We need it

 

It was raining that night.

Sky didn’t have stars

but my eyes were bright

for they had been seeking something.

It was after a long battle,

not of swords but of emotions.

While the face didn’t show, Heart was rattled

and the ability to stand was under erosion.

But then it happened unexpectedly,

I got what I was searching for.

For a while time stopped happily,

It was a hug that I had longed for.

250: Thank You

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.

कुछ लोग

Caring has many forms.

 

 

उन्होंने सोचा यह संभाल नहीं पायेगा,
अकेला दर्द उठा नहीं पायेगा,
ज्यादा दूर चल नहीं पायेगा,
हार के वापिस यही आएगा.

आंसू उसके कमजोर लगे,
समझने वाले भी समझ न सके,
बिना कोई बात कहे,
चल दिए सब अपने रास्ते.

अरे वह तो उनमें से था जो सबको संभालता था,
रोके भी हार नहीं मानता था.
हमेशा अपनों का साथ देता था,
खुद बुरा बनके अपनों को समझा लेता था.

उसकी तो राह हमेशा से ही अलग थी,
जिसमें उसने खुद संघर्ष लिखी थी,
सच्चे दिल को समझ सके ऐसी किसकी समझ थी?
वह खुद था अपने साथ, उसे किसकी कमी थी?

वह रोया जरूर पर वापिस नहीं आया.
अपना रास्ता उसने फिरसे बनाया.
जब जब जरुरत पड़ी उसने दुसरो का समझाया,
और चलता रहा चुप चाप जैसे की कोई साया