Can I?

 

Often in the evening strolls

a realisation sneaks up

which recalls something really tough.

Should I continue or give up?

The stigma of latter can be rough

but what if I am fed up?

Nothing will ever be enough.

Characterisation has made it hard to give up

even on something which makes me miserable.

So I started to bluff to myself…

The worst kind of gamble.

 

Please don’t berate me for leaving now.

I tried but couldn’t finish somehow.

Only a human, I am.

I wish I had a backspace key now.

Regardless of what they say,

What they say does matter.

Let me find a better way,

Allow me to choose the latter.

I shall come back better,

I shall come back brighter,

I will feel honest and lighter.

Giving up does not make me any less of a fighter.

 

 

If something makes you miserable, there is no shame in giving it up. Giving up to try something new is actually a sign of bravery.

-Nishant, The Poet and the Pen.

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

Together!

Just a few more days!

 

 

Never before have we faced this,

A pandemic that stunted all of us together.

Every one of us should note this,

We will go down in history together.

Men, Women, Children, I ask you all

Let us go down as victors.

Let us become that generation

Which the future will call healers.

 

Let us hide our pain behind a mask,

Let us clean our hands before we meet,

Let 6 feets of distance prevail in each task,

Let us reduce walking on the street.

Let us ensure proper hygiene,

Let us make sure to help the needy,

Let us keep every inch of our house clean,

Let us just be ready.

 

And soon one day we will walk,

Walk without a mask

Walk without any fear

Hug every friend

Hold every dear.

Eat without being scared

Work without any boundaries

Go on trips which we had planned

Make a fresh set of memories.

250: Thank You

250th post. Each Post (on The Poet and the Pen) is done with the sole purpose of spreading a message. Message of Care, Fun, Love, Laughter, Happiness and Emotions.

I grow each and every day through this blog and many of you out there who just like me are on a quest to make the world a better place, I want to say Thank You.

We blog not for likes, comments, shares or anything. We blog so that someone who reads this irrespective of his country, location, colour, language and situation gets to know that we are here, we are with you and if we can do it so can you.

Lots of Love.

 

 

For every tear that you dropped in silence,

For every goodbye that scathed your heart,

For every smile that you projected despite inner violence,

For every day you played your part,

For every friend you lost and let go,

For every enemy you won by letting go,

For every step you took for a better tomorrow,

For every brave moment you faced your inner sorrow,

For every harsh truth you accepted,

For proving that you cannot be defeated,

For not treating the world as you were treated,

For spreading the good message that your misery created,

Thank You.

तू आबाद है

Life is not ideal. Every aspect of life screams that fact. So it’s better if we understand this fact and face the reality.

We all have this tendency to daydream, live in our own crafted world where we are ever innocent and everything else is flawed. Wake up people, that’s not true.

And do you know the sad part about all this?

Even after we realise that we are doomed, we are stuck in this unfair game of life, we forget that we are perhaps the luckiest of the bunch.

If you feel this, feel what I am trying to say, you will get it.

You are lucky! I am lucky! We all are lucky!

Any thoughts?

 

 

अरे अगर सिर्फ सांस लेना ही जीना होता,
तो बेहोश को होश की जरुरत न थी.
और हर दिन अगर अच्छा होता,
तो फिर बात ही क्या थी.

पर ऐसा नहीं है.

पर ऐसा नहीं है और यही तो बात है,
अरे दुनिया भी दोगली है,
यहाँ दिन है तो वहा रात है.
इसीलिए समझ जाओ अब.

इसीलिए समझ जाओ अब, क्युकि समय बहुत ख़राब है,
यहाँ तो हसने के लिए भी चाहिए होती शराब है.
सब देख के भी अगर सपने में जीता है तू, तो तू बर्बाद है,
फिर भी नहीं जानता कि तू कितना आबाद है.

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.

 

वो क्या है ना

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?

वह एक सुबह

I had the good fortune to meet someone today. Someone who really made my day. Hope you do well and stay happy. 🙂

From a humbled heart, I present to you this Poem.

 

जैसे हर रात के बाद एक सुबह आती है
जैसे हर बात कुछ जज़्बात जता जाती है
जैसे हार साँस एक नया एहसास लाती है
ठीक उसी तरह हम सबकी ज़िन्दगी में वह एक सुबह जरूर आती है

कौनसी एक सुबह?

जिस सुबह मैंने अपने आप से बात की,
जिस सुबह में हँसा और मुस्कुराया
जिस सुबह मैंने अपने आप से यह पूछा,
क्या मैंने खुद वह किया जो मैंने दुसरो को समझाया?

नहीं, मैंने नहीं किया.

कहना आसान है, करना मुश्किल
समझाना आसान है, समझना मुश्किल,
दिमाग समझदार है दिल नहीं,
गलती करना गलत नहीं.
जरुरत जरूर है पर जरुरी नहीं,
जो सोचा वह वैसा ही हो,
मनमानी जरूर की पर मन को समझाया नहीं,
संघर्ष मेरे अकेले का नहीं.

अब सुनो सुबह की वह एक बात.

ज़िन्दगी किसीकी भी आसान नही,
पर हममे यह समझ आता नहीं,
समझ नासमझ क इस खेल में,
या तोह में कहता हूँ या जता पाता नहीं.