A little while back

With steps, I realise that my pace has changed.

Stomping is harder now for my shoulder feels heavy

and eyes which used to see straight, looks down.

Even the shadow seems weary.

Yet, I never felt this burden until now

and only saw it when I did.

A little while back it was easy somehow

but now I must admit, I am growing up.

So should I be happy or should I be upset?

Answer is probably neither

for you see, even though my soles are wearing off,

My Soul is definitely a bit wiser.

What would you have me say?

There comes a time when the brook’s flow diminishes,

Sun’s light gets obstructed, we falter on our wishes.

Source of smile pokes like a thorn and stability just decreases.

Magic seizes to happen and inspiration besieges.

What would you have me say then?

I would prefer some silence

For it will break again when

The flow gets restored.

Music of Words

I closed my eyes and allowed it to pass,

pass those long held emotions

which were making my heart heavy

and a lesser version of myself.

What I saw was a Piano

whose notes did my bidding

and sounded my voice.

It felt like winning.

I never stopped and kept on arranging

a work which I didn’t plan but just did.

I saw anger leave my body and felt the absence of aching.

Sound of music which made me lose

the reality which was around

Is something I would choose

every time I wish to be found.

But when I opened my eyes I saw this poem

and the lights on my keyboard where all bright.

Here I was thinking that I was creating music

while I was simply jotting down some words.

I was correct to think that

because Poetry is the music of words.

A Legend’s Legacy

At the end of this path

turn around and look back.

You shall see a warpath

and a part of your legacy.

You will one day walk far away

and some kid will try to reach to you.

On that day, hope that your legacy convey

to not follow your path but to walk on one’s own way

and that you shall greet the kid when he does reach

and hope that the kid goes farther away

then you ever did.

A legend’s legacy.

Want to hear me recite this one? Comment below 🙂

Speak, I’ll listen

Today, I won’t speak but would like you to. You have a listener in me. Speak, I’ll listen.

 

Sanguine words fall on deaf ears

when the listener is tired.

Sometimes it’s better to just hear

the person who is haywire.

Often the solution comes

from a one sided conversation

because answers are already there on the tongue

and there is a perfect time for revelation.

 

Ever noticed how a child sleeps,

after a good long cry?

That child is grown up now

and has been devoid of a good cry.

Be patient just like a parent

and allow the flow of resentment

because a warped heart cannot ever see the present.

Speak my friend until you are content.

 

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.”

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Smiling for real

 

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Holding my dream

Here are the details:

Title: Silent Words

Author: Nishant Gang

Publisher: Delhi Poetry Slam

Book available on

i. Amazon: www.amazon.in/dp/8194478545

ii. Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/the_solo_gang/

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

 

And just like that…

Plans never end,

Dreams never stop changing.

There is always something to attend

And Earth keeps revolving.

And then one day,

Just like that…

It all stops

When that line goes flat.

But before it does,

Stroll through your days with a smile.

Let it last for a while.

Occasionally tears will drop by

But that’s okay.

Tears eventually dry.

And just like that… life goes by.

Crack in the Roof

 

Farthest corners have been held

for far too long now.

That roof is cracking

and there is so much snow.

Long held, water is dripping now

damping everything I know.

During sunlight of the summer

I barely feel the trouble

but now that I am cold,

the collapse seems inevitable.

But this is my home

and I shall go down with it, if need be.

Until then I’ll fix those cracks

which only the house owner can see.

An incomplete story

What remains are the ones which are incomplete.

Absence of closure keeps them at the back of our mind

where we invent our own little skit

and keep rewriting them in the hope to find

something which will just fit.

Soon we forget the previous story

because a new one starts to take shape.

Congratulations on creating another incomplete story

where one day we shall come back for an escape.

The Silent Stranger

 

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He sat alone, all quiet and calm,
Hat on his head and a coat in his arm.
Watched the fields as they passed by,
The fellow traveller seemed a bit shy.

Drank tea as he read the news,
What happened next inspired his muse.
Widened eyes started looking at the door,
The watch in his pocket said, "Five O-Four".

Hustled as the train suddenly stopped,
Never did he notice the paper he dropped,
With tears in his eyes, he left the train,
Silently the stranger vanished in the rain...

I told the conductor about the gentleman who left,
He said "No Sir, perhaps you dreamt as you slept".
Suddenly he asked about my seat,
I said 2-B, the luxury suite.

He started shaking as he told me a story,
An army man and all about his glory,
Described the man who wore that hat 
Legend has it, it was a ghost I had met...

Silently the stranger vanished in the rain,
Little did I know I was witnessing a past pain.
Later as I got off, I looked at my seat,
The silent stranger was back, the past started to repeat.


- The Silent Stranger