No, I haven’t forgotten


Yes, it has been a while since I stopped hiding behind rhymed verses and connected with the world. When I say the world, I also mean Me.

A lot can be said about the year 2020. It started off with so much energy and motivation and goals and dreams but then everything just became that. The whole world became one under attack and has been fighting against this ungodly virus ever since.

We will triumph one day. We always have and we always will.

But enough about the sadness and negativity of 2020. There is plenty of that going around. Let us take a few minutes and realise the good side of 2020. We connected with ourselves and our loved ones. We came home.

Well, not all but yeah many did. I, myself, have not visited my home since last year Oct. It’s been over an year since I saw my family and it is hard tbh. But it is also necessary, for their safety.

Don’t worry, I will power through. I always have and I always will.

While I have been battling this pandemic alone, it would be unfair to recognise the ones who are here. My friends have been by my side since day 1 and we all have become a family here. We take care of each other.

See that is the thing. Humans are good at taking care of others but not of themselves. Maybe it because of evolution, maybe not. Who knows…who cares.

Another who has been standing right next to me and keeping me sane and safe is, you guys! (My blog).

Every time I couldn’t sleep or had rough days, The Poet and the Pen allowed me to vent it all out to a crowd who was listening without even knowing. Thank you for listening.

We write and share and create because this is who we are. We were born to create and not just observe. Every time a Poet pens down a Poem or every time a painter paints out of imagination or every time a cook makes a food from heart or any time any creative person does something which isn’t there in the world, We add something to this long legacy called Humanity.

No, I haven’t forgotten you…Poetry. I love you from the bottom of my heart. Thank you for being with me all this while. I am certain, I would not have been here if it wasn’t for you. This is my letter to you…

Allowing the concealment of virtues and sins

and creating a different world altogether.

World of rhymed lanes and paragraphed cities

where many dwell and become better,

O’Poetry, you jumbled veracity

Love is what I hold for you.

Love, your innate emotion.

Hope you’ll allow me to be with you

and write stories about my stories

in the perfectly stacked lyrical format.

Poetry is to a Poet what air is to a Poet.

Let’s continue walking together.

I believe, we are all given certain gifts and that it is our duty to use that gift for creating a better world. I hope mine is Poetry. I hope you find yours too. One day I hope we all can celebrate the real me and you.

No, I haven’t forgotten you.

That is how it is

So I ask you to tell me the truth once again

and hope that this time you will not falter.

It’s easy. Just don’t pretend

and everything will be better.

There is no choice, is there?

It’s between us and we shall decide.

If you must know, know that I care

and just like truth, care cannot hide.

I know you made a mistake

Yet I choose to be by your side

because that is how it is.

Emotions don’t abide.

My “Silent Words”

Dear Blogosphere,

Today I want to tell the whole world that I am now an Author.

Yes, that’s right.

I have been writing for over 5 years now and always wanted to see my work in the form of a Book. Last year in June’19, I started working towards making this dream come true and dedicated a good 6 months to it.

Today, I don’t have much to say as I am elated and humbled by all the love, support and good wishes that have been bestowed on me by my friends, family and last but not the least, my readers.

Therefore, without any further adieu let me introduce you to my first book, Silent Words.

“Hear and connect with the real you, every whisper will be true.”


Smiling for real



Holding my dream

Here are the details:

Title: Silent Words

Author: Nishant Gang

Publisher: Delhi Poetry Slam

Book available on

i. Amazon:

ii. Instagram:

I hope that you will read this dream of mine and leave your honest reviews and comments on various platforms.

Excited to see what comes next.

– Lots of Love, Nishant


I would love to

A message from one to another. 



And when this all will be over,

Would you take a walk with me?

We shall revisit our favourite places,

Drink lots and lots of coffee.

Crib about calorie intake

while eating a 3 course meal

and share that pudding cake,

Your presence makes me heal.

Talk about our days

and laugh at our old mistakes.

Convey so much without saying,

Let our eyes do the talking.

You pick me up and I shall drop you later,

Hours pass while we discuss silly matters.

And then when this all will be over,

Would you take a walk with me?

I know I would want to

Because I Love You.



Underrated Hero


It starts from the day we come into this world

and after that it lasts forever.

Father is not just a relation

but a journey full of sacrificing endeavours.

We cannot thank you enough, ever.


You never stop watching over us, do you?

My childhood pictures were taken only by you.

In adolescence we walk right next to you, holding your finger

and in teenage, despite wanting to be alone, your watchful eyes linger.

No matter how old we get, you remain our silent singer .


Underneath that tough and quiet exterior

we all know that you are soft hearted just like mom.

Yet your wish to make us better

asks you to take tough calls. How do you do it?

That parent who accepts resentment for his child’s betterment.


Perfect balance of love and lectures, teacher and friend,

at times harsh but always fair,

Father you are hard to comprehend.

I pretend to be like you when I sit on your chair

and feel that overwhelming pressure that you withstand.


No child can ever document their father’s role

because there are some things you just cannot express.

Words too have limitations after all

Unlike my Father’s worry when I am a mess.

Father, the person we fail to call.


All we can say is a Thank You

and we will try to be a bit more like you.

It will be tough but it will be worth it.

Even though we don’t say this enough,

Father, we really really Love You.


You cannot say anything about this one man because he knows you more than you know yourself. He is your Father.

-Nishant, The Son.

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.

Déjà vu

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.

One Day!

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.

Subtle Stories: Rain

It was drizzling and cold winds made the scene just perfect. I was at my friend’s place having a beer and standing on the balcony. My eyes were closed and my face had a smile for I was enjoying a moment in peace.

*Doorbell Rang*

Vivek: Hey, Rushad! Can you get the door please?

*Hi, I am Rushad btw!*

As I opened the door, I met you. You were this beautiful person who had an irritated face. Your hair was wet due to the Rain. You came inside the house and asked me, “Umm… I am sorry, Are you Vivek? I am here to deliver this home made gift basket which was ordered by Vivek Tripathi, House No. 33, Pear Society”

No, I am his Friend. Hi! Vivek is inside. Can I get you anything? Maybe a Towel and a hot cup of coffee, you are completely drenched.

“No, it’s fine thanks.”, You said just before your funny little mind decided to take up on that offer when you saw the rain falling heavily from the balcony.

“On second thoughts… Coffee sounds good, if you don’t mind.”

I still remember that innocent smile of yours.

Vivek was stuck in some meeting which he was attending through Skype so I decided to pay for the Gift basket he had ordered. By this time the rain was pouring down so heavily that there was no way you could have driven a scooty. Keeping in mind your personal space, I decided to make you coffee and stand in the Balcony while you were sitting in the living room chair, overlooking the balcony.

*Confinement makes you talkative, doesn’t it?*

“So… You are?”

I am Rushad, Vivek’s friend who is also stuck due to rain. (Smiles on both sides due to “also”)

*I will never forget the conversation we had after that*

“You know… Rain is like so weird, while falling it looks amazing but once it mixes with the mud of our cities, Yuck! And for people in their homes looking from the balcony it’s so pretty (I laughed softly as I was one of them) and for those who have to roam around the city to earn a living it’s kindly tacky (She laughed softly as she was one of them).”

You make gift baskets? Or, do you work for some company that delivers online ordered stuff, like Flipkart or Amazon?

“So basically, I have a small shop in the city where I make these gift baskets. People can either buy them from there or order online. Usually I have a few people to help me out with the deliveries but thanks to Rain I had to come all the way here to deliver this package.”

You could have come tomorrow as well, why today in the rain?

“I am very passionate and professional about my Business and on date delivery is vital to it.”

*The way you spoke about your work reflected your love for it. You were so zealous and driven. I loved that quality of yours.*

“What about you?”

I am an Engineer, one of many, who came here to catch up with an old buddy before leaving the city. You see very soon I will be going to another place and start off again and this Vivek is my best friend in the world so I decided to spend some time with him before I leave.

“Oh, I see. Happy?”

Oh yeah, very. I like change and I wanted this particular one a lot. I am giving up my career in the corporate world to Pursue a career in travelling and writing. I love doing both.

“Woah! That requires a lot of guts and dedication.”

I guess so.

*Then something happened, I never thought would.*

“Wait… Rushad, right?… Are you Rushad Roy of Transient Writings?”


“Oh my god! I am so addicted to your site. I never thought I’ll get to meet you.”

Haha, thanks but it’s nothing. I just write some lines along with a few pictures that I click.

“Okay to you it may just be a site but for many like me it is a page where we find happiness, meaning, fun and tbh a little bit of Jealousy from your amazing travel pictures.”

Well, it is always amazing to hear such words from someone else about my work.

*Vivek walked into the living room.*

Vivek: Oh hey, is this the Gift Basket?


Vivek: Great timing yaar. I ordered it for this amazingly stupid brother of mine, Rushad.


Vivek: Yes, this is your going away gift you idiot. I will not miss you at all and I really won’t miss travelling with you.

*Vivek had tears in his eyes for you see we have been in touch for over 16 years now and it was difficult to process this change*

I will miss you a lot brother and Thank You for such a wonderful gift. I love it.

*We hugged each other and shared a moment of brotherhood.*

I guess I should also thank you… Oh dear, How stupid of me, I didn’t even ask your name. Miss?


Thank you Maanvi.

*Rain, I have always failed to understand Rain. I stopped just at that very moment.*

Both You and I decided to start for our respective destinations but thanks to Rain, Uber and Ola were of no use.

“So… if you are looking for a ride, can I drop Mr. Rushad Roy to the Metro?”

Umm.. If it is not too much trouble, sure.

*7 Years into the future, date: 30-Aug-2027.*

A letter came to our doorstep. It said:

We are pleased to inform you that you have been invited to Harvard School of Business as a guest lecturer on Entrepreneurship.

We would be honoured if You (Maanvi Roy) would accept this invitation.

Looking forward to hearing from you.

I placed that letter into a gift basket I tried to make and came running to you, Maanvi.

I remember how we met and I am forever grateful to that day’s Rain for bringing you in my life.