I seek a conversation with me,
But I rarely can manage time.
So I asked, when will I be free?,
Some time during the rhyme.
Amidst all the hustle and bustle,
I found time for everything else,
Life presents opportunities only after tussle,
Opportunities encoded in the book we write for ourselves.
So take a walk and talk during the walk,
For at times you need to hear it from yourself.
Each solution that I need,
Is right next to me round the clock.
Chapter 1.
Ageless, faceless, nameless protagonist,
Existing only in the “World of Words”.
A brief account of nature and character,
Which the writer never said but you heard.
Chapter 2.
A recollection of an event that sends,
Ripples even to days of now.
Effects, either good or bad, from those bends,
Navigates the author’s pen as it ploughs.
Chapter 3.
Trying to steer as per the story,
Whilst making choices of his own.
Decides protagonist’s fall or glory,
Authoring the story of his own.
Chapter 4.
I speak to you says your book,
You who is its writer and its lead.
Your steps is what your story took,
For everyone but the author to read.
This is tough. Every human faces friction when he/she change the gears in life (slow or fast doesn’t matter). After all we are the Human Race.
So as I try to figure out my plan for ahead I am reminded of nature’s most simple principle. You reap what you sow. Now this is important, it is important to sow in the good seeds before the rain arrives, it is important to water them with positivity whenever required otherwise all the wait, the work, and the worry will bear withered crops.
Whenever there is a change in pace, Reap and Sow principle is a must.
Reap and Sow
Every harvest brings a chance of change,
An opportunity to plough and plant.
With life it is an honest exchange,
Sow what you really want.
Each term comes in phases,
Cold, warm, wet and/or wind.
Yet what really amazes is,
Some remain intact while others, skinned.
Difference lies in care and nuture.
It all depends on how you row.
Either take the chance to do better,
Regardless, you reap what you sow.
Nishant Gang, The Poet and the Pen
So much for some while so little for many,
Fairly assesses the unfairness of life.
Value of what is ours is hardly any,
While over valuing the absent is rife.
Till the day we acquire the unavailable,
It is marked as precious, as a goal.
Price tags which are marked on each saleable,
Can best depict how we treat the world as a whole.
As soon as it becomes one of our possessions,
Its value just like a tag is reduced to dust.
In each one’s mind it will be a confession,
Unvalued’s value is like an iron on rust.
Value everything for it is a must.
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.
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
Be it any country, religion, race or identity, core values all remain the same. In the end we are all but a name.
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.
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
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
