My Muse

Her silence,speaks volumes
In a symphony, like a tune
her anger says she loves hard,
her actions reveal her heart

Her fire measures her warmth
her eyes speak her story
she marks her presence faintly
committing her crime so saintly.

Her touch has lingered,
and it talks on about her
longing to feel once more,
the way she made me feel before.

Her laughter echoing,
Has left behind a smile
Now she is gone and I realise
That nothing anymore is worthwhile.

– Mayank ‘Sahar’ Mishra

The Last Season of Love

She held my heart till the very end,
crushing it since the moment I gave it
my heart, a broken machine, held in glass
hurt her soft palm and thin fingers,
the blood from my heart, combined
with the blood from her veins..
our minds tricked us far away
from each other’s gravity
but our hearts, faithful drums,
still beat and bleed the same..

                                    – sahar 

Multiverse

I have seen a
universe of universes,
and a universe of universes
of universes too.

Forgive me if I am
a bit repetitive,
cause I have been through
that cycle too.

They say life is a circle,
it is rather a sphere,
infinities among zeroes
vibrations intersecting everywhere.

you should move on
like I did,
and I am sure you too
will end up somewhere.

It works as
means of extremes.
peacefully laying
down its schemes.

We are little instances
echoes of reminiscences
miniature models
in the grandest themes.
we are nothing but
simply light beams.

we are fair and just
like the stardust
swinging away in space
I am the fading face.

I wonder why ?
my song is sad
my poetry is lonely
my words are mad.

I call it a dark night.
there is no need
to seek the light.
for now darkness shall lead
you to discover its secrets
until the sun rises.

Resolute

There I was
In the darkness
Of the lovely night
And my shady brother
breaking the first of my last resolutions.

Together
Hammered
Hand in hand
With fleeting desires
Breaking past the uncounted revolutions.

I was freeing
Myself, from my soul
I hope to destroy
Myself and make me again
Dreaming ahead of the quiet demolitions.

Rebuilding I am
A making, a beginning
Misguided in the unknown
I am a ‘knowing’ myself
Beginning at the hint of all tribulations.

                                         

            -Mayank ‘sahar’ Mishra