Word of the day

An old man sitting on the walkway,

Asked each passerby for a word.

Barely did anyone stop by,

For it seemed highly absurd.

I wrote on a piece of paper

And kept it in the old wrinkled hand.

Only to find out later

He could not comprehend.

In that moment, instead of being shy,

The old man smiled and asked for its meaning.

I explained but then I asked “Why?”

Said, “I am addicted to learning.”

 

~Each of us have something to teach but more importantly we all have so much to learn and not from only books or teachers but from each other as well.

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.

Doomed

In the movie Troy, Achilles said: “Everything’s more beautiful because we’re doomed.”

For Poem, scroll down directly but I hope you read the entire post.

Now as horrifying or negative it may sound, it is in fact one of the most beautiful truths of life. I have always wondered why do we care so much about things that come with a time clock, things which with each passing second transverse towards its end. Things such as: Youth, Glory, Money, Possessions (House/Cars/Clothes etc.)

Yes, no doubt they are important for us to live and I am not here to debate or play high and mighty that we should not focus on them. We should but tell me one thing reader,

Do you ever think that you will lose them one day?

Do you ever think that this beauty and grace of your youth will fade one day?

Do you ever think that your glory will be forgotten one day?

And, do you ever think that the possessions which so proudly possess will one day become someone else’s’ ?

I am sure most of you don’t and why would you?, It’s a very saddening thought and we are too busy with the present, is exactly what you would have told yourself.

Are we, HUMANS, always busy with the present? Or, always planning for the future?

I hope you read the below lines and find out what I am trying to show.

Please Read to Know

While we thrive on today, we sure think of tomorrow,

Did tomorrow ever say, there won’t be any sorrow?

Meanwhile we fix happiness in something we borrow,

The crux of possession is nothing but hollow.

So enjoy what you possess but remember this law,

Time gives only to withdraw.

And that exempts everything from flaw.

Tomorrow will never see what today saw.

Fact

Vigilant I am and so are you,

Understatement it would be to say,

We are oblivious of what is true.

Conundrum is we chose to ignore,

For as long as we aren’t directly affected by it too.

True, we have enough on our plates already,

But would it really be too much to not be petty?

Odds are you have taken a stand and are ready,

One good deed can make the other steady.

~ This one is without an audio because, I want you to speak it to yourself and not hear from another.

Keep reading, writing, and helping.

-Nishant

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.

Reality Check

I see comparison in the name of equality, but why? Man and Woman are two sides of the same coin, aren’t they?

 

 

Typical images are no longer valid.

Both Venus and Mars revolve around the Sun.

Life has moved on at a pace so rapid,

Yet the comparison seems to be undone.

Man, the strong and tough all times,

Too faces agony and tears.

Want to hold hands or cry aren’t crimes,

We are fearless despite our fears.

We hold, protect, preserve, and care,

Nothing which the other doesn’t do.

Man is one who takes on a dare,

Weak at expressing but our love is true.

Woman, the source of life and heart,

Too sweats to earn bread and butter.

Want to be independent and have her own start,

Doesn’t make her any less of a mother.

She is practical despite her emotions.

Her beautiful eyes hold a fire so true.

She holds, protects, preserves, and care.

Nothing which the other doesn’t do.

World needs both the sides,

Both the sides make one coin.

Without one the other cannot stride,

Dots are there but we ignore to join.

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.

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…