The Awesome Blogger Award

Thank you, Anisha for nominating me for this award post. Anisha, is a creative outlaw in own herself, please show some love & do visit her. >

https://crazienerds.wordpress.com/

Rules:

  • Thank the person who nominated you
  • Tag the post with #awesomebloggeraward
  • Answer the questions you were asked
  • Nominate at least 5 bloggers & inform them of their nomination
  • Give them 10 new questions to answer
Let’s begin, shall we? 😉

Questions asked to me:

Q1 Do you believe in spirituality?

Ans: No, I personally dislike the way spirituality is commercialized these days. I believe in humanity more than spirituality. If I can comfort a troubled soul in anyway then that’s the most spiritually satisfying thing for me. That being said I don’t judge or dislike anyone who indulges in spiritual activities, I respect their faith & outlook towards it.

Q2 Are you into gardening?

Ans: Sadly there isn’t a garden in my current house but yes I’ve always believed that nature inspires the poet within us, in its own mystic ways. As a kid I used to help my grandfather plant roses & there I learnt the lesson, that a person’s beauty just like the rose, can blossom even amidst the life’s deadly thorns.

Q3 Share the picture of any DIY project you’ve done, if any.

Ans: In my teenage days, the doors of our kitchen & living room were being changed and the carpenter got a piece of inferior wood my parents were furious & were about to dispose it off but I used the carpenter’s saw during his lunchtime, painted the sides & ended up making a rectangular pin-up board.

Q4 Share the best-loved post from your blog, with link.

Ans: Broken Wings – I wrote it, the night I had to spend at a bus stand in blistering cold. I palpably felt the wings of my hopes & dreams break within me, that night. It was my poetic prayer that streamed through my shattered soul that night. Link: https://writingrhymes.wordpress.com/2018/06/23/broken-wings/

Q5 Is there any other art form you’re familiar with, other than blogging? If yes, what is it?

Ans: I tried to draw a phoenix once for my very first blog post but ended up making a creature that looked like a drunk ostrich that’s when I realized that I wasn’t meant to be an artist with paint brush. However, off late I’m learning how to cook some exotic recipes (if that sounds creative) with an earnest intention of not witnessing my mother turn into Thanos (because of the mess I make in her kitchen while cooking).

Q6 Which is the most used application in your phone?

Ans: A close tie between Instagram & Whatsapp.

Q7 What’s the longest time you’ve slept so far, at a stretch?

Ans: Once I hadn’t slept for like 48 hours so when I crashed & burnt on my bed I ended up sleeping for 13 hours. Haters may call me lazy but that’s close the average sleeping hours of a lion & in the immortal words of Zlatan Ibramhimovic – “Lions don’t compare themselves to humans”. Lol xD

“Lions don’t compare themselves to humans”

Q8) Do you prefer reading short or long blog posts?

Ans: The number of words doesn’t matter to me, what matters is the content that a post has. I am equally impressed with a hard-hitting short yet intense post as I am with a long detailed & meaningful post.

Q9) Do you volunteer? Online or offline?

Ans: I volunteer to assist other new bloggers to build & grow their blog in their own unique ways. I try to connect with them via Instagram, email, fb & sometimes meeting them in person.

Q10) Was there a turning point in your life?

Ans: There were 2 contrasting turning points in my life 1) When my dad passed away due to cancer. I guess that day a part of me died within me as I aimed to transform myself from a callous child into a silent warrior. 2) The day I got my first 500 followers on WordPress. That was the day when from a ‘nobody’ I felt like ‘somebody’.

If you’ve reached this far then you’ve earned my sincere respect. ❤

My Nominees:

However, anyone who is reading this post is awesome in their own respect so please feel free to nominate yourself for this award post by answering my questions that are down below:

My Questions: 

Q1 ) A memory that is closest to your heart & what did it make you feel like in that moment?
Q2) What is your definition of happiness?
Q3) Tell 5 words that best describe you.
Q4) Tell me about a funny incident from your life that to this day makes you laugh & smile?
Q5) What’s your secret talent/skill that other people might not be aware of?
Q6) What’s your all favorite dish?
Q7) What is your dream in life, what is it that you truly aspire?
Q8) What would be your advice to new/ fellow bloggers?
Q9) What are your future posts going to be about or what would be the themes/ genres of your upcoming posts?
Q10) An honest piece of advice/ suggestion that you’d like to share with me, which would help me learn & grow as a blogger?

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The Underdog’s Fight Song

I see a wounded underdog cry at night
For his traumas scream in his sleep.
If only you could witness his nightmares take flight
Perhaps you’d join him for a weep.

His demons like crouched tigers corner him in the dark
& the silent suffer, has his back against the wall.
His fears rage a storm in his heart
As he breaks, his soul begins to crumble & fall.

The endless expectations crush his shoulder
As failure rapes his confidence from within.
The madness of the moment rattles his composure
While his insecurities slither wildly underneath his skin.

Victimized by his fiendish fate’s violence
He lays vulnerably, in a pool of bloody memories & tears.
Yet the underdog licks his wounds in silence
With an earnest urge to conquer his fears.

His head bleeds but remains unbowed
As he slowly crawls up back on his feet.
With a spirit of redemption, he roars aloud
For the underdog knows, he wasn’t born to accept defeat.

His scars bleed songs of glory
As a metamorphosis is palpably visible in his eyes.
Perhaps someday, people will know his story
But for now, the warrior in him begins to rise.

The serendipity of this agony seems surreal
While towards a war, his pride makes him march on.
Against his demons, he may bleed, but he’ll never kneel
Because till his last breath, he’ll sing his fight song.

 

Note: There have been countless instances when I’ve had my back to the wall & the odds were stacked against me while I constantly found myself trying to justify & rediscover my true capabilities in life as an underdog. This poem is dedicated to everyone who at some point in their lives felt like an underdog. As an underdog we sometimes fail, the level of expectations of other loved ones seems unreal & we are often plagued by our fears but it’s precisely at this juncture that I want you to believe in your potential even when things don’t seem right. Please always take a stand to protect your pride, honor & dreams because “I failed” is more honorable than “I quit”. Hail & embrace the determination of the underdog that breathes with you! ❤ 

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Liebster Award

Thank you, Laura, for considering me worthy of your nomination. She truly is an amazing blogger & I would request readers/ fellow bloggers to show some love to Laura by visiting her blog >>> https://lotuslaura.com/

Rules:
Thank the blogger who nominated you, and provide a link to their blog.
Share 11 facts about yourself.
Answer the 11 questions given to you.
Nominate 5-11 other bloggers.
Ask your nominees 11 questions.
Notify your nominees once you have uploaded your post.

I hope, I’m capable of making you folks smile with my answers & facts about me!
Facts:
1) I’m not a morning person, I’m a night bloomer who enjoys the tranquility of the night’s dark splendor rather than the chaos that unfurls during the day.
2) I’m at cold war with my neighbor. He gives me headaches with the creepy noises he makes at night & I never miss out on any given opportunity irritate him … & I guess we are destined to be caught up in this twisted romance forever (talk about couple goals xD). I wouldn’t say I hate that guy because hate is a very strong negative word, but let’s just say I wouldn’t want to shake hands with him ( based on the noises he makes God knows what he uses his hands for all night).
3) My life is decorated with embarrassing moments. For instance: I was to start off with my kindergarten & my dad said to me sharing is caring, next day.. my on my very 1st day in kindergarten I tore my 20 bucks note, straight in half to help a friend of mine with 10 bucks. xD
4) I’m a ferocious foodie. Being the peace-loving guy, that I am you can cuss me all you want I’d still smile & ignore that but DON’T YOU DARE take anything from my plate… If you do, then we are officially at war. (because sharing is caring, can lead to bad experiences.)
5) I’m a vegetarian. You guys can have my share of meat-related food.
6) Work like a beggar, celebrate like a king. I come from humble financial beginnings so from the very start of my career I’ve worked as if my survival depends on it but once I’m out of office, on a vacation or at some party… Then my celebrations are grander than my haters’ most extravagant fantasies.
7) I tend to overthink, perhaps the side-effects of being a dreamer, I guess.
8) I have trust issues at times, so I prefer to be an enigma, rather than an open book to others.
9) I respect my mother the most. Her sacrifices, her unconditional love & her overall patience to tolerate a highly lazy individual like me is truly divine. A family friend once said to my mum “Control Sid, he’s turning into a delusional poet…” Her instant reply was “You should probably focus on stopping your son from doing his exotic pole dance videos on TikTok, rather than worry about Sid.” I was absolutely gobsmacked witnessing my mother’s savage side.
10) My helplessness has always contributed in a positive way towards my evolution. Being a very shy & reserve kid my 5th grade English scolded my mother once saying that I’m emotionally dead from within & that I’ll never master English. That incident made me want to master English more than I wanted to breathe at that point in time.
11) I spend hours talking to fellow bloggers & learning from them as to how I can improve as a blogger.

Q&A:

What’s your favorite season/why? – Winter. I find it very pleasant & peaceful.
What do you eat for breakfast? – Mainly fruits & sandwich, but if my mother is in a pleasant mood then I’m blessed with some burger or pasta lol
What is a fun childhood memory you have? – Spending time with my parents, listening to stories from my mother & learning from my dad, that strong moral values matter the most in life.
Where do you think you’ll be in ten years? – I like to live in the moment rather than plan for the future so I barely know what I’ll end up doing in the next 10 minutes let alone 10 years from now. But hopefully, wherever I am in life, I hope to be regarded as a good human being, who is capable of creating smiles for others.
What’s your favorite drink? – Coffee
What is a mythological figure you like and why? – I’m not a religious person but in the Indian mythology I like Shiva – The Destroyer the most there are so many aspects about him that are covered in the form of folktales & ancient Indian legends. I like him the most because I honestly find him a blooming universe of creativity in his own respect.
What type of books do you like? – Fiction & poetry as they give wings to my mind to fly & imagine things.
What are some things that come naturally to you? – writing, sarcasm & laziness
Are you an introvert or an extrovert? – I’m an introvert… a quiet man holding within a million mysteries.
What’s your last google search? – Quotes by John Keats
What’s your favorite flower? – Rose, the beauty that blossoms amidst the thorns.

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You’ve earned my sincere respect if you’ve read my facts & answers till this far.
My Questions:

Q1) What’s the one word that describes you the best?
Q2) Who are some of your most favorite writers?
Q3) Tell me about one of the most memorable moments of your life.
Q4) What’s your outlook/ motto in life?
Q5) A thing that you aim to convey through your blog?
Q6) What makes you truly happy in life?
Q7) What all are you doing in this lockdown phase to keep up the positive vibes?
Q8) Name one of your all-time favorite movies & why do you enjoy it so much?
Q9) One aspect of your life that you intend to improve upon?
Q10) If you could have a superpower then what would it be & why?
Q11) What do you like the most about my blog/writings & any suggestions for me to improve as a blogger?
My Nominees:

  1. Queenie
  2. Leslie
  3. Ameet
  4. Poornima
  5. Kate
  6. Jai Lynn
  7. Kaylen
  8. The Bold Girl
  9. Ritika
  10. Shivani
  11. Words Monsters Me

Others who are interested are more than welcomed to answer my questions & participate as well.

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Maa, Do You Remember?

You nurtured me in your womb
& till this day you keep me in your heart.
Though most of the times I stay in my room
But our intertwined heartbeats, shall never part.

Today, before the crack of dawn
I want to say how much I care.
Sitting in my room for you I wrote this song
Hoping some old memories together we can share.

Maa, do you remember? How lullabies, you used to sing
& upon hearing them, how I used to rejoice?
Even with limited resources, you made me feel like a king
Whenever you blessed me with your priceless voice.

Maa, do you remember? How you used to hold my hand
& how I used to see the emotions in your eye?
For even as a kid I used to understand
Your silent pain, whenever a dream of yours used to die.

Maa, do you remember? A random depressing night?
When we were haunted by our nightmares?
You used to say everything’s going to be alright
While you mentioned my name in all your prayers.

Perhaps you’d forgotten all this being so selflessly true
While walking on broken glass, as life’s been hostile.
But Maa, I’ll never forget all that you’ve been through
& now I just want to see you, always smile.

Note: As the wheel of time carelessly moves on, mothers often forget their acts of kindness towards their kids… They don’t aspire a batch of honor… the smile of their child means the world to them, but I feel we should address & be grateful to our mothers, for all that they’ve done for us. I know for a fact that I will never be capable of repaying her for all that she has done for me, but I wrote this poem to express, appreciate & acknowledge the divinity of her selfless love towards me. Happy Mother’s Day to mothers across the globe. ❤      

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The strongest warrior isn’t a people who carries dreadful weapons… The strongest warrior, is a mother who is determined to sustain & protect the smile of her child. That’s how my mother protected me when I was born. 

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She Loves Broken Things

As the moon malevolently beams
My nightmares blossom like roses during springs.
But tonight, I hope to meet her in my dreams
For, I’ve heard, she loves broken things.

I’ve heard, in her eyes burn countless constellations
While that winged seraph plays her harp’s strings.
Hopefully, she’ll quell my horror laden hallucinations
For, I’ve heard, she loves broken things.

I’ve heard, her voice calms the restless oceans
& she out carols all the nightingales when she sings.
Perhaps with a lullaby, she’ll soothe my raging emotions
For, I’ve heard, she loves broken things.

I’ve heard, with her humble divine grace
She wraps dysfunctional tragedies in her wings.
Perhaps she’ll wipe the tears too, from my face
For, I’ve heard, she loves broken things.

I’m broken but I consider myself blessed
For some ruins, hold treasures more than the wealthiest of kings
& I’ll outpour my hidden treasures on her heavenly breast
For, I’ve heard, she loves broken things.

To satisfy her abstract compassionate art
With my last breath, I surrender somethings.
I give her my shattered soul, my broken heart;
& perhaps with love, she’ll mend those broken things.

Note: At various junctures of life I’ve often felt ruined beyond repair, this poem is dedicated to people who have often felt broken due to various reasons in their life. In this poem, ‘Broken Things’ is a metaphor for emotionally broken people. Just like mystic treasures are often hidden in ruins similarly divine emotions are hidden within broken people, & if you value a broken person he/she will subliminally pour out his/her heart for you. So if you ever come across a broken person then don’t be judgmental about their past & don’t mock at their scars. Be compassionate & see their scars as spaces that you can fill with your kindness & understanding. For, there is no greater joy than making a broken person feel complete once again. ❤ 

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Quote: Don’t Cry

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Note: As a small kid I had this fear of losing the people I love… Gradually, people left, but that childhood fear didn’t. There were countless instances of people (whom I cared for) chose to abandon me. I guess as they say the saddest thing about such betrayals is that they never come from an enemy. Being wrapped in such emotional insecurities, I realized the importance of being the prophet of my own happiness. Don’t let your happiness be dependent on someone else & don’t shed tears for someone who destroyed the sparkle of your smile. Never compromise on your lovely smile because of anyone or anything. You do matter! ❤   


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Letter To Future Self (2020)

Dear Future Self,

Today I subliminally break overwhelmed with emotions, burning with a sole desire that perhaps… someday, you’ll use these words to mend your shattered soul.

Others may see you as a walking enigma, they may judge & mock your emotional scars. You may encounter people who’ll curl themselves as sugar-coated parasites when you’ll extend your helping hand to them. There will be people who’ll call you as their inspiration but instead, they’d be the first ones to turn their backs on you, walking away ignoring your tear-stained face. Some people who believe in you, would perhaps unknowingly break you with the weight of their expectations. Your heart may bleed, being impaled with your endless insecurities, while descending in darkness. You might feel like a hopeless loser sometimes.

Dear future self, life is inevitably depressing sometimes, but learn to wear your emotional scars with pride. Your scars are proof that you had bled, but at the same time, you survived. Regardless of how fake the other person might be, always unflinchingly extend a helping hand. For sandalwood doesn’t allow the nearby venomous snakes to corrupt the goodness of its fragrance.

Several years ago, keeping responsibility as your psychological fundamental you chose to be the iceberg that wouldn’t melt in the heat of the moment. Keeping compassion as your guiding principle you chose to be the shield that’ll protect your loved ones from the sinful spears of life. If your heart cries & bleeds in darkness, make sure to use your blood & tears to write a poem that makes others smile with a sense of hope. Your existence will always be defined by the decisions you make… So always have the integrity, to be understanding & dependable…

Lastly never forget, that perhaps you were scarred with dark tormenting nightmares so that you heal others with the light of your poetic dreams. Perhaps you were blessed with hate so that you understand the value of love. Perhaps sometimes you feel lost as a hopeless loser so that you discover the rampant warrior within you!

Yours Truly,
Present Self
(as on 12.04.2020)

Note: Today is my birthday & amidst the rapture of the glorious well wishes I found a few minutes of silence to pen down these thoughts. I have always seen myself obsessed with an aspiration to learn & grow, but yes I’m a human being; I am bound to fail & fall. It’s at such depressing junctures of life, that I hope my words would remind me what I truly believe in.  

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PS: The below video shows how my love for cakes, overshadowed my fear of the Coronavirus. Lol > 

 

Liebster Award

Thank you, Anonymously Hal for nominating me! She’s a wonderful writer whose like a rebel without any rules & that’s what I really appreciate in her writings. Please do visit her blog & read some of her writings, I’m sure you’ll like them: https://anonymouslyhal.wordpress.com/

Rules

1. Thank the blogger(s) who nominated you.
2. Share 11 facts about yourself.
3. Answer the 11 questions the blogger(s) asked you.
4. Nominate 11 bloggers and make them happy!
5. Think 11 questions and ask them to your nominees.
6. Notify your 11 nominees.

Facts:

1. I love interacting with poets, bloggers & artists. By interacting with them, I get to learn so much & this helps me to elevate my own creative horizon.
2. I’m blessed with the titles of Prince of Darkness & Poetic Psychopath, which often make me feel as if I’m a product of a lovemaking session between Lord Voldemort & Shakespeare, lol. However, In reality, I’m a very reserved, harmless & emotional person.
3. You’ve ever seen the quiet weirdo who prefers staying in a corner, entranced in his own thought. That’s probably the kind of person I am socially around people. I may appear as a lively chatterbox, but I’m more of an introvert in real life.
4. I went through depression to the point, that at one stage I was suicidal. That’s the reason why most of my past poems are dark & melancholic. However, I’ve learned to survive with a smile now & certainly not suicidal anymore. ❤
5. I’m not a morning person. I stay up till late night as I enjoy the darkness & the tranquility that accompanies it.
6. I absolutely love to collaborate with bloggers/poets, although I can’t say if my fellow collaborators always carry the same sentiment about me.
7. I’m a sapiosexual. It’s always the thoughts & the overall personality of a female that captivates me, rather than her physical traits.
8. I loathe fake people. I always respect an honest hard truth rather than artificial sugar-coated lies.
9. I love cakes! If you are close to me I’d probably give you one of my kidneys but I sure as hell won’t share my cake with you, because according to me underwears & cakes aren’t meant to be shared with others.
10. I have certain personal rules that I follow while writing a poem, like a poem should have a constant rhyme, the emotions should be uncensored & in a line, there shouldn’t more than 11 words.
11. I create memes every now and then.

The 11 questions that were asked to me are as follows (along with the answers):

Q1. What is your favorite food?
Ans 1. Anything vegetarian, for which I don’t have to pay. lol!

Q2. What country are you from?
Ans 2. I know I am annoying at times, so please don’t send goons to kidnap me lol, just kidding. I’m from India, the country that’s blessed with diverse culture & also the country turns into some sort of a microwave during summers (due to the immense heat). 
Q3. What’re your favorite movies?
Ans 3. The Pursuit Of Happiness, A Walk To Remember, 3 Idiots, The Joker… To name a few.

Q4. If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be?
Ans 4. Why would anyone like to ruin the perfection I contain within me lol. On the serious note, I have my flaws, but I embrace them rather than despise them. For it’s these glorious imperfections that make us all a limited edition in our own right! 😉

Q5. What is your profession?
Ans 5. A banker by profession, poet by heart.

Q6. Biggest regret in life?
Ans 6. There are a lot of things I regret, but perhaps not being able to help my dad reduce his financial troubles while I was in college… That is something that I regret the most in life.

Q7. Favorite word?
Ans 7. “Perhaps” as it leads to so many poetic paradigms.

Q8. Why do you follow my blog?
Ans 8. Because I love the honesty of your thoughts, the intensity of your emotions & the flamboyant flair that you possess as a writer.

Q9. Who’s your role model?
Ans 9. I appreciate some people, but I don’t consider anyone as my role model, because I feel trying to be like someone would be a waste of the original me.

Q10. If you were an ice cream flavor what would you be?
Ans 10. Chocolate, as it sinfully delights most of the people. xD

Q11. Do you believe in an afterlife?
Ans 11. No, I live in the moment. I don’t believe in Karma either because I feel it may affect the decision that I may otherwise take based on my logic & reasoning. For example: If I see a cake, I pounce on it, regardless of the consequences lol.

My questions for my nominees:
Q1 What’s your most decorated aspiration in life & why?
Q2 Apart from being a magnificent blogger, what other hobbies that you have?
Q3 What’s your outlook towards blogging, as what do you see it as?
Q4 What are your fundamental principles in life?
Q5 What are the things/activities that provide peace to you?
Q6 What is your dream destination & why does it captivate you so much?
Q7 What’s your happiest moment in life that you still cherish?
Q8 Could you name some of the blogs that you enjoy reading on WordPress?
Q9 If you could have a superpower what would it be & why?
Q10 What are your key personal goals for your blog?
Q11 What aspect(s) of my writing skills/ blog appeals to you the most?

My Nominees are as follows:

Vincent
Arbie
Messedwordly
Geetha
Diksha
Anurika
Shantanu Baruh
Joni
Queenie
Kritika
Lia

Other bloggers/readers are free to nominate themselves for the Liebster Award as well. 🙂

Note: Based on my personal experiences in the past, I’ve always felt it’s better to be an enigma that others wonder rather than an open book that people can easily understand. I know my last poem made some of my readers cry, I sincerely apologize for that. Making you cry was certainly not my intention but instead, it was more like something that I needed to get off my chest. With that all being said, with this post I have tried to entertain you, with a desire to hopefully make you smile by revealing a bit about who I truly am as a person. Thank you again, Anonymously Hal; for considering me worthy of this recognition.

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because every individual is a bundle of stories & I’d like to know you better. 🙂

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I Wish…

Behind the comfort of my locked door
Tonight, your memory sparkles in my tears.
The agony of your absence, I can’t handle anymore
As I helplessly drown in my fears.

None of your haunting horrors, you had revealed
None of your nightmares, you shared.
Behind fake smiles, countless tears were concealed
Perhaps as you felt no one truly cared.

You quietly suffered maintaining your composure
& often walked alone, the depressing long mile.
I wish… I could’ve taken the load off your shoulder
& walked with you, to hopefully see you smile.

You selflessly sacrificed yourself in life’s battlefield
As you protected me from every sadness.
I wish… I could’ve been your shield
That saved you from all that madness.

Fangs of regret now pierce my neck
As vividly the visions appear of that depressing day
Vulnerably, I shrink like an emotional wreck
Recalling these words to you, that I couldn’t say.

I try to help others, believe me, dad I try
& I think of you, whenever my heart cries.
But I’ve immortalized you in my soul’s inward eye
So carrying your legacy, like a phoenix, now I rise.

Beyond the tangents of time & space
Someday, somewhere, I shall meet you.
I wish… to wipe your tears from your face
As together we’ll smile, while life shall blossom anew.

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Notepad: As a child, when I was sitting on my dad’s back I truly felt like the king of the world & that nothing could ever harm me. Such was the charisma of my dad, he didn’t give dreamy illusions; instead, with his limited resources he quietly was the architect of my dreams. Despite our financial crisis, he ensured that there wasn’t a single thing on which I felt deprived of. He was not just my dad, he was my guardian angel. Almost 6 years ago he was terminally ill with lung cancer, seeing him vomit blood on his death-bed made me feel helpless. I wish… I could have done more to save my guardian angel. It’s this regret, that’s like a tormenting trauma that always dwells within me. Yet carrying on with his legacy, I try to help others around me, in whatever way I possibly can. I try to be a guardian angel for others, with the intent that perhaps someday if I ever meet him he’ll see me more than just a man whose hollowed by his regret & his emotional trauma. I’m not perfect like you, but I try to make you proud & smile. Happy Birthday, Dad! With every heartbeat I miss you. 

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Quote: Wings

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Note: “It matters not how strait the gate how charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul” – from Invictus. We may not be in a position to control a hostile situation but we certainly are in control of the way we respond to that adversity. So in such tough times, I urge my readers to not lose hope & continue to generate positive thoughts. We all are born to fly like the eagles in our own skies of happiness, so why do you choose to crawl into a spell of negative vibes. So spread your wings & conquer your fears. For me personally April ushers in a lot of melancholic memories (some of the upcoming poems may be a bit sad)… I too will try to implement this notion, as I’ll try to decorate my sadness in the form of poetry to delight you, folks. Here & now we are infinite! ❤    

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Dear Corona

Dear Corona,

I hear news about you every night
& honestly, you make my bladder tremble with fright.
You were made in China perhaps that gave you the birth-right
To export yourself across the globe in broad daylight.

The scenes at hospitals are a dreadful sight
Where against you doctors fight with all their might.
Corona, you don’t care about your preys’ plight
& because of you, I had to cancel my flight.

About you, news reporters continue to hysterically scream
They increase your fear to an unimaginable extreme.
Now as the moonlight begins to beam
In my mind’s inward eye, I weave a dream.

Though like Lady Macbeth we wash our hands every day
Because of you, we may have gone astray.
Things may seem immensely depressing & grey
But together, through this narrow passage, we’ll find a way.

As a monster people have empearled you inside their heads
& uniting together, our social differences we’ve shed.
We are at war, quarantined in our homes, laying in our beds
Soon you’ll crumble bleeding, broken & dead.

So dressed in my pajamas I wrote this playful song
For the night is darkest just before the dawn.
A rainbow shall shine & impale your dreary storm
Because I’ve heard Chinese products don’t last for too long.

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Note: Just to make myself clear I do not possess any kind of racist hate towards China in any way. The sole purpose of this poem is to emphasize that regardless of our social, cultural or financial differences we are in this war against Corona together. The best way to handle this situation is realizing the importance of social distancing & by understanding the value of being at your home. Together we can & together we will conquer this menacing beast. This poem intends to spread positive vibes & smiles, hope you and your family are perfectly alright. Keep safe, keep smiling! 🙂 ❤

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The Emotional Enigma

On the broken glass, his hopes walk
As another nightmare torments his weary brain.
But about his agony, he chooses not to talk
As he knows crying won’t decrease his pain.

There was a time when he was full of life
In his eyes there used to dribble silk woven dreams.
However, he was abandoned amidst fate’s unforgiving strife
& now his mind silently bleeds with a million screams.

But the eagle that conquers the skies
Doesn’t fear to rest on some fragile trees.
For on its wings the magisterial beast relies
& doesn’t bow in front of the life’s stormy breeze.

It matters not what’s his circumstance
Or what verdict is scribbled for him on the scroll.
Alone in darkness with his demons, he’s destined to dance
But no heavenly star burns brighter than his soul.

With his words that swell up with emotions
He stirs his aspirations that his heart has impearled.
& with his thoughts that are deeper than all oceans
In his mind’s inward eye he creates his own world.

The emotional enigma playfully begins to smirk
As not many know what the f*** he’s been through.
He’s heard by many when he goes berserk
But sadly, he’s truly understood only by few.

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Note: This poem is dedicated to the people who have often found it easier to project a fake smile rather than express the true magnitude of their sorrow. Though this world isn’t meant for such beautiful selfless individuals & I know how sometimes others can’t appreciate the strength of your character… But please see yourself as the eagle that has its faith on its wings ( your capabilities) rather than the durability of the branch upon which it rests ( your situation). I urge my readers to be understanding & compassionate towards such silent warriors who often feel abandoned & lost even when they are surrounded by others around them. Every life is valuable & even a small act of kindness can create a massive positive change in someone else’s life. ❤ 

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Gratitude: Open Letter

Being a loner in real life, 4 years ago when I first started the blog I had never imagined in any of my wildest dreams that I’d be able to delight so many people with my rhymes. Reaching 1.5k followers is something that I had never imagined for myself.
The foundation of this blog was laid due to the emotional turmoil that raged within me. Nothing is worse than being surrounded by people who make you feel alone & I often feel lost amidst large crowds. There are times when I can’t say the things that trouble me but I’ve always found it easier to write about them. Initially, I had a very cynical approach to writing as I wanted my nightmares to haunt my readers. I wanted to express the horror of the countless traumas that emotionally impaled me. I wanted the people to realize that depression & anxiety aren’t always just screams & tears… Sometimes it’s the quietest people who contain within them loudest laments.
However, despite my emotional vulnerabilities you always accepted my darkness with open arms. You inspired & instilled the light of compassion within me. Gradually as I realized that my words were relatable to you it changed me as a human being & as a writer. For I no longer wanted to haunt people, I began to decorate my darkness with the sole desire to give hope to someone who was/is going through a similar depressing phase of life. You kissed my scars, filled me with love, gave wings my poetic thoughts… Most importantly at the unpredictable junctures of my life when I was plagued with uncertainly you also held my hand and frivolously danced with my demons. You believed in me when I doubted my own capabilities. Your love has always exceeded my expectations & I really hope that I can live up to the faith that you have so generously blessed me with. When life gave me 1000 reasons to cry, you gave me more than 1500 reasons to smile & in the process you’ve taught me the true meaning of compassion. It’s the light of your love that breathes life into my poems.
Lastly, I’m a human being & I have my share of flaws so I humbly apologize if I or my words ever disappointed or disturbed you in any way. With my every heartbeat & with my every rhyme I thank you for your unconditional benevolence towards a person like me.

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Note: A big thank you to all those who made this blog what it is today, please find below the pictures of the special individuals who have immensely supported me in this incredible blogging journey. There are so many individuals whose pictures I wish I could have added in the collage but unfortunately, I wasn’t able to reach out to them / get their pictures on time. But I carry them in my heart & each one of you is irreplaceable in your own unique way. ❤

Inspiration Of My Rhyme

Behind closed doors when the pale moonlight beams
Alone she fights her destiny’s diabolical schemes.
The silent sufferer values others more than her own dreams
& for them, she pushes herself to unimaginable extremes.

None hears the lament of her silent cries
None sees the ocean of hidden tears in her eyes.
Perhaps about her torment, none could realize
Because she smiles even when her aching soul helplessly dies.

Though on her scars none applies a healing lotion
Her compassion towards others is still deeper than any endless ocean.
She understands everyone’s unexpressed melancholic emotion
For she is a healing angel in godly motion.

Everyday life gives her a tormenting token
Yet about her sufferings, not a word she’s ever spoken.
As the warrior in her now gets awoken
She roars unbowed, unbent, unbroken!

Each day for her is a new fight
Yet she outgrows her nightmares day & night.
For the fortitude of her soul burns blissfully bright
& amidst my darkness, I see her as my guiding light.

As the moon blushes & the stars shine
Hopefully, she’ll fathom my love reading the last line.
& in her mind’s inward eye her broken dreams she’ll re-design
Realizing that she’s the seraphic inspiration of my every rhyme.

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Note: Women contain a lot of emotions within themselves & I’ve always seen them as angels of unconditional love & mercy. This poem is dedicated to all the incredible females who have emotionally supported me at different levels be it as a mother, sisters, family, mentors, colleagues & friends. Thank you for always raising me up, to more than I could ever be & you all truly are the real inspiration to my rhymes. ❤

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The Girl Who Broke My Heart

The first note of our aria had a sublime rhyme
& every verse seemed enchantingly pure.
Yet sadly our symphony got corrupted with time
As life’s vicious vicissitudes it couldn’t endure.

I recall how in the sacred temple of my soul
You were the Aphrodite from my sweetest dream.
For you completed me, you made me whole
As you quenched my thirst flowing like a stream.

Your arms were my castle of comfort that kept me warm
While your glorious promises made my heart yearn.
Yet you left me cold amidst my life’s storm
& my demons witnessed my soul burn.

Perhaps I wasn’t worthy of a goddess like you
I think this while my fears from others I hide.
For no mortal can dream what I’ve been through
As poetically I decorate my nightmares with pride.

Darling, you filled me with love & left me incomplete
But being ruined this way, I have no hate.
For the outcome destroyed me but our memories are sweet
& that in my heart I shall always piously celebrate.

Hope you find someone who values for who you are
I wish you well I have nothing to complain.
May you shine in someone’s sky like a star
& perhaps in a different form, we might meet again.

My heart will always see you as a goddess
Because you are a blooming form of mystic art.
Yet my mind will always beg me to be cautious
For you are the girl who broke my heart.

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Note: Post valentines day I got a text from my ex (I’m not going to reveal her identity)  stating that she was missing me & was going through my blog post. She wanted to get back with me… at that time a whirlpool of emotions raged within me & I thought of writing a poem about it. This one is dedicated to my ex, sadly we weren’t meant to be together. There are no ill-feelings or hate in my heart for her & I still respect her… Although I know we can’t be back to the way we were but from the bottom of my heart, I sincerely hope that she gets nothing but the best in her life. 

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Blind — Starling

What is love, When you can’t see it? Presence, I replied. The assurance That you’d always Be there by my side. Dancing to his heartbeat I felt his every breath As he swept me off my feet Love is strength, I said. Leaning in He whispered, Go on, go on I felt his skin Begin […]

A few months ago I quit writing I was in a very dark phase but you gave me a second chance. You believed in me, even when I had lost faith in my capabilities. It was you who made me rediscover myself I humbly request you to please show the same kind of love & support (that you had shared towards me) for my friend Sonia. She has made a glorious comeback with this amazing poem. Please give it a read & hence provide her the opportunity to mesmerize her with her magical words. Below is the link to her poem>>>>>

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“Run to the rescue with love & peace will follow.” – River Phoenix (Joaquin Phoenix’s older brother.)

Misfit

Cornered with the masquerade of a fake smile
Hoping that someone will understand you for a while.
People ignore your insecurities that slither underneath your skin
But you still try your best to fit in.

Some love, some respect you innocently wish to earn
The warm touch of someone’s hand you yearn.
Yet subliminally away from you people turn
& in the flame of your broken dreams you frivolously burn

Surrounded by people who make you feel alone
Your hopeful heart slowly transforms into a stone.
Abandoned in this endless spell of silence
You get enveloped in your mind’s depressing violence.

My dove so why do you burn & bitterly cry
To fit in why do you even try?
Why do you care for what others say?
For you are divine in your own unique way.

Your teary eyes are numb for no valid reason
For every passing moment in itself is a beautiful season.
If ever you feel hostility from our selfish community
Then look within, for within you lies love’s eternity.

You become the prophet of your own delight
Through the darkness discover your inner light.
Strolling alone no matter difficult things may seem
Remember you are beautiful like a poet’s decorated dream.

Perhaps none will fathom your unspoken fears
Perhaps none will wipe your burning tears.
But my precious whenever your heart begins to bleed
Remember you’re the marvelous misfit who is born to lead.

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Note: There are times when we feel lost even when we are surrounded by people. There are occasions when we feel like we don’t belong somewhere. Many times I’ve felt like a misfit… However, today being valentine’s day rather than crying or lamenting I thought of celebrating love by dedicating a poem to the people, who at any point in time may have been ignored, heartbroken or felt like a misfit. My dear, you aren’t a lost star in a universe instead, you are an entire universe blossoming within a star. You are flawless in your own unique way.  ❤   

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