बैरहाल यहाँ आलम कुछ खास है,
लगता है कोई नया राज है.
अंजानो की महफ़िल में,
चुना मैंने खुद का अंदाज है.
सब ख़ैरियत है ऐसा मुझे एहसास है,
खौफ के ज़माने में दिल जाबाज़ है.
पर क्या करे, अपनों की फिक्र है बोहत,
वह अपने जिनकी मुझे तलाश है.
तलाश जो कभी ख़त्म नहीं होती,
क्युकि अपने मिलते ही बेगाने हो जाते है.
इसीलिए अब वक़्त जाया नहीं करते हम,
खुद की ख़ैरियत में खुश हो जाते है.
Learn to be happy when you are happy.
Title: Panic Attacks
Do not take a panic attack lightly, it happens to the best of us and it can be detrimental. Take all the time you need and ask a friend to help you through it. Yes, talk to someone like a friend or a therapist or a family member. Don’t worry, we love you and want you to be alright.
Trust me, I know.
My voice has gone mute,
My hands are shaking.
There are tears in my eyes,
Panic is undertaking.
I can barely stand,
I can barely breathe,
Can you please hold my hand?
My pain is very deep.
Sight is failing me,
Memories are ailing me,
My strength is leaving me,
Oh god! I am barely me.
I am crying but there is no sound,
As if I am being drowned,
I don’t need words or anything profound,
Just hug me tightly and let silence be around.
Fun side of staying at home these days.
वो क्या है ना,
आजकल सुबह भी देर से होती है,
और दिन भर सिर्फ बाते होती है.
नजाने कितनी बार चाय और कॉफ़ी उफनती है,
चुहलें की आग मुश्किल से बुझती है.
सारे किरदार टी-शर्ट और ट्रैक पैन्ट्स में दिखते है,
पासे आजकल हर घर में गिरते है,
बड़े भी हार में बच्चो से झगड़ते है,
और हाँ, सोशल मीडिया में रोज़ नए ट्रेंड्स निकलते है.
घरो में रहना सबको काट रहा है,
पर सच बोले तो आलस से उठा नहीं जा रहा है,
माहौल तंग है, समझ आ रहा है,
पर घर रहके तू अपना फ़र्ज़ निभा रहा है.
वो क्या है ना,
वर्क फ्रॉम होम में नेटवर्क वैसे तो ख़राब है,
पर नेटफ्लिक्स में सब समझ आरहा है.
ऑफिस के वीडियो कॉल्स नहीं हो पारही,
पर दोस्तों से घंटो बातें किया जा रहा है.
पर ठीक है, थोड़ी मस्ती तो बनती है,
इतनी छुट्टी तो स्कूल में भी नहीं मिलती है,
और जब तक चीज़े वापिस ठीक नहीं होती है,
घर पे रहो, बस इतनी सी बिनती है.
घर पे हो ना?
You know what… Just play it cool!
Let’s part ways with the respectful methods,
And talk in the rawest of forms.
Denounce hiding and set the records straight,
Being badass is setting your own norms.
Call what you see,
Be you, simply be free.
Bottomline: The world will always misread.
Don’t bother, let them and you just be.
Do what you please, as long as it doesn’t harm anyone else.
For being badass is even more cool without creating any mess.
Make your own rules, goals and set yourself a bar so high,
That even you realise you have no option but to try.
Stop reading this, go write your own lines now,
Let them see you succeed and wonder, “How?”.
You be the one whom you does or doesn’t’ allow,
Rule no. 1: You make the rules now.
Let me take you someplace nice. Somewhere you will not feel trapped, burdened or scared. Times are tough and therefore it is very much necessary that we keep ourselves upbeat and happy.
Around you is an empty canvas,
Waiting to reflect your mind.
Step on it and jump into a world,
Where only you know what to find.
Laws of Science and of Sense, do not apply,
For it is that World which is kind.
Your emotions and creativity are unbound,
Waiting for you to intertwine.
Here you are a painter, plains and hills are yours to Paint.
Here you are a writer, in every book, you will be the Saint.
Here you are a reader, stories are of your choice.
Here you are a dancer, and Music is your own Voice.
Here you are a traveller, destination is yours to make,
Here you are a creator, and everything is at stake.
Here you are anything that you wish to be,
Canvas is yours, you and all your dreams are free.
Around you is a beautiful canvas,
Just the way you’d like the World to be.
Close your eyes now,
It’s beautiful, if you can see.
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.
This Poem will require you to stand up, close your eyes, put on some music and dance.
Whoof! A lot of instructions in one line, right?
To hell with everything people!, just go crazy. I know I do 😉
