिरसे पूरा हो गया है.