Read to know…know to read

I came up with this tag line during the very initial days of my blog. I remember, we were sitting in my hostel room and talking about palindrome when I saw on this piece of paper with Read to know written on it.

Thus began, Read to know…know to read catch phrase. Not exactly a palindrome by definition but yeah that’s pretty much the story. Today I am here ready to post by 100th Poem and it really has been a journey so far.

To many more to come and to this 100th, Read to know…know to read.

Satisfyingly unsettled

Birds were flocking back to their nests,

While the set was glowing orange and red.

Amidst the settling sand they give their best,

And remain Satisfyingly unsettled for ahead.

What more can you truly achieve apart from a simple try?

Question to be asked in the presence of stars…

Was my effort a truth or a lie?

Regardless of answer strategy says, “Try”.

Remain satisfied with what you did,

But dare not settle ever in life.

Greed is not doing my bid,

It is the positive satisfying drive.

Satisfyingly unsettled is to perform, rest, and strive.

The Poet and the Pen, 100th Poem

Breakfast

Thinking is important, no doubt there. However, there is another act which we need to perform with if not equal than with more tenacity. I am talking about a start. Speaking of… without further adieu, read to know…know to read.

Breakfast

How important is it, a start?

Perhaps the most important of all.

How do we know our ventures will last?

We don’t. With life it is our eternal brawl.

That goal which we always wanted to achieve,

Is waiting on the opposite shore.

Enriched with everything that we believe,

There exists atleast a path or more.

Break this cycle which only ponders,

Nothing happens unless we start.

It better to get lost or wander,

Breakfast if you are smart.

Nishant Gang, The Poet and the Pen

Sage old story

Temptation leads to an act of action,

Action comes with certain deeds.

Good and bad co-create junction,

Oh fool why don’t you limit your needs?

Enough itself is never enough.

A concept relative to every being.

Our unnecessary necessity synonyms tough,

Fallacy is all that I am seeing.

Age old stories are being treated ill,

All for the comfort and purpose of some.

A game where end is peril,

I found a sage of ageless term.

White clothed with a smiling gaze,

Has no money or possession of his own.

Yet his wealth is beyond our chase,

Answering all in his calm and soft tone.

Simplicity, truth, non-violence and kindness,

Are principles to break the cycle of Karma,

Harbors the flame which ends all blindness,

Ageless Sage’s definition of Dharma




Be it any country, religion, race or identity, core values all remain the same. In the end we are all but a name.

Lie-ability

It says, human did not know how to lie. It came to us as well started settling in this world.

What/who taught us this unique ability?

What/whosoever it was, changed the shape of the world we know today.

Twisted

Lie-ability

Act of concealing what we label as truth,

Comes natural to most if gazed up close.

Tranquil tunes wrapped with fallacy,

Are being administered at a regular doze.

Tricks are quaint and treats seem heartening,

Masking the gloomy road ahead.

An act that never ends but keeps circling,

Even after the lie has spread.

Some are necessary, noble, and kind,

While most seem innocent with a deceitful glimmer.

Precarious are the stones on which,

Lie makes promises to a desperate winner.

Necessary evil whose chains have broken,

Commands even the noblest of us.

Since the beginning only truth has spoken,

Impeccable amidst the liar’s fuss.

Follow The Poet and the Pen for more such works. Poem #96

100/100

Wise will rise

Fool oh fool stop limiting yourself,

Race of numbers never ends in life.

Judgement of one cannot be done till,

We take into account one’s strife.

None is less nor one is many,

Why competing with another being?

No one is qualified to judge another,

Close your eyes to start seeing.

We agree to have different stories,

With different characters, roles, and sets,

Fool oh fool you need not worry,

Waking up better is the best it gets.

Life

Choice

Atleast one always exists

In search of my goals I often get lost

And wander through hills and valleys.

Character which I have today

Reflects my path through all those alleys.

Every route that brought me back

Gave me something to offer and share.

Finest days were those which,

Taught me the game of dare.

Each of us walk without a map,

Yet we somehow reach a place.

Some are pleasant while some teach us,

Our choices are what we face.

Choose wisely for they can’t be reversed,

But never shy out from exploring the new.

Choice is one unique word,

Despite us having quite a few.

Nishant

Question

For what?

After all we go through, after all we endure, after all the planning we do and after all the sacrifices me make, at the end of the day we are confronted by one question and one question alone.

For what? For what did I do all this? For what reason? For what purpose?

Trying to find an answer to this myself, here I am, looking to share my thoughts.

For what?

Synonymous with life, uncertainty hovers.
Unknown, unanswered and unpredictable at its core.
Yet we never stop with our endeavours,
For what? Dear dweller, I am unsure.
Despite a destination, common to all,
We choose different paths and songs of life.
Dwelling, which is innate in our nature,
Makes us wander and wonder how to thrive.
Why do we do all that which is being done?
Answering it would solve my mystery.
No matter who we are, we are supposed to run,
Summary of our entire history.

Rustic reading glass

A quaint summer comes to my mind,

As I recall that particular book.

Swing set of my balcony faced,

A small cafe with a homely look.

I frequented it every now and then,

To finish what I had started before.

My book of stories from every end,

And coffee that I always wanted more.

Times were tough back in those days,

Money was hard and work was seldom.

Making do with my rustic reading glass,

I typed what my imagination could fathom.

Decades have passed and here I am,

Writing just as I did before.

What keeps us humble is our past.

Time when I used to sleep on the floor.

Always treasure those who stayed,

Throughout your quest with highs and lows.

For me it was my rustic reading glass, now yours.

Wear to see what it shows.

Glimmering Jungle


Every city is like a maze,

Plots with various turns and twist,

Towers of age old touching skies,

A glimmering jungle where we exist.

Each one has it’s own character,

It’s own story and speed of life.

Unique language persists in each,

Concrete jungles where we strife.

Seemingly similar yet not the same,

Something makes these cities alive,

I have played my role in many,

Just like every other who reside.

As I stare at these glimmering jungles,

I see a game unfolding by me.

Funny is this show of light,

Different despite being similar, irony.

Literal literature

An art which appeared long ago,

Is perishing with each passing day.

The profound game of words and phrases,

Ironically is lost for words and way.

Literal sense of what literature means,

Is perhaps the one that comes last.

A set of rules which were meant to simplify,

As per whims and wishes are changing fast.

Take it at its true value,

A deal to deceit one called life,

If you must, change your actions for good,

Leaving the literal literature alive.