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

 

Once upon a time…

 

Every day is a start.

It’s up to us to decide the one

Which will play the cardinal part

To a story which has begun.

 

Or maybe we can have two stories,

With one start and two endings.

Every story embodies,

So many characters who are pretending.

 

One life is lead by each

Yet many versions of it are later preached.

Same characters but with different speech,

Oh wait, no story remains unbreached.

 

Start is one but point is different.

Ending for them is when we choose not to understand.

Your story you may not understand,

Because Once upon a time is perceived, not planned.

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.