Underrated Hero

 

It starts from the day we come into this world

and after that it lasts forever.

Father is not just a relation

but a journey full of sacrificing endeavours.

We cannot thank you enough, ever.

 

You never stop watching over us, do you?

My childhood pictures were taken only by you.

In adolescence we walk right next to you, holding your finger

and in teenage, despite wanting to be alone, your watchful eyes linger.

No matter how old we get, you remain our silent singer .

 

Underneath that tough and quiet exterior

we all know that you are soft hearted just like mom.

Yet your wish to make us better

asks you to take tough calls. How do you do it?

That parent who accepts resentment for his child’s betterment.

 

Perfect balance of love and lectures, teacher and friend,

at times harsh but always fair,

Father you are hard to comprehend.

I pretend to be like you when I sit on your chair

and feel that overwhelming pressure that you withstand.

 

No child can ever document their father’s role

because there are some things you just cannot express.

Words too have limitations after all

Unlike my Father’s worry when I am a mess.

Father, the person we fail to call.

 

All we can say is a Thank You

and we will try to be a bit more like you.

It will be tough but it will be worth it.

Even though we don’t say this enough,

Father, we really really Love You.

 

You cannot say anything about this one man because he knows you more than you know yourself. He is your Father.

-Nishant, The Son.

Rusted

 

An old bike sits in my garage.

It is covered in dust

and barely does it look nice.

One day it shall rust.

It was my favourite once,

I used to spend hours on it

riding through my favourite paths,

when suddenly it started to break down,

delayed my every plan.

I could no longer go around

and felt like a different man.

Everything has a life span.

 

When something/someone denies you from being the best version of yourself, understand that their time in your life is now over.

-Nishant, The Poet and the Pen

Old strings new tunes

In the deepest corner of my room

6 old strings stood from distant past.

It wasn’t an accident that I discovered

Something which was already there since the start.

Many fond memories ran like a reel

Inside the projector of my heart

And then suddenly I started to feel

As if a sin had been committed on my part.

Old tunes stopped and strings never reverberated

Because I gave up on them,

Fallacy got me distracted.

I gave up on them.

Music was lost after a while

And I had to fill that void with noise.

We never love something which is not our style

6 old strings were my choice.

But now I am back and they are still there

Waiting to be played.

With old strings and new tunes I today declare

Resumption of my parade.

Even in the loudest nights now,

My tunes shall not fade.

We always return to the place we belong. We always find the things which are meant for us. Even though we walk away from them, life gets us back to them and it is at that moment when we realise that it was all meant to be.

Nishant, The Poet and the Pen

One Day!

I see glimmering lights,

Pictures being clicked.

Blissful nights,

And my wave doing tricks.

I see a grand welcome,

And smiles all perfect.

In the presence of loved ones,

An atmosphere just so correct.

I am a hero there,

And they are mine to care for.

After completing the day to day affair,

I came home through the door.

♦️Not all spotlights need a red carpet.

एक बात कहनी थी

To you, for you.

 

 

यार एक बात कहना चाहता हूँ
हो सके तो २ मिनट तुम्हारा धियान चाहता हूँ
कोई कहानी या पहेली नहीं सुनाना चाहता हूँ,
बस तुम्हे जिससे मेरी आवाज़ सुनाई दे रही है,
उससे एक बात कहना चाहता हूँ .

एक अजीब सा रिश्ता है हमारा,
न तुम कभी जीते न में हारा,
मिले है हम बिना मिले कभी,
में आवारा तू बंजारा.

नहीं पता तुम्हारी खुबिया,
नहीं पता तुम्हारे जज़्बात,
नहीं पता कितनी है दूरिया,
फिर भी देखो, सुनाई दे रही है न मेरी आवाज़…

जो भी हो, जहा भी हो,
सही कहु तोह अपने आप में सही हो,
क्युकी कोई अपना नहीं कहता आजकल,
यार तुम इंसान बहुत अच्छे हो.

अपने जांचते ज्यादा है और जानते काम,
पर अंजानो से कैसा गम?
जो भी कहता है, तुममे नहीं दम,
कहना उसने, जरा चले तुम्हारे रास्तो में चार कदम…

यार एक बात तोह कहना भूल ही गया,
अनजाना हूँ, नाम बताना रह ही गया,
पर नाम में क्या रखा है?
जो कहना था वो तो में कह गया…