Every time the dusk got delayed,
Or the morning sun felt harsh,
Sound of life seemed disarrayed,
Or water disappeared in the marsh,
Loved ones took a separate turn,
Old enemies met at the crossroads,
Water started to burn,
And decrypted were all my codes,
I came to this place I now call home.
There is always a place for me,
Here I am always allowed to be,
The person you see every now and then.
I cannot tell you how but,
The Poet and the Pen (my blog) saved me.
Blogging has this beautiful thing in it. It makes you feel so special, so connected to yourself. Sometimes I find out so much about so many things when I sit behind this blog and dive into the World of Words.
Blogging is a good addiction and I am addicted.
I need to confess something. It’s all addictive. Social media is addictive with all its likes and comments and shares and subscribes and I am afraid I am addicted now.
Poems and Stories give me happiness, it is all pure but lately I realised they are getting influenced by Social Media’s society. My love for Poems is far too much and I am afraid that I must stop this addiction dead at its track.
So can I urge you all to just read this one as a simple reader?, because this is being written by a simple Poet and nothing more. Straight from my heart and not due to any influence, from the old Poet and the Pen…
Read to know…know to read
Somewhere down the line I forgot,
For whom it was all about.
Sheer happiness is what I got,
The day my first poem came out.
I had no one to impress,
Nor did I sought any admirers.
All I wanted was to spread happiness,
And help others in becoming survivors.
My words made me smile and that was it,
Unlike now where it depends on how good others will see it.
My Poems have always stopped me from tapping quit.
I am Poet first and at my place shall I sit.
Creativity is a gift and thus can never be truly realised,
Even though my motives were good, I think I compromised.
Just like me most of us have been hypnotized,
Listen up creators, be simple and free, the world will be surprised.
A wordsmith who novels
And enables dwellers known as readers
To flee into the realm of realisation,
Word by word with no followers and leaders
But just a conscience seeking conclusions
By simply spectating other characters,
Created to craft nothing but a message
For all those who are believers.
Sheltering them from the world outside,
Where most words are deceivers,
And sparing them the time to be anything they wish to be,
After all you are just spectators,
Is a Poet, Writer, Painter and Storyteller.
20th June 2017, the day I wrote my first Post. 1012 days have passed and here we are. I cannot tell you how much have changed over these 1012 days.
On the suggestion of a friend, I opened my diary to the World and frankly, I haven’t looked back ever since. Thanks https://6stringsandanotebook.wordpress.com for making me do it.
What started as fun and on a casual note has become something so special, personal and important to me. The Poet and the Pen is not just my blog but it is my way of being what I am truly and deeply.
So, as I compose my 200th Poem, I just want to say a big Thank You to all my readers, followers, blogs whom I follow for letting me be a part of this amazing sphere, blogosphere.
“Read to know…know to read”
The Road ahead
Distance that we travel is always remembered,
But it is the number of steps which count.
Some towards and some away from our goals,
Nonetheless, a journey is thus found.
Therefore, it is futile to talk about time,
What matters is what you see.
In a single second you can live a lifetime,
If you step wisely and let things be.
Look around, there is a lot to be found,
Appreciate before they fade.
Every moment, movement and sound,
Will help you one day to find a shade.
Let your footprints guide the tomorrow,
The Road ahead will keep telling you how.
Smile in happiness and also in sorrow,
Even the mountains will one day bow.
Let yours be the journey of movement,
One who lived every moment.
Be patient and persistent,
The Road ahead is even more extravagant.