Read only if you can finish till the end. Post maybe a bit long but it surely isn’t boring!!!
Read to know…Know to read!
We tend to complicate our lives, everything that surrounds us by giving things more attention and time than they need or yet deserve.
Ever thought what it would be like if You only thought of things that actually needs to be thought about?
I’ll tell you what would have happened…
Your total thinking time (which consumes most of your energy) would have been reduced by atleast 70% (my opinion).
What good would this do?
This would buy you more time to think about more things that can create a difference in both your life and the lives that surrounds you. Time is indeed the most precious thing in the world.
Why is time the most precious thing in the world?
Because even a nanosecond of time is never repeated or stopped or slowed down or given as extra…
Yes! it is just that precious,
Yes! it is just that mortal,
Yes! it is just that simple.
No, there is no Poetry that follows these set of lines (if you want then please let me know) but these lines are from a Poet, a reader, a blogger and more importantly a friend.
I myself succumb to spending my time on things I just urged you not to but Hey! I am only Human. Speaking of whom I like to share one thing using this remarkable platform called Internet (WordPress to be specific)
Hello my friend, whom I have never met! I reside in the Eastern Part of the Globe and would love to know more about you. I come with friendship, I come with humanity, I come bearing this one news…
We have the power to help each other out merely by our words…It is just that simple. Say what you feel like, write what you think is true, for we have a gift…a gift of communication which is only possesed by a few. Help out a friend or someone in need by letting them know what you think is right. Let them know how you would have endured if you were in the same fight. Ahh! can’t help myself from Rhyming, laughter has taken over me now and I hope that by now a smile is on the face of my amazing reader.
Waiting for a response or a good old conversation,
~Nishant Gang (The Poet and the Pen)
Almost all my poems had a featured image (which do not belong to me in any way whatsoever)
Each image was used with the purpose of letting my readers understand and connect with my words at a much better level.
This video shows my journey and the rich content this blog has to offer…
Read the poems once you are done with the video (especially those whose images you like)
See to know…know to read
Oh hello! What day is it?
Believe me only you can know.
The journey has just begun, lots to do, lots to do.
Run, fall, stumble but don’t burn, only then will they come true.
Making through those initial struggles will only make you stronger.
Welcome them gladly… for they won’t last for much longer.
Those who smile while in the middle of a crisis, they are the real winners.
Full of ups and downs, yes that’s what life is, for the righteous and the sinners.
The worst is over yet you kept true, cheers I raise to you,
Most give up and start to wander making this place for only a few.
I can see my goals ahead, but remember this one line.
Most rocks lay hidden by the bay, to stop a journey so fine.
This is the last day for you to prove, just today and you will be done.
It’s easy for your journey has its proof, tomorrow awaits with all its fun.
No one to stop you from living your heart, for you have earned every piece of it.
Run, fall, stumble but don’t burn, smile on you is a perfect fit.
Streets were singing the sound of joy,
Lights and decorations captured all eyes.
I saw a smile so beautiful and pure on a boy,
And the stars… stars decorated the nightly skies.
Ornaments, beads, clothes and food,
Lamps, candles, toys and books,
Wine and cheese and music for the mood,
And the cuisines made by those amazing cooks.
It was so beautiful and cozy and peaceful,
That it made me forget of the days to come.
Maybe it was wrong or maybe it was needful,
But… That day still makes me numb.
A night which I lived only once,
A night which I live when I need a break,
A night that forever will be speacial to my heart,
Not because of any person for nothing was fake.
Sun is about to bid goodbye,
Day was tough as per your eye,
Well done my friend, for you did try,
Let’s have a cup, no tricks, no lie.
Since morning you have been on your toe,
But that’s life, to go ahead you need to row,
Anyway let’s not break our flow,
Tell me something that I don’t know.
Tradition of talking over tea is old,
A place to speak what has never been told,
Be it heat or be it something cold,
Speak freely, there is no need to hold.
My friend your secrets are safe,
Day is over and so is the chase,
A good talk demands patience and space,
So Have a cup and put forth your case.
Poems are not necessarily about some cause or feelings or thoughts or even emotions. Sometimes they are just a request or a plea or an invite.
This poem is my invite to all my readers to have a cup of tea with their tea partners.
Time: – 5:30 pm
Place: – Somewhere in the world
This one comes from the depths of my mind. So the week has began and most of us aren’t happy that it’s Monday however there is a bit more to it that just a lousy Monday!
Care to find out?!?, If yes, keep scrolling down. If no, well you are anyway on my page so might as well scroll down 😛
On a lighter note, here is a funny little story for all my readers to read and maybe smile as they walk into this new Week.
Read to smile…keep smiling for a while.
A funny little man
It starts on one of those antique trains,
Bound to those cities with fancy lanes,
And gazing at those valleys and fields and vast green planes,
Sat a funny little man right by the window panes.
Curious to his nature he kept imagining,
What it would be like to be away from the maddening,
Curious to his nature his mind worked like a wonder,
And he dozed off while all this was happening.
The journey continues in the same train,
Where he finds an escape from the pain,
The funny little man in his funny dream,
Meets a friend who never tells his name.
What’s so funny? It was his approach,
Not just to life but to all the questions asked in that coach,
For every time he questioned sadness or pain,
Friend asked, “Do you know what is my name?”,
Both talked for quite sometime,
Not that important, so I will simply rhyme.
Do you know what is our crime?
In suffering we forget his name every time.
So when you crib about all that is wrong , your friend
Happiness sits right infront, be strong!
I work hard to earn my living,
Concept of shortcuts are unknown to me.
Life is hard since the time I am seeing,
Yet Sir, I don’t beg or plea.
I eat my bread same as you,
But with soup or some boiled veggies.
Yes, the dishes on my table are few,
How are those cakes?, I plucked those cherries.
I get up early every single day,
So I don’t get late while doing my chores.
You have servants whom you pay, but
Your late arrival angers that boss of yours.
My income may be less than your day’s expense,
But I sleep with a peaceful smile.
For my happiness is pure and immense,
Because honour makes my soil fertile.
I am not saying you deserve less,
Nor am I asking for some sympathy or fame.
Life is difficult and can be a mess, just
Search for honour, I am just a name.
I booked a cab to my friend’s place,
So I could meet him before he leaves.
And while the cabbie drove the chase,
I was watching the passing streets.
Memories from the past rushed through my mind,
A pinch of sadness present with a touch of smile,
I realised at times like this we become kind,
It was A Drive which lasted for a while.
I looked outside to witness a story,
Unbound by time and hidden to all.
A story of us, our friendship, our glory,
Never letting the other take a fall.
I saw the first time we shook hands,
And that evening when we took a walk.
I saw those trips to the distant lands,
And those late night sessions of GOT and Sherlock.
I was reminded of those ups and downs,
That came left and right in our way.
And I still hear those jamming sounds,
Words can only be heard but cannot say.
The car just pulled over and it’s a busy street,
Time for me to pay and get down.
Story to be continued till we again meet,
Hey Idiot! I’ll see you around.
Feeling lost amidst a crowd, I decided to come here; A peaceful place just to speak, A place where I don’t hear. Strange it is but somewhat true, It’s difficult at certain times; To understand what one goes through, One needs to hear the rhymes. I spoke to all and spoke to none, All that was happening and was done; Still nothing seemed alright, Okay, and thus I was done. When no mortal could help I turned to them, Who have been here wearing rocks and stems; And those who are always flowing, And the one who burns. The immortal friends. Words came out and echoed around, No one replied yet peace I found. Once felt lost amidst a crowd, Found myself in nature and its sound. Got time to breathe, to think, “Allow yourself…” said the immortal, “to sink”, “Your own voice will help you through”, Writes the Poet on a paper with Ink. -The Poet