A story unfolds after a certain hour,
Devoid of a title and of time.
Reflecting those deepest worlds where,
We make laws of justice and crime.
Adjournment from the dark silence,
Ends up where we thought of being.
Mixture of obedience and of defiance,
Says the narrator to self while sleeping.
With no line separating sane from insane,
No one to know the right from wrong,
A theatre that delivers both smile and pain,
Through plays which seem short yet long.
Nightly Theatre which we see, has it’s very own song.
Title :- Wanderlust
Time and time again I wish,
How wonderful it would be,
If I could just be a traveller.
Beautiful World has so much to see,
Alas!, humanity won’t set me free,
Wanderlust both you and I.
It happened while I was in the park,
Resting in the soothing shade of a tree,
And as I rested my head on its bark,
A call came from a number I couldn’t see.
Voice was familiar from a time in past,
Hello itself sent shivers down my spine.
“You came here, my friend, at last,
But where is our customery wine?”
I demanded him to introduce self,
To which he said a member of my troop.
“Captain! I no longer need any help,
But I do miss our fierce little group.”
“It’s time for me to report to station,
Day eleventh, March of Fourty-four,
You laid your life for us, for our nation,
Enjoy the soothing shade a little more”
In one of my gazes of the dark sky,
I found a star. Nothing but a star.
It was winter and the wind was dry,
When I heard it speak or maybe it was I.
Twinkling as it has been doing,
Maybe since the time before time,
It came down while I was viewing,
And stood in front of me, all in its prime.
Eons old it knew us all,
Every dweller on this Earth.
Said it is humans who fall,
For not knowing their home’s worth.
I saw in silence as your ripped her apart,
My friend Earth who weeps to me,
Time is slipping and so is your heart,
Allow my friend to live and be.
It didn’t plea nor did it threaten,
But told me what Earth can do.
Mother Earth who is now tired from sweating,
Is the same small planet we see as blue.
It vanished just like that,
Leaving behind so many thoughts,
But it was right, all through the chat,
Either be better or join the dots.
A voice echoed in my ear,
How far is our destination?
To a question whose answer is not clear,
I said, “Perhaps the final station”
A long silence persisted for a while,
Which on breaking asked about fear,
Dear voice, “Life is like a trial,
It can never be too clear”.
It further asked about patience,
Plenty required if you ask me.
Truth of life is based on the very essence,
Untill your last act your destination is to be.
What are your plans for this weekend?
What are your plans for this summer?
What are your plans for future?
We all have heard and answered these questions from time to time but tell me, How often do we get asked, What are you going to do today?
I bet the frequency is far less than that of the first three questions.
That is it! That is where we go wrong. We get so involved in planning that we actually forget to do what we had planned earlier.
I know most of us already know about this but sometimes a word from someone else actually helps to put things into perspective. If you too feel that someone needs to read this, please do share by all means.
Read to know…know to read
We make a mistake every day in our lives,
One which we realise when we read the archives,
Investing all in a day which hasn’t even come,
Slow down dear reader, enjoy the drive.
Plan for future but don’t let go of today,
Time is tricky, it simply passes away,
So before you invest in something uncertain,
Read what Today is trying to say.
Enjoy a laugh with family or with a friend,
Complete that book all the way till the end,
Write down what you feel needs to be penned, Or
Do all that you wished to before the time is spend.
Try and do something you have never done,
Something new and artistic, be it serious or fun,
Be thankful for the day that you have received,
I did what I wanted to, now it is your turn.
–The Poet and the Pen
Take a moment to look around,
Something is voicing underneath that sound,
Hidden in those laughs, those smiles and silence,
Is one common thing that can always be found.
That which is known is not necessary to be heard,
The cure lies in doing something preferred,
Like I do when I feel the need,
“The Poet and the Pen”, World of Words.
Nothing you do will bring you just peace,
For it is not something absolute,
Known Stranger it is whom I speak of,
Adversities are thorns and Goal is the fruit.
Every choice we make comes with a path,
Before you start your journey, prepare your heart.
Read only if you can finish till the end. Post maybe a bit long but it surely isn’t boring!!!
Read to know…Know to read!
We tend to complicate our lives, everything that surrounds us by giving things more attention and time than they need or yet deserve.
Ever thought what it would be like if You only thought of things that actually needs to be thought about?
I’ll tell you what would have happened…
Your total thinking time (which consumes most of your energy) would have been reduced by atleast 70% (my opinion).
What good would this do?
This would buy you more time to think about more things that can create a difference in both your life and the lives that surrounds you. Time is indeed the most precious thing in the world.
Why is time the most precious thing in the world?
Because even a nanosecond of time is never repeated or stopped or slowed down or given as extra…
Yes! it is just that precious,
Yes! it is just that mortal,
Yes! it is just that simple.
No, there is no Poetry that follows these set of lines (if you want then please let me know) but these lines are from a Poet, a reader, a blogger and more importantly a friend.
I myself succumb to spending my time on things I just urged you not to but Hey! I am only Human. Speaking of whom I like to share one thing using this remarkable platform called Internet (WordPress to be specific)
Hello my friend, whom I have never met! I reside in the Eastern Part of the Globe and would love to know more about you. I come with friendship, I come with humanity, I come bearing this one news…
We have the power to help each other out merely by our words…It is just that simple. Say what you feel like, write what you think is true, for we have a gift…a gift of communication which is only possesed by a few. Help out a friend or someone in need by letting them know what you think is right. Let them know how you would have endured if you were in the same fight. Ahh! can’t help myself from Rhyming, laughter has taken over me now and I hope that by now a smile is on the face of my amazing reader.
Waiting for a response or a good old conversation,
~Nishant Gang (The Poet and the Pen)