Dear Ghost of Past

You never leave, do you?

And just stay somewhere out there.

Your presence becomes weak with time

But you don’t leave.

Thank you for not leaving

And reminding me of the gone.

Because of you, Dear Ghost of Past, I never stopped believing.

Stay with me until my work is done.

Pressing issues#3

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.

 

8th day of the week

24*8

 

Just as the world never ceases to rotate,

For 7 days I will abide by my fate.

No more, no less.

 

But when the Sun will go down,

And Sunday will start to drown,

8th day shall come around.

 

And that shall be my day,

For 24 hours it will stay,

And fill me with hope.

 

There shall be no laws,

For what crimes shall I do alone?

8th day of the week, my own.

 

I will sip some tea and break bread,

Music will be played in the sky,

Deserted world will no longer be sad.

 

No words shall I utter,

To my mind shall I listen to.

On the 8th day of the week, I will meet you.

Why to write a Poem?

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.

चाहे जो भी हो

Just smile at the end of the day, that’s all. It’s that simple.

यह कहानी उसकी है जो कभी हारा नहीं,
एक ऐसा शख्स जिसे कोई समझ पाया नहीं.
यह किस्सा है उसका जो आज भी है कही,
कौन है और कहा है वह बात जरूरी नहीं.

कठिनाइया उसने भी बोहत है उठाई,
पर फिर भी चेहरे से हसी उसने नहीं गवाई.
हर रात तारो के सामने हुई उसकी सुनवाई,
पर वह सिर्फ मुस्कुराया, यह बात न समझ आई.

ऐसा नहीं है की उससे ज़िन्दगी ने घसीटा नहीं,
चोट उससे भी लगी, आंसू उसके भी बहे.
पर फिर भी वह उस रस्ते वापिस गया,
क्युकी उसकी मंज़िल वही थी कही.

यह कहानी उसकी है जो कभी हारा नहीं,
चाहे जो भी हो दिन के आखिर में वह मुस्कुराया कही.
क्युकी हार को उसने अपनाया ही नहीं,
उसने खुद को समझा क्युकी दुसरो को कोई समझ पाया नहीं.

Finding the lost

To all those who love to get lost and find something new about themselves, I urge you to get up and just take the road less travelled.

 

 

~A fellow traveller.

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…