All of a sudden I feel
that I knew you all along.
And our life is some camera reel,
Looping our movie and our song.
I know what is about to happen,
Because it’s you. How can I not know?
I see us dancing and everybody clapping,
All the while as we grow.
I haven’t seen you but I have,
In my mind you are my tomorrow.
For now I am talking to myself,
Who knows, maybe in the morrow.
It rips our self respect
And drains our peace.
No matter how hard we reject,
Humiliation settles in with ease.
With time it transforms into Anger and Hatred,
Both of which eat us from within.
Science of Humiliation once dictated,
Blindness is humiliations’ kin.
However that doesn’t imply
To allow humiliation in our lives.
Science of Humiliation has a perfect reply:
Revert with Kindness when it arrives.
When someone Humiliates you, the best reply is to be Kind. Kindness makes others angry for they fail in their attempt to get the best of you.
Agree?
Post your thoughts! 🙂
I don’t know if I will resonate
With the world that is out there.
Never thought something this great,
Will redirect us towards care.
21 days have turned into a habit,
Of holding hands through eyes’ stare.
This world which was for exhibit,
Is now under repair.
Struggle will be to value things now.
What’s the worst that can happen?
Now we know somehow.
So much glory yet nature made us bow.
How will I live in a world which appreciates life?
And knows that unity is the key.
Where will I get to see small issues turning into strife?
World 2.0 will be better but will we be?
♦ The day you let pride consume you, the gift that made you will desert you.
In the loudest night amidst cheers,
Shiney lights and beloved dears,
It forsake in form of tears.
Realizing the biggest of fears.
Pride took over,
And stunted the prowess,
And while in hangover,
Revoked was the allowance,
For it no longer deserved to be,
The gift that was bestowed on me.
I see glimmering lights,
Pictures being clicked.
Blissful nights,
And my wave doing tricks.
I see a grand welcome,
And smiles all perfect.
In the presence of loved ones,
An atmosphere just so correct.
I am a hero there,
And they are mine to care for.
After completing the day to day affair,
I came home through the door.
♦️Not all spotlights need a red carpet.
Finally that morning had come.
My eyes knew what they were about to see.
For before going to bed yesterday,
I knew it was meant to be.
It took us years to get together,
Years that felt like centuries.
But this feeling couldn’t get any better.
So many bitter-sweet memories.
Your eyes were just like mine,
Bright and happy and no longer wet.
And therefore this morning is oh so fine,
For there are no Teardrops on my pillow set.
I want to try something here. I urge all my readers to kindly post their understanding from the said lines in the comment section.
Play Fair. 🙂
Just curious and hey, no one can be wrong for that’s the beauty of Poetry.
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.
There are days when I just don’t listen
To anything that is going around.
All I feel is that something is missing,
Something which must be found.
And as I try to end the search,
I simply keep on finding
My own unfinished thoughts
Whose sound has been deafening.
~ If you have ever felt the same, tell me about it.
Almost all the time I see that people work to achieve something. They work hard and in the end either they fail or they feel discontent after reaching said Goal.
This happens because we don’t really think things through. So before you start for your goal, just make sure that you really want it.
फिर से चल पड़ा है तू उस सफर पर
जहा तुझे बस मंज़िल की आस है.
फिर से चल पड़ा है तू उस सफर पर
जहा तुझे बस मंज़िल की आस है.
और फिर से भूल गया है तू,
के रास्तो में ही मिलती जीत या हार है.
किसी और की मंज़िल को तूने अपना समझ
अपने आप को धोका दिया
किसी और की मंज़िल को तूने अपना समझ
अपने आप को धोका दिया
चलने से पहले एक बार तो पूछ लेता,
तूने वही मंज़िल को क्यों चुना?
कामियाब हो तू हर सफर पे
दुआ यही रहेगी मेरी.
कामियाब हो तू हर सफर पे
दुआ यही रहेगी मेरी.
पर उस कमियाबा का क्या लाभ
जहा ख़ुशी नहीं है तेरी.
फिर से चल पड़ा है तू उस सफर पर
जहा तुझे बस मंज़िल की आस है.
निकलने से पहले जरूर पूछ लेना खुद से,
वह क्या है जिसकी तुझे सच में तलाश है.
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.
