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#200: 1012 steps

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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.

Little Lucy

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A Letter to a loved one. To all those who stay away from their loved ones and miss them desperately at times.

 

 

Hey little one, how are you?

Your brother misses you too.

I hope you have learnt to tie your laces,

And did Father take you to the Zoo?

It’s been a while since I saw your face,

As annoying as you can be, I love our chase.

I wonder if my room is still mine?

Nonetheless, in my heart you will always have your space.

 

Dear Lucy, times are tough.

You might not see me anytime soon.

But you have to do something very important,

My dear Brave Captain, Angel of June.

Keep making everyone smile,

You beautiful kid, I am so proud.

You know, when you laugh I can hear in my heart,

Dear Lucy, when you miss me look at the clouds above.

 

I will hug you soon one day,

Take you to the places where you want to stay.

Buy you all the toys and candies,

And sit quietly and do as you say.

When I get tired I think of you,

You are my inspiration, my strength too,

Until the day you see your big brother,

I want you to read this, “I love you too”.

Why to write a Poem?

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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.

Unconditional Inability

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Learn to appreciate what we have, and learn from what we see. Even from each other.

The Poet and the Pen invites it’s readers for a good Sunday Sustaining good thoughts and wishes. If any of you fellow writers/readers have something you would like to share, the platform is yours. Let’s cherish this! 🙂

 

 

Unconditional Inability

Most powerful beings we say.

Are we though?

We live life on what may,

Thinking that we run the show.

Truth is we are mere characters,

Able to govern what will only perish.

For the rest it’s an Unconditional Inability.

Why change what we can just cherish?

Not everything needs improvement,

For we would be the first ones if so.

Sometimes it’s okay to be an audience…

Take your belongings after the show.

रेत

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My identity is through my words and my genuinity is in my eyes. Hear to know and see to believe.

 

kka

 

रेत

कहते है कलम में तलवार से ज्यादा धार होती है,
रक्त बेह जाता है पर स्याही कहती रहती है.
में एक लेखक हूँ जो रेत से है बना,
सुनने यह रेत क्या कहती है.

जितना बांधोगे उतना में उडूंगा,
अपना रास्ता में खुद चुनूंगा,
सोच हूँ में, मुझे पकड़ नहीं सकोगे,
सच बोलू तोह शायद पूरी तरह समझ नहीं सकोगे.

आइना हूँ में जो सच दिखाता है,
खुद की गलती से दुसरो को सिखाता है,
नहीं जनता मुझे कौन कब पढ़ेगा,
लेखक वह है जो हमेशा सच कहेगा.

खुश करना मेरी फितरत नहीं,
दुःख देना मेरा पेशा नहीं,
दिखावट के परे दिखा सकू, रेत हूँ,
सच को शब्दों में उतार सकू, तभी में एक लेखक हूँ.