Let us believe that our believes are wrong,
Days are short but the hours are long,
Deaf is hearing a dumb person’s song,
And the reality was unreal all along.
We aren’t whom we thought we were,
Winters are clear while summers are blur,
Each argument is accepted without any demur,
Can you imagine, Madame and Monsieur?
I pave the way for you to see a new world,
Unreal reality is laminar yet twirled,
Add a little randomness, let logic get swirled,
For that time it is just your world.
Let others live by the rules and norm,
Enjoy the wind and rain of what they call storm,
Just wander the reality of an unreal platform,
For when you come back, you will be happy, you will perform.
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
I have travelled quite a bit, seen a few things here and there. Travelling is good.
It is necessary to take time out of our lives, turn off those bright screens which we see all day and just catch a train.
A nice train compartment, a hot cup of coffee, a good book or some blank pages, and one Pen. The Poet always needs the Pen, pun intended. That is an amazing way to start a journey, if one likes to travel solo.
Traveling with friends is amazing, helps you to connect, bond, explore and make memories for a lifetime but there is something about travelling solo.
I remember my old days when I used to kick start my motorbike and take on the roads. No pre-fixed destination, just going where the path leads me to. I used to ride for hours, accelerate on highways and open roads, stop at small roadside shops or gas stations for a cup of tea and then carry on with my adventure. Lately, I have been missing those days. I would love to go on such trips again but thats okay. Someday I will.
A traveller travels for the novelty of it,
A fresh life with each morning star.
As fancy as it sounds, it is hard to commit,
It is not just about the places afar.
Each mile stores millennium worth moments,
Waiting to be explored by the travelling gambler.
Richness of difference is life’s endowment,
Appreciable only by a fellow traveller.
With a crowd or alone, to field or hills,
Remains at liberty with the desperate dweller.
Capturing the world in the form of stills,
Only gets sweeter for the gazing teller.A Traveller
Thinking is important, no doubt there. However, there is another act which we need to perform with if not equal than with more tenacity. I am talking about a start. Speaking of… without further adieu, read to know…know to read.
How important is it, a start?
Perhaps the most important of all.
How do we know our ventures will last?
We don’t. With life it is our eternal brawl.
That goal which we always wanted to achieve,
Is waiting on the opposite shore.
Enriched with everything that we believe,
There exists atleast a path or more.
Break this cycle which only ponders,
Nothing happens unless we start.
It better to get lost or wander,
Breakfast if you are smart.Nishant Gang, The Poet and the Pen
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
After all we go through, after all we endure, after all the planning we do and after all the sacrifices me make, at the end of the day we are confronted by one question and one question alone.
For what? For what did I do all this? For what reason? For what purpose?
Trying to find an answer to this myself, here I am, looking to share my thoughts.
Synonymous with life, uncertainty hovers.
Unknown, unanswered and unpredictable at its core.
Yet we never stop with our endeavours,
For what? Dear dweller, I am unsure.
Despite a destination, common to all,
We choose different paths and songs of life.
Dwelling, which is innate in our nature,
Makes us wander and wonder how to thrive.
Why do we do all that which is being done?
Answering it would solve my mystery.
No matter who we are, we are supposed to run,
Summary of our entire history.
Another day, another week, another thought.
A very good day to all of you!
Before we start, I would like to urge all my readers to read the title once again.
Flawed is flawless
Interpret it, and post the same in the comments section below.
Everything that we do is earmarked with some kind of flaw, but is it so?
What if that itself is flawless?!?
This can go on for a while, so let us not go there. However, do keep this in mind.
Flawed is flawless
So I asked this strange fellow whose path crossed that of mine,
While we journeyed together, talking and sipping some wine.
A doctor by profession, who knew the world he lived in,
Fond of the phrase, “Flawed is divine”.
Tell me doctor, why is it so?
Smilingly said, because I know.
Look at anything you can cast your eyes upon,
It will be flawed as it is nature.
What we think as flawed is something else,
Flaw is the uniqueness of every creature.
Produced and designed by beings not living,
Can be similar to the very inch.
But that is not what flawless is about,
Flawless is the uniqueness every being should clinch.
Flawed is flawless, don’t you think?