Story

Chapter 1.

Ageless, faceless, nameless protagonist,

Existing only in the “World of Words”.

A brief account of nature and character,

Which the writer never said but you heard.

Chapter 2.

A recollection of an event that sends,

Ripples even to days of now.

Effects, either good or bad, from those bends,

Navigates the author’s pen as it ploughs.

Chapter 3.

Trying to steer as per the story,

Whilst making choices of his own.

Decides protagonist’s fall or glory,

Authoring the story of his own.

Chapter 4.

I speak to you says your book,

You who is its writer and its lead.

Your steps is what your story took,

For everyone but the author to read.

Bicycle story

Some memories from the old shelves,

Came across as I was passing by.

Without any effort there was a smile,

As for a moment past and I were ally.

On one side is me, rushing from goal to goal,

While on the other was I, running freely as a whole.

On one side is me, with clean and ironed shirt,

While on the other was I, a knight who couldn’t be hurt.

On one side is me, cruising in my car,

While on the other was I, peddling my bicycle to the stars.

For a moment I became me,

For in that moment I was free,

Amazing is that kid we all see,

Bicycle stories are for us to flee.

I and me, The Poet and the Pen

Right I write

Daunting it is to see what goes around,

We don’t lose just time with time.

We have been told to fly whilst bound,

And living simply is like fighting crime.

The structured world has a way of getting,

Who or what does not matter much.

Since the beginning you are letting,

The world change your course without a touch.

Some say for good, some bad,

Who to judge while the judge gets judged.

At least try to be happily mad.

There are always ways to be glad.

Reap and Sow

This is tough. Every human faces friction when he/she change the gears in life (slow or fast doesn’t matter). After all we are the Human Race.

So as I try to figure out my plan for ahead I am reminded of nature’s most simple principle. You reap what you sow. Now this is important, it is important to sow in the good seeds before the rain arrives, it is important to water them with positivity whenever required otherwise all the wait, the work, and the worry will bear withered crops.

Whenever there is a change in pace, Reap and Sow principle is a must.

Reap and Sow

Every harvest brings a chance of change,

An opportunity to plough and plant.

With life it is an honest exchange,

Sow what you really want.

Each term comes in phases,

Cold, warm, wet and/or wind.

Yet what really amazes is,

Some remain intact while others, skinned.

Difference lies in care and nuture.

It all depends on how you row.

Either take the chance to do better,

Regardless, you reap what you sow.

Nishant Gang, The Poet and the Pen

Unvalued’s value

So much for some while so little for many,

Fairly assesses the unfairness of life.

Value of what is ours is hardly any,

While over valuing the absent is rife.

Till the day we acquire the unavailable,

It is marked as precious, as a goal.

Price tags which are marked on each saleable,

Can best depict how we treat the world as a whole.

As soon as it becomes one of our possessions,

Its value just like a tag is reduced to dust.

In each one’s mind it will be a confession,

Unvalued’s value is like an iron on rust.

Value everything for it is a must.

Read to know…know to read

I came up with this tag line during the very initial days of my blog. I remember, we were sitting in my hostel room and talking about palindrome when I saw on this piece of paper with Read to know written on it.

Thus began, Read to know…know to read catch phrase. Not exactly a palindrome by definition but yeah that’s pretty much the story. Today I am here ready to post by 100th Poem and it really has been a journey so far.

To many more to come and to this 100th, Read to know…know to read.

Satisfyingly unsettled

Birds were flocking back to their nests,

While the set was glowing orange and red.

Amidst the settling sand they give their best,

And remain Satisfyingly unsettled for ahead.

What more can you truly achieve apart from a simple try?

Question to be asked in the presence of stars…

Was my effort a truth or a lie?

Regardless of answer strategy says, “Try”.

Remain satisfied with what you did,

But dare not settle ever in life.

Greed is not doing my bid,

It is the positive satisfying drive.

Satisfyingly unsettled is to perform, rest, and strive.

The Poet and the Pen, 100th Poem

Sage old story

Temptation leads to an act of action,

Action comes with certain deeds.

Good and bad co-create junction,

Oh fool why don’t you limit your needs?

Enough itself is never enough.

A concept relative to every being.

Our unnecessary necessity synonyms tough,

Fallacy is all that I am seeing.

Age old stories are being treated ill,

All for the comfort and purpose of some.

A game where end is peril,

I found a sage of ageless term.

White clothed with a smiling gaze,

Has no money or possession of his own.

Yet his wealth is beyond our chase,

Answering all in his calm and soft tone.

Simplicity, truth, non-violence and kindness,

Are principles to break the cycle of Karma,

Harbors the flame which ends all blindness,

Ageless Sage’s definition of Dharma




Be it any country, religion, race or identity, core values all remain the same. In the end we are all but a name.

100/100

Wise will rise

Fool oh fool stop limiting yourself,

Race of numbers never ends in life.

Judgement of one cannot be done till,

We take into account one’s strife.

None is less nor one is many,

Why competing with another being?

No one is qualified to judge another,

Close your eyes to start seeing.

We agree to have different stories,

With different characters, roles, and sets,

Fool oh fool you need not worry,

Waking up better is the best it gets.

Life

Choice

Atleast one always exists

In search of my goals I often get lost

And wander through hills and valleys.

Character which I have today

Reflects my path through all those alleys.

Every route that brought me back

Gave me something to offer and share.

Finest days were those which,

Taught me the game of dare.

Each of us walk without a map,

Yet we somehow reach a place.

Some are pleasant while some teach us,

Our choices are what we face.

Choose wisely for they can’t be reversed,

But never shy out from exploring the new.

Choice is one unique word,

Despite us having quite a few.

Nishant

Rustic reading glass

A quaint summer comes to my mind,

As I recall that particular book.

Swing set of my balcony faced,

A small cafe with a homely look.

I frequented it every now and then,

To finish what I had started before.

My book of stories from every end,

And coffee that I always wanted more.

Times were tough back in those days,

Money was hard and work was seldom.

Making do with my rustic reading glass,

I typed what my imagination could fathom.

Decades have passed and here I am,

Writing just as I did before.

What keeps us humble is our past.

Time when I used to sleep on the floor.

Always treasure those who stayed,

Throughout your quest with highs and lows.

For me it was my rustic reading glass, now yours.

Wear to see what it shows.