Unconditional Inability

Learn to appreciate what we have, and learn from what we see. Even from each other.

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Unconditional Inability

Most powerful beings we say.

Are we though?

We live life on what may,

Thinking that we run the show.

Truth is we are mere characters,

Able to govern what will only perish.

For the rest it’s an Unconditional Inability.

Why change what we can just cherish?

Not everything needs improvement,

For we would be the first ones if so.

Sometimes it’s okay to be an audience…

Take your belongings after the show.

Reality Check

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Typical images are no longer valid.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.

Finding the lost

To all those who love to get lost and find something new about themselves, I urge you to get up and just take the road less travelled.

 

 

~A fellow traveller.

Placid Place

Someone asked me about the Happiest day of my life, I couldn’t answer then but I can answer now.

The Poem which got me into India’s one of the biggest Poetry Societies’ E-Magazine: Placid Place

 

 

It was around 4 in the evening,

Birds were flying back to their nests.

Ambered eyes due to the sky were deceiving,

When I realised, we are all but Guests.

 

At an altitude high above the citylife,

Surrounded in the serenity of nature,

While in harmony with the elements five.

I found the happiest day of my life.

 

Every accomplishment seemed futile,

Every being seemed related,

I was in Nature and Nature was in me,

Negativity became outdated.

 

Wind bore messages from trees and streams,

Water carried a thousand dreams,

Fire inside was reignited,

When Earth absorbed my screams.

Elated and rejuvenated was I when hugged,

By Nature who ended all my strife.

For whenever Nature’s sound is plugged,

To me that is the Happiest day of my life.

Pressing issues #2

Topic #2

Sacrificing Hobby

 

 

Hey ordinary, how do you do?

Upset? when someone says this to you,

I won’t apologise for being true,

For you did this to yourself, didn’t you?

 

Hobbies are trademarks of individuality,

They may sound same but that’s the only similarity,

For your hobby and your personality,

Combined contribute to your singularity.

 

You had/have a gift,

But you chose to let it go.

If you think your hobby cannot lift,

Look at the legends on whom are the TV shows.

 

No, it’s not late, it’s still out there,

Go on, run after it, catch it and stare,

Grow together, learn and preach,

Your Hobby is your flair.

From my bed to the main door

 

Every morning I take 30 steps,

From my bed to the main door.

Game for the day thus sets in motion,

30 steps determine how much I will score.

 

All the while I seek 3 lines,

What do I want to do today?

How bad do I want it?

Where do I need to improve?

 

What I want is to do better than yesterday,

And I want this feeling every single day.

I lack skills in every direction,

I suppose I am an idiot is what we should all say.

 

With these 30 I leave my house,

Ready to dance to today’s tune,

Every morning from my bed to the main door,

I set myself up as the World impugns.

रेत

My identity is through my words and my genuinity is in my eyes. Hear to know and see to believe.

 

kka

 

रेत

कहते है कलम में तलवार से ज्यादा धार होती है,
रक्त बेह जाता है पर स्याही कहती रहती है.
में एक लेखक हूँ जो रेत से है बना,
सुनने यह रेत क्या कहती है.

जितना बांधोगे उतना में उडूंगा,
अपना रास्ता में खुद चुनूंगा,
सोच हूँ में, मुझे पकड़ नहीं सकोगे,
सच बोलू तोह शायद पूरी तरह समझ नहीं सकोगे.

आइना हूँ में जो सच दिखाता है,
खुद की गलती से दुसरो को सिखाता है,
नहीं जनता मुझे कौन कब पढ़ेगा,
लेखक वह है जो हमेशा सच कहेगा.

खुश करना मेरी फितरत नहीं,
दुःख देना मेरा पेशा नहीं,
दिखावट के परे दिखा सकू, रेत हूँ,
सच को शब्दों में उतार सकू, तभी में एक लेखक हूँ.

Passion

It is always lovely to connect with like minded people and even more amazing when they share the same interest as you.

This Poem is a bit different for it depicts the writing of two different Poets. Yes, you read it right.

I proudly present to all my readers a Poem from two Poetic minds.

Let’s understand and find Passion with yours truly,

Nishant, nishantgang.com and

Pooja, https://inkofmusing.com/

Check out more amazing Poems @inkofmusing

 

Rarely found is what I seek to bound,

A key to a treasure which is only for thee.

Passion is our mind’s sound,

For it is where we become free.

Beats with heart and courses through the veins,

Proliferating individuality of thee.

To the World, it’s madness or maybe an act of pain,

But for some it is the reason to be.

Passion is life beyond boundaries

Parody by Poets

Let’s look at the funny aspect of our lives, alright?

Let’s laugh a little. Enough with all the sadness and lectures and drama and stuff.

 

Life starts at school,

Where with a backpack we try to act cool.

Some score high and some low, however,

In front of our “Einstein” friends we end up as a fool.

 

Later comes extra curricular,

Where we are expected to explore.

But our crush is not in the same group.

Last I remember, I was out cold on the gym floor.

 

Teenage is already so hard,

One day I am playing make believe,

The other I am dealing cards.

Is it weird to think, me and my buddies are Avengers: Earth’s guards?

 

Have you been to college yet,

Trust me its a roller coaster ride.

Life will start taking your bets,

Even with backlogs you will one day stride.

 

So I am working now, or at least I am supposed to,

Still haven’t figured out the How, only similarity between me and you.

Yet we work so hard at times, either to stay in office or to flea from sight.

When my system gets frozen I take it as a sign, I am hungry, let’s grab a bite.

 

In short, I have written a long post,

But hey, who said life is fair.

Oh my Einstein friend, scarier than a ghost,

Let’s see who blinks first in the game of stare.