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.

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.

एक बात बताता हूँ

In the world of freedom and social media, I find it funny that people are facing more and more difficulty in expressing themselves. The constant fear of being judged and being looked down upon has made an entire generation a closed book.

Most common cause of depression is the absence of proper emotional outlet.

Something is not right, and I guess we all know what that something is. Let us encourage each other to speak our hearts out. Speak up, let your feelings to come out into the world and make sure you do the same for others.

I dealt with a problem similar to this some time back and it is daunting. A poet who plays with words looking for ways to express himself is both funny and sad at the same time.

I promise to be an ear for all those who need to speak for I know how important it is to speak up and get heard.

The Poet and the Pen is all ears and will be always there if someone needs an ear. But for now, let me tell you what I want everyone to hear. Come, I need to tell you something.

 

एक बात बताता हूँ

आओ तुम सबको एक बात बताता हूँ,
जो दिल में है उससे जुबान से सुनाता हूँ,
जीवन का मंत्र या कोई सीख नहीं,
बस अपने मन की बात कहना चाहता हूँ.

आसान नहीं है यह.

आसान नहीं है यह, मन की बात.
गलत का पता नहीं पर सही पे भी चोटिल होते है जज़्बात,
कब तक ध्यान रखु में?
क्यों न अपने मन की बात करू में?

किसीको बुरा न लगे तो एक बात कहना चाहता हूँ,
किसीको बुरा न लगे तो यह साफ करना चाहता हूँ,
यह मेरे दिल की बात है, इससे आपका कोई नाता नहीं,
सुन सको तो सुनने क्युकी में तुम्हे बुलाता नहीं.

कहने दो जिसे जो कहना है,
उसके मन की बात है.
नहीं होता तो क्यों सुन्ना है,
बात तो सिर्फ जज़्बात है.

आओ एक बात बताता हूँ,
बोलने की आज़ादी मांगता हूँ,
कौन क्या सोचेगा नहीं पता पर,
दर्द होता है जब अपनी बात कह नहीं पता हूँ.

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.

Placebo effect

Some days are just special and today is one of those days.

On a day like today I would like to tell you about a loop which never allows us to escape yet it carries the escape with it.

Read to know…know to read

Mind is a fool for it does not know,

Heart controls it whereabout.

And Heart’s a fool for it does not know,

Mind can trick heart without a doubt.

But who is smarter of the two?

Answer divides the Earth in half.

Fact is there is no false or true,

Same situation can make one cry and one laugh.

If you feel Heart is smart,

Tell Heart that everything is alright.

Poor Mind will play its part,

Everything will start to look just right.

And if you think mind is stronger,

Tell Mind that you call the shots.

Poor Heart will beat longer,

And open all the positive slots.

We believe in what we think,

We think about what we believe.

Encourage

World is tough. We all know and feel it on a daily basis. But that doesn’t mean we can just stop and give up, can we?

Over the years I have realised on thing, one word of encouragement at times can do wonders. Somehow it fills us with joy and energy.

So whenever you get a chance, please do encourage someone. And trust me, it might help you as well.

 

 

Every fuel runs out eventually,

Every focus loses its sight.

Every determination terminates gradually,

Every being gets tired in fight.

Off all the choices life provides,

To stop is not up for grabs.

We, who are our own guides,

Have to carry on post all the stabs.

So, encourage.

Encourage all those who are trying to do better,

Encourage all those who are feeling lesser,

Encourage all those who does or doesn’t matter,

“You are awesome”, says the Poet before you start another chapter.

Age the Rage

Anger, such a negative word, isn’t it? But there is an upside to anger as well.

Imagine a wine if you will, it will make you understand better…

Age the Rage

Do you know the upside of anger?

“There isn’t any”, said the man.

With the same belief lived the fool,

Age the Rage, story thus began.

I met a man who was wronged,

By each and every lyrics and rhyme.

We are but characters who never belonged,

But were allotted the chance with time.

He sits at the top of the hill,

Despite falling, despite being pushed off.

While they tried to break his will,

His aged rage was like a wine, a payoff.

Bursting out is letting go of,

The power, the drive that rage brings.

Nurture it for the right stand-off,

Aged Rage doesn’t shout but sings.

Privilege

Most of us are made the same,

But only a few leave a mark.

While we play, they design the game,

With signatures nothing less of a hallmark.

Irrelevant of their fields, irrelevant of their nations,

Irrelevant of their culture, language or even traditions,

Was their methods. Unique that they became success’s definition.

Every great being was his/her own competition.

So a fast one is late and a slow one is on time,

Or a strong one is fake and a lean one fights crime,

Or the orator brags while the silent rhymes,

Ordinary people walk but the greats climb.

Most of us were made the same,

But only they left their mark.

While we looked at others game,

To humanities privilege, they added their spark.

Reboot

A motivational note…

Do you know why our eyes release tears?

I’ll answer that at the very end.

For now let us not pretend,

Reboot, regroup and comprehend.

Every morning we get on with our work,

Trying to move a step ahead, scared to get stuck,

But it is not that simple, not that straight,

Life has it’s way of being a jerk.

So we try and try again till we can,

Soaring with our wide wingspan,

But eventually we run out of energy and plan,

And end up quitting what we began.

Every machine on this Earth,

Including humans for all their worth,

Need to reboot every now and then,

Answering the question which was stuck.

So take some time to stroll back,

Steal some peace and love for self,

Indulge in things and give yourself some slack,

A Soft temperament is impossible to crack.

A fraud’s confession

I have a label on my head,

“One who deceives for his gain.”

I trick and lie to earn my bread,

But am I the one who is insane?

I walk amongst others like a regular bloke,

And see no difference between you and I,

We all behave the same round the clock,

Show me one person who does not lie.

I have a label on my head,

But I don’t hide behind any tower.

Denounce this false high that you are being fed,

Kindness lies in being yourself, being yourself is power.