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.
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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.
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.”
Smiling for real
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
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 answeringÂ
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.
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.
What remains are the ones which are incomplete.
Absence of closure keeps them at the back of our mind
where we invent our own little skit
and keep rewriting them in the hope to find
something which will just fit.
Soon we forget the previous story
because a new one starts to take shape.
Congratulations on creating another incomplete story
where one day we shall come back for an escape.
