खेल

 

एक खेल खेला करते थे हम.
खेल के कुछ नियम हुआ करते थे.
जीत और हार से टटोलते थे मन
छोटी छोटी बातो पे झगड़ा करते थे.
काफी नोक झोक हुआ करती थी
लड़ाईया भी हुआ करती थी
पर पता है उन सबके बाद भी
खेल की गाडी नहीं रूकती थी.
सब कुछ भूल के अगले दिन फिरसे एक खेल खेला करते थे हम.

अब खेलने के दिन गए शायद
नियम के बंधन भी मिट गए शायद
रोज़ रोज़ मिलना भी काम हो गया शायद
पार छोटी छोटी बातो में झगडे आज भी होते है
और फिरसे वह दो दोस्त साथ में कभी नहीं खेलते है.
शायद समझदार बनते बनते समझ कम हो जाती है,
दोस्ती बिना किसी बात के कहानी बन के रह जाती है,
जो बात बचपन में पता थी आज नहीं समझ आती है,
सिर्फ खेल बदला है, पर हम तो आज भी वही साथी है.

We need it

 

It was raining that night.

Sky didn’t have stars

but my eyes were bright

for they had been seeking something.

It was after a long battle,

not of swords but of emotions.

While the face didn’t show, Heart was rattled

and the ability to stand was under erosion.

But then it happened unexpectedly,

I got what I was searching for.

For a while time stopped happily,

It was a hug that I had longed for.

Could you just?

Did you know?

No, I know you did not.

Did it show?

Yes, but no one took a note.

What now?

Sorry, You already forgot.

How?

That’s what we were taught.

 

First learn to see, listen, empathize & care. Rest will follow.

-Nishant, The Poet and the Pen.

Sleepless in…

 

It has been a while now.

That loop which got broken

Refuses to get fixed.

I am devoid of sleep.

Even though my eyes want,

they refuse to stay shut.

Sleeplessness haunts,

Inability hurts.

I do not know if I am alright,

Just that I am tired deep inside.

I hope that tonight

it won’t hide. Sleep.

 

 

I cannot sleep.

-Nishant, The Poet and the Pen

Weak moments

As bad as they are,

Weak moments are real.

And therefore they will come

Time and again.

No matter what rearranged words say

They are hard to deal.

Therefore it is okay.

It’s okay the way it makes you feel.

Bitter and sweet both are experiences.

आजकल

Somewhere down the line humans failed humanity.

 

 

यार क्या हो गया है हममे?
तेहज़ीब कहा गई हमारी?
शर्म आती है ऑनलाइन आने में,
सोच इतनी घिनौनी होगयी है हमारी.

आज जहा पूरा देश, पूरी दुनिया
अच्छा बनाने की कोशिश कर रही है,
घिन आती है जब पढता हूँ सुर्खिया,
इतनी घटिया सोच कहा से जन्म रही है?

सोच से ही सच होता है,
गन्दी सोच गन्दा कल लाएगी.
सिवाई अफ़सोस के अब कुछ नहीं होता है,
नजाने नई सोच कब आएगी?

कुछ कहना चाहता हूँ,
उन सब से जो मुझे सुन रही  है.
फ़िलहाल आप सबसे माफ़ी मांगना चाहता हूँ,
गलत आप नहीं, यह सोच है. इस सोच को बदलना बहुत जरुरी है.

Pluto

I loved you like one of mine,

But you remained distant, always.

My care never shined,

On your dark and cold surface.

I never wanted you to suffer,

A fate that would make you alone.

But your misalignment made it tougher,

Eventually losing you a space in my home.

You became Pluto,

The discarded and outcasted one.

Because you never valued your own,

You were always special to someone.

Needled Heart

Do you ever feel a pinch in your heart as if something pointy is just trying to pierce it?

Not a good feeling at all. I sometimes feel so as well and I don’t know why but it happens out of nowhere and makes me feel bad. The whole day goes by in laughter and smile and then this happens. Why are we so complicated? Or better yet, why can’t these two (Heart and Brain) live harmoniously?

Ugh! (This is so annoying!!!!!!!!!!!)

Writing calms me down, thank god.

 

Tell me oh wise world,

Why do I feel so hurt?

For I am doing as told,

And yet I feel trapped.

Unfathomable is my pain.

I feel the pinch despite the cause.

How do I abstain?

Or is there a provision to pause?

Wailing heart may still beat,

But every beat carries a cry.

Being unaware has led to my defeat,

Funny, Heart feels but we don’t know why.

 

When One crosses the line

With just a few words and gestures that day,

Everything became foreign between them.

A peaceful relation became mayhem,

A friendship had forever lost its way.

Spoken words fade but memories do stay,

Vile memories which can only condemn,

And remind you of your time with them,

A time you once thought would forever stay.

 

Yet you move on and live the old fraction,

For that is life and this is our nature.

And every good memory becomes a fiction,

Words can make a friend into a stranger.

None wins but ego with satisfaction,

Because on Sorry none had made any wager.

Invitation to Sadness

 

And thus I allowed it’s stay to be conditional,

By letting it reside with others.

For in them I tried to seek,

It, Happiness, whom we smother.

 

Aware but indolent and in denial,

I reassured myself of my choice.

After many reminders and no response,

It decided to silence its voice.

 

And then one day, they all left.

Life, said the note behind.

Along with them it also walked out,

Inviting Sadness to my mind.

 

By the time I realised, I was late,

It had made those “others” great.

So now I no longer search for it,

Happiness, I know you are waiting outside my gate.”