Tales of woe

 

After months of hard work didn’t bear fruit, he seemed despondent.

She too had nothing absolute, life seemed dishonest

but somehow they ended up across the same table,

as they say unstable finds unstable.

 

One had everything and aspired for more,

the other had nothing and wanted just a little.

Tales of woe were exchanged

and both realised, Life is a pickle.

 

She saw a guy with success, still not giving up on betterment.

He saw a girl with nothing to start yet, not ready for a settlement.

But none spoke it out loud and shared a thankful smile.

They got what they needed, at least for a while.

 

♦ Sometimes when two broken pieces meet they somehow fix each other with their shattered pieces.

Can I?

 

Often in the evening strolls

a realisation sneaks up

which recalls something really tough.

Should I continue or give up?

The stigma of latter can be rough

but what if I am fed up?

Nothing will ever be enough.

Characterisation has made it hard to give up

even on something which makes me miserable.

So I started to bluff to myself…

The worst kind of gamble.

 

Please don’t berate me for leaving now.

I tried but couldn’t finish somehow.

Only a human, I am.

I wish I had a backspace key now.

Regardless of what they say,

What they say does matter.

Let me find a better way,

Allow me to choose the latter.

I shall come back better,

I shall come back brighter,

I will feel honest and lighter.

Giving up does not make me any less of a fighter.

 

 

If something makes you miserable, there is no shame in giving it up. Giving up to try something new is actually a sign of bravery.

-Nishant, The Poet and the Pen.

Old strings new tunes

In the deepest corner of my room

6 old strings stood from distant past.

It wasn’t an accident that I discovered

Something which was already there since the start.

Many fond memories ran like a reel

Inside the projector of my heart

And then suddenly I started to feel

As if a sin had been committed on my part.

Old tunes stopped and strings never reverberated

Because I gave up on them,

Fallacy got me distracted.

I gave up on them.

Music was lost after a while

And I had to fill that void with noise.

We never love something which is not our style

6 old strings were my choice.

But now I am back and they are still there

Waiting to be played.

With old strings and new tunes I today declare

Resumption of my parade.

Even in the loudest nights now,

My tunes shall not fade.

We always return to the place we belong. We always find the things which are meant for us. Even though we walk away from them, life gets us back to them and it is at that moment when we realise that it was all meant to be.

Nishant, The Poet and the Pen

Dear Ghost of Past

You never leave, do you?

And just stay somewhere out there.

Your presence becomes weak with time

But you don’t leave.

Thank you for not leaving

And reminding me of the gone.

Because of you, Dear Ghost of Past, I never stopped believing.

Stay with me until my work is done.

Subtle Stories: Journey Uphill

It’s decided then, said Sakshi, this saturday we all are going to Kheerganga. Naren, who desperately needed a break from the hoo ha of life, finally had his breaking point after a dreadful week at the office.

Naren was part of his company’s most expensive project. He was responsible for its smooth operation when it was under feasibility stage and also brought down the operating cost by a huge margin. Despite that he was overlooked for promotion.

Saturday came and Naren, Sakshi and Jashan boarded a bus to Kasol as decided. Jashan who is Naren’s best friend sat right next to him for he knew Naren was heartbroken.

“It happens Naren. This trip will help you in ways more than one.” said Jashan smilingly.

They keep going for such adventures as they love the feeling. Kheerganga trek has 3 paths to the top. Our heroes being the adventure junkies they are, took the most difficult one.

Naren is a silent trekker for he enjoys the peace of nature. As they were climbing he kept looking back at the mountain base as it kept getting tinier with every step. After a lot of slips and falls, they reached the top.

It was beautiful. On one side was a valley surrounded by mountains and on the other was a green plain field. Sunset was mesmerizing and sound of the water falling from a nearby fall echoed peace.

“That’s life.”, said Jashan. “When you take a step back and look things broadly, you realise that most of your miseries are benign. In the end when you reach at the top, all those failures and hardship goes away and only happiness echoes”.

Feather

 

Being a guide who shows path,

It’s ironic I am lost today.

But I cannot tell anyone,

Because they look up to me for a way.

 

Everything was perfect and I had my aim,

But then a gush of wind came by and it changed.

I was no longer the same.

And fell from the sky, estranged.

 

While I fell, I was watched by many.

In my misery they found harmony.

I have been grounded ever since,

But my fate changed the fate of eternity.

 

Those who laughed, depend on me today.

With ink, I carve their life’s way.

Yesterday’s fallen will now tell tomorrow what to say.

History is now what I sway.

 

~ A historians Pen.