The Cosmos

I am a little whirlpool,

in a violent stream

Choked on my own

silent screams.

Moving through the crowd,

forlorn, for desires

I barter my dreams

My eyes ragged,

And so, is my jeans

So I Masquerade in

shady themes

I am a dark wave

shooting space.

So anachronistic in

These times extreme

Riding light through

space & time.

My soul is splitting

right at the seam.

Ramblings 1

I have been buzzing with questions

So silent and so Impatient

So loud and so volatile

I have yet much to decide

The paths that set me free

And the holes to the void

After all we will die

Leave immortality behind

And the dreams you dreamt

Time sweeps them aside..

Unravelling Myself

I am unravelling myself

In Between events

Intercepting time and space

Unaware of my own

I am revealing myself

To myself in a mirror

And I find the reflection

Mystical in myriad ways

I am unknown

While I am knowing

That understanding

Is layered in time

In between events

Of absolutely

No importance!

~ sahar

If I was a Stray Dog

If I was a stray dog,
I would stray.
Without destination,
at strange places I would stay.
For long durations
And short intervals.
Travel as far as,
my all fours would take me.
Wag my tail at everything
that made me happy.
In a tourist’s picture
unknowingly I will smile snappy.
I would bark and bite
And run and hide.
Play and fight.
Be wild and cry
When in pain
I would seek
A human companion.
I would make friends,
lead the pack and follow,
Sometimes blindly and
in the lurking darkness
get chased by a bulldog.
I would lick and occasionally
Get kicked out from places
Where I am unwanted
Where people have still
Not discovered love or
The faith to live in a world.
Where you can sense
That animals too are alive.

Game of Nature

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© Mayank Mishra

Page designed in Corel Draw by Mayank Mishra

Poem ‘Game of Nature’ written by Mayank Mishra

in the pic Mayank Misha,

PC: Aakash Singh Sengar

 

The Weather Superstition

The Creek American natives believe that in the beginning of the world daily animals used to have magic powers to keep the Sun in the sky. Night animals on the other side tried everything to keep the everlasting darkness.
One day all animals set a meeting to solve the problem. After hours of arguing they found the solution. Seeing the stripped tail of raccoon one animal suggested why do not we split the day equally into time of light and time of darkness.
Here is my version of it in a poem. 

During a random twilight,
were gathered animals of sorts.
They were to their own delight,
here to solve a matter of powers.

All kinds- reptiles, mammals,birds and insects.
Some fleshy, some ugly, some bony.
All in all, it was a cacophony.
Some shrieking, braying, cherping.
Others barking, roaring ,
cawing according to their choices.
Some just nodding their heads,
unable to make the voices.

Not everyone had a say in it.
It was a matter of precision.
With due discussion over the matter,
the animals had to make the decision.
The trouble was pretty much tight.
It was about causing day and night.
Diurnals held the sun, wanted the light.
The nocturnals in turn brought the night.

After hours of arguing and noise.
A little frog spoke with some poise
‘As I see the striped tail of the raccoon,
I suggest we divide the time between the sun and the moon.
Half a day can be night
And the other half could be light.’

So that’s how went the saying.
how the day and night came into being.