Art of silence

I seek the art of silence,

For I am a complete fool.

Stating opinions is marked as defiance,

While holding grounds is cruel.

Nod along for the road ahead,

For individuality will be harsh.

Regardless of the talent you had,

Silent followers will be asked to march.

I seek the art of silence,

For I refuse to be a tool.

Belief in self and dreams will be in compliance,

Silence is for the wise fool.

The Poet and the Pen

Gazing

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

Breakfast

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.

Breakfast

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

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

Question

For what?

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.

For what?

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.

Flawed is flawless

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?

Dice

Segmented thoughts are fluttering by,

Shadowing uncertainty over right and wrong,

Quite moment comes rarely these days.

Lyrics are mute yet loud is the song.

Dice, how do you do it?

Rolling, Tumbling, spinning side,

Not knowing what lies beyond,

Taking chances is how you decide.

Life, the six faced gambler, 

Has randomness as its guide. 



The best is not over… read till the end.Hello fellow reader from a place unknown, hope you found the words appropriate. So how have you been lately?

I am fine and smiling as I write from somewhere in the globe. It is funny, isn’t it? I talked about randomness in my Poem and here it is, a perfect example of the same. Some stranger whom I have never seen, met or even talked to is reading and understanding my words from an unknown place (talk about randomness there!)

Beautiful! Right?

Life is mundane at times, we feel low or bad or sad or sometimes even get mad. BUT (Yes this one required a higher volume)…But that is the thing, in order for life to be fun and exciting it also needs to add in the mundane flavour.

Get it?Well, I’ll let you to decide. Just one thing I would like to say before I step off. Try and see at all the randomness that is floating around you and in your life and if you do find any, which you will for sure, convey that feeling to this fellow whose words you just read, Out of randomness.