I see glimmering lights,
Pictures being clicked.
Blissful nights,
And my wave doing tricks.
I see a grand welcome,
And smiles all perfect.
In the presence of loved ones,
An atmosphere just so correct.
I am a hero there,
And they are mine to care for.
After completing the day to day affair,
I came home through the door.
♦️Not all spotlights need a red carpet.
Just when I woke up.
As I lay motionless and warm,
Engulfed in the darkness of night,
I am convinced that I am blind,
For it has consumed my sight.
Every sound is of suspicion,
And surrounding is just unclear.
Such is the night of misconception,
Even Reason causes fear.
But now I am able to smile,
For I can see the shapes.
Darkness makes sight worthwhile,
Just like Sunlight through the drapes.
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.
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.
Vigilant I am and so are you,
Understatement it would be to say,
We are oblivious of what is true.
Conundrum is we chose to ignore,
For as long as we aren’t directly affected by it too.
True, we have enough on our plates already,
But would it really be too much to not be petty?
Odds are you have taken a stand and are ready,
One good deed can make the other steady.
~ This one is without an audio because, I want you to speak it to yourself and not hear from another.
Keep reading, writing, and helping.
-Nishant
This Poem is a tutorial on “Why to write a Poem?”. In this Poem, I am going to let go of all that keeps me sane. It’s madness around this place people!!! Let me add some light hearted comedy and madness from my side as well.
Yes, I know that the world is going through a Tough time and I stand with you all. But, yes, BUT in this hour of worry, let me do what I can do… Take your mind off the sadness and concern for a moment and bring smile to your face (at least try to).
Anyway, just forget everything till you reach the last line and read it from a blank perspective.
Why to write a Poem?
Once I was walking through the Park,
Where I met, Mr. Jolly.
Mr. Jolly was happy because, in the Dark was Mr. Gloomy.
But then the Sun decided to shift,
And reveal the existence of latter.
My. Jolly’s smile took a drift upon seeing his terminator.
Both hated each other,
Each one ending other’s vacation.
Sons of the all mother, they were the balancers of every creation.
Ignorant of the novelty they refused to talk,
So I called a Poet to square things even.
In his own way he took them for a walk, rhyming helps to see what we believe in.
A Poem looks similar to all,
Yet is taken with different meanings,
Through rhymes we take your call, Poem strikes a balance between feelings.
