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Why to write a Poem?

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.

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Typical images are no longer valid.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.

चाहे जो भी हो

Just smile at the end of the day, that’s all. It’s that simple.

यह कहानी उसकी है जो कभी हारा नहीं,
एक ऐसा शख्स जिसे कोई समझ पाया नहीं.
यह किस्सा है उसका जो आज भी है कही,
कौन है और कहा है वह बात जरूरी नहीं.

कठिनाइया उसने भी बोहत है उठाई,
पर फिर भी चेहरे से हसी उसने नहीं गवाई.
हर रात तारो के सामने हुई उसकी सुनवाई,
पर वह सिर्फ मुस्कुराया, यह बात न समझ आई.

ऐसा नहीं है की उससे ज़िन्दगी ने घसीटा नहीं,
चोट उससे भी लगी, आंसू उसके भी बहे.
पर फिर भी वह उस रस्ते वापिस गया,
क्युकी उसकी मंज़िल वही थी कही.

यह कहानी उसकी है जो कभी हारा नहीं,
चाहे जो भी हो दिन के आखिर में वह मुस्कुराया कही.
क्युकी हार को उसने अपनाया ही नहीं,
उसने खुद को समझा क्युकी दुसरो को कोई समझ पाया नहीं.

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.

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

Fixation

Let’s us make a promise to ourselves, a promise to reduce our habit of fixating of things, events, people or past. Dear reader, if you fixate on something you tell your mind to stop welcoming the new. New which can actually be better and true is therefore asked to go away and we struggle with the way we stay.

So, again stressing on the importance of mental health and well-being, let’s stop fixating. Let’s wake up fresh every morning and just like a fresh page in a diary, allow ourselves to scribble a new story or art or poetry or any other of the 1000 brilliant gifts of life.

Read to know…know to read.

Fixated mind asphyxiates,

Turning one into a sheep.

Mind, who absorbs and creates,

When fixated falls asleep.

Novelty just like in dates,

In thoughts helps to leap.

Fixated mind is a dead weight,

Either wake up fresh or might as well just sleep.

Break the loop of thoughts,

Let bygones be bygones.

Allow new stories, experiences, and plots,

And try knowing more about the unknowns.

More you accept the newer lessons,

Finer and stronger your story will be.

Dwelling is the sign of depression.

Fixated mind ceases to be.

ख्वाइश

ख्वाइश = Wish. Wish is what we all do, but wish is never true.

Read to know…know to read.

English version to come soon. 🙂

मेरी एक ख्वाइश है
जिसमें छिपी कुछ फरमाइश है
न जाने क्या गुंजाईश है
कुछ तो है जिसकी रिहाइश है.

ख्वाइश क्या है?

हर वह चीज़ जो मेरे पास नहीं,
मुझे उसकी ख्वाइश है.
हर वह गुण जिसका मुझे एहसास नहीं,
मुझे उसकी ख्वाइश है.
हर वह बात जिसमें मेरी आवाज नहीं,
मुझे उसकी ख्वाइश है.

जो भी हमारे पास नहीं, हमे उसी की ख्वाइश होती है.
जानकार होते हुए भी जो हम न माने, वही से इसकी शुरुवात होती है.

ख्वाइश क्या होती है?

ख्वाइश वह है जो सच नहीं,
सच का मुखौटा पेहेनके आती है.
और सच वह है जो ख्वाइश नहीं,
जीवन का सार बन जाती है.

ख्वाइश वह है जो हमसे यह कहती है, “अभी तुम लायक नहीं”
लायक बनन्ना पड़ता है, ख्वाइश की कोई बात नहीं.
जो ठान लो उससे सपना बना लो,
सपनो की कोई रात नहीं,
मेरी ख्वाइश यही रहेगी,
सपने पूरे कर सकू, फर्याद नहीं.

Sandwich and Coffee

The world can surely use a lighter tone, right?

We wake up to so many terrible news everyday. War, Explosions, Fire, Murder, Rape, Riots, Protests, this list goes on and on…

Not saying that we should not focus on them, we need to treat them with utmost seriousness but I also believe that at times we should read and think about positives as well. This will help us to keep our mind healthy and calm.

So I want my readers to think of something Positive in their life. Take your time and go back to a very strong positive memory.

There yet?, Great! 🙂

Let’s call that memory or feeling as Sandwich and Coffee. 

First steps are always the toughest,

Especially when it comes to betterment.

I am sure your struggle was the roughest,

Because, Steller is your current temperament.

 

So let’s reorder Sandwich and Coffee,

For I am certain you have had some in the past.

Just like the way we treasure our trophy,

Sandwich and Coffee always outlast.

 

Some memories from School should definitely qualify,

Or an evening with friends you cannot let to go by,

Or that moment when your bicycle made you fly,

Or perhaps that drunk night that wasn’t shy.

Maybe that morning when you had dinner,

Or that Crush for whom you portrayed as a winner,

Or that torn dusty t-shirt from when you were thinner,

Maestro!!!, you too were once a beginner.

 

Now hold yourself and stay for sometime,

Sandwich and Coffee are to be enjoyed for a while,

Beautiful memories are important during wartime,

Let’s take a moment out. Enjoy, relax, and smile.

 

Instantaneous

On a cloudy January night, I had an epiphany. So I took out my Laptop, logged onto my blog and started pressing the keys to give shape to my imaginary world.

So far it is going good.

But what is it that I am writing about?

For once, even I do not know and want to keep it like that.

 

By breaking the norm of think and write,

And relentlessly jotting down my words.

I refuse to think about the wrong or right,

And fly freely like birds.

To my surprise I am visioning things,

Which are truly important to me.

For somehow all the unnecessary belongings,

Seem to have been sold for free.

Exhilarating, this feeling, this rush,

This act of doing things in one go.

While brain is flying my words do blush,

Life seems clear when we go with the flow.

Oh thinker be wise and don’t think,

For sometimes just scroll through your mind.

Your memory is the best shrink,

You never know the solutions that you will find.