On Society

The shackles of society

Bind me,weigh me down

To the depths of dark dungeons
Laughing at me like a clown 
Rendering me incapable of love 
Forcing me to retreat
From my chosen path 
Tendering on me an unwanted wrath

I’m not a believer in its lies
Neither am I a pacifier to its cries
I am only a simple man 
To repel this society, I’ve got no plan 

Disappointed in its fake morals
I tried to set a few of my own 
But there is always this voice
Keeps warning me about crossing the line 

Which lines? What borders?
Which morals? Whose orders?
I am a sinner in society’s eyes 
And would happily remain so. 

Reminded each moment, I’ll never fit in 
Ha! I never tried so, i’ll never give in. 
I reject it, it rejects me. 
My heart knows the man I want to be. 

But still, when I try to be myself
A dark, deadly monster wakes up inside 
It picks up its pointy tools from the shelf 
Ideals, morals, vanity fight by its side 

Which society prohibits love?
Or burns in disgust at happiness of others. 
Who are these people?
Trying to control me, my life
Who are these ignorant fools?
Demanding me to dress, act, look 
Or behave in a certain way. 
Making me judge myself always. 

I hope I never fit in to this

Board game of control and manipulation

Where pieces move other pieces
Thinking for others against their wishes 

A forest has a better society
Or even a herd of wild animals. 
Unlike ours where evils are legitimised 
Innocent minds are hypnotised 

I wish i was never a part of it. 
I wish i was a plant or an animal
For now being a human 
Feels like being in a box enclosed by barbed wires 

Any direction i now choose 
These wires puncture my soul
But the oozing crimson blood reminds me .
I’m made for love and I bleed love. 

It will be my constant struggle 
To never let go of myself
Because when I look at this society 
I just witness sheeps and wolves

I desire to be neither 
I fly with my own feather
I simply wish to be a lonely dove 
And Keep spreading the message of love

         

                                            – sahar  

Yourself

Don’t just become
But Make yourself
Don’t crib and complain
rather blame yourself
Stay wild, stay mad
But slowly tame yourself
If you are lost and lonely
Go and claim yourself
Keep the fire burning inside
Continuously flame yourself.

listen-silent

O enchanted one
Guide me, lead me..
To the place
Where there is no sound
For I listen none now
I am silent and so is all.
And we all knew that
listen is silent turned inside out..
Only those who are silent
may learn to listen..

Love up to you.  

While I slip by 

Your jousty curves 

And your silver pearls 

I will fall in 

With your straight eyebrows. 

I will give in 

To your soft touch. 

If you stop me 

By your hurtful moan 

I will be your wolf 

You be my moon. 

While I erase 

Your older deeds 

Give me new sins 

To remember you by. 

While I condense 

This time to you 

You give me my 

Moments of eternity. 

I never entail 

What your feet cover 

I only wander 

In the sense of your hair 

It’s shining 

Her skin is fair. 

If I stole 

A look from you 

Glance me all day 

While I glance you. 

Through your night shades 

Give me your dusk 

Since the morning of love

Till the night of lust. 

If I divide 

In the line of your curves 

And seldom appear 

In the curve when you smile 

Consider this 

It takes a while to live up to you. 

Perhaps

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A Man Without Perspective 

I am just a man.
A man without perspective.
I accept or reject nothing
I just see the collective.
Everything is connected.
It’s all relative.

But why should I explain,
Myself to you?
I don’t subscribe
To beliefs or like stuff.
You’ll never know
What I go through.

I have no name, no caste
I’m a godless man
My canvas is vast, and
deep like the oceans.
The definitions, I despise
I am wise, other wise.

I don’t exist in one place,
Neither am I lost on one desire.
Not taking part in any race.
Nor is my thirst,quenching of a fire.
I live as a face of many face.
Feeding a curiosity that’ll never retire.

And I choose all of this
Because I clearly see
The flaws of our language
the way we communicate.
It’s a distortion of meanings
Murder of experiences

Interpretations
misinterpretations.
It is total annihilation
Of something which begins
As a pure thought.
But ends on naught.

It is a task in futility
To teach peace
In a world of violence
I can only spread it.
I choose to remain silent
Live on as the man
Without perspective.

  • Mayank ‘Sahar’ Mishra

Roadblocks.

My story is stuck

on the point where

I pick up myself and leave.

My words are plucked

at the time

when I try to read.

My joy, my life,

and my sorrow

Every feeling

that I borrow

is more and more

incomplete.

My poems prose

is lost in your brows.

Love is a silent murmur

too faint to hear

too loud to deny.

Don’t ask me why ?

It’s the way things are.

But I got no luck

to get me through

and I wonder,

What comes next ?

Or I shall bring on

the words

poetry

prose

to a close

A lake of words

might be just

the most lovely song.

Who knows?

I will for now

carry on.

I can’t stop my thoughts. 

Some random quotes I keep hearing myself thinking——

1. It’s good that you are reading quotes, but are you hearing them around you ?

2. Are we gonna pass everything as ordinary ?

3. an old man once told me :”you aren’t alive if you aren’t hearing your tune in the background.”