Category: experience
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For too longI have livedFor approvalFear andAcceptanceVanity hasLeft me aloneAnd now ICan’t be evenWith myself.For too longWe have beenRuled and orderedTo live and dressAnd walk and talkAnd laugh and playAnd listen and obeyIn a certainWayFor too longI have beenQuiet andTormentedQuestioningMyself.SearchingAnswers forQuestionsI wasAskingIt is onlyFor too longI have beenWithout changeAnd I feelIt is certainlyThe timeTo moveOnNo comments on Change and Move-On.
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It’s not your style until you define it.
You don’t know it until you find it.There is no road unless you take one
no path until you make one
No dream until you create one
No life until you appreciate one.
No journey unless you begin oneThere is no going until it’s tough
No struggle to remember if it’s not roughNo tears to cry if there is no loss
No victory is decided on coin tossNo luck no destiny if you aren’t brave
No ambition unless there’s a desire to crave.No friends no family unless it’s you,
You don’t preach unless you are through.
What I say, it all is true,
But you have to find it for you. -

And you will be shocked to know
That the irony is that
It is those moments that are closest to me
Which I have failed to record in my words
Repeatedly betraying me
Like a mirage in a desert
Those experiences which
Are killed as thoughts,
as though murdered
during birth,
by a witless counterpart.
Are actually
my best moments,
and the closest to my heart.
It is like the invasion
of one thought by another,
like demolishing of a world
a whole new culture
and a way of thinking
by a wholly new and
strange way. -

We are beyond saving,
Beyond hope, beyond magic.
We are beyond our craving,
Spinning a web of life so tragic.As too much freedom hurts,
the value of beauty is lost.
To reclaim futuristic thrones,
We throng our souls in the past.Fabricated feelings clog our thoughts,
Unwanted courtesies, formal formalities.
We lose ourselves to ciphering bots,
Identity lost in multiple identities.
We are doomed and devastated,
Uncertain amidst dead certainties.Denying truth in favour of lies,
Decaying humour makes me weep.
It’s in us humans where the fault lies.
My words find me a little deep.Enchanted flavours of colourful dreams,
Plastering sympathy on my wounds.
Smokey transitions in melting creams.
Finding myself out of bounds.Medicating with a self brewed poison,
razored along with spineless victims.
Envying the soul, with caution
Advising my selfless instincts.– Mayank ‘Sahar’ Mishra.
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Sometimes the best feelings are expressed in the simplest words. Just like Da Vinci spoke, “Simplicity is the best sophistication.”
This poem narrates the tragic scenario of two young friends getting separated and ultimately end up never saying hello again..
Around the Corner
Around the corner I have a friend,
in this great city that has no end.
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
and before I know it, a year is gone.And I never see my old friends face,
for life is swift and a terrible race.
He knows I like him just as well,
as in the days when I rang his bell.And he rang mine, if we were younger then,
and now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.“Tomorrow” I say,” I will call on Jim”… ”
Just to show that I’m thinking of him”.
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
and distance between us grows.Around the corner!- yet miles away,
“here’s a telegram sir” “Jim died today”.
And thats what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend.by: Henson Towne
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A transformation,
or something as small as change,
does not occur ovrnight
hidden behind
is the time
and the feeling of
being different
inside.So what if I can’t be,
all I want,
in a single lifetime
in my stories and in my poems
my characters shall live long after
I am gone.
They shall relive
through the words of someone
like me !If I won’t b there to be it all
at least I can see it all
and here I sit,
with a perfect view
blocked
with buildings.
I know you don’t,
but my words believe me.I have been there, I’ve done it all.
All the pain and desires, I’ve sufferd it all.Dead eyes give away,
I’m a man without
a perspective.
That’s
the worst kind.
I have grown,
And I am not
anymore me !But here I am
Synchronised imperfectly
In this perfect harmony
Or so it may seem.
Behind snow capped peak
Is the light
I seek and I am
Not me. -
This morning I was browsing some websites to read some good articles, I chanced upon this one. The article introduced me to one amazing English poet from India, Jeet Thayil and many others. His poetry is the truth as plain it can be..
this is the link to the article:
http://www.caravanmagazine.in/reviews-essays/if-there-is-such-a-thing-as-happiness
I am posting one of his poems here for a quick peek.:
In ‘Pushkin Knew Heaven (A Place Where Nothing Happens),’ dawn brings a lightness of being and a feeling approximating contentment. Happiness is when nothing happens.
There’s beauty in stillness:
The first hint of first light
brings me instantly awake.
You stir gently in your sleep,
dig yourself deeper into bed,
my pillow over your head.
The newspaper at the door is cold
from its journey across the city. I
make coffee, as I do each morning,
scan the headlines, sip from the cup,
look out at the quiet street.
There it is, all of it, and it’s nothing
short of a miracle.
If there is such a thing as happiness,
it is this.– Jeet Thayil
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“The truth about popularity!
Is it in the falling flashbulbs ?
In the softness and the ambient praises,
In hush-hush, hum-drum, in the rumours.
Walking amongst a pack of hungry hyenas,
Ssh…ssh… They hear it all.
Hopeless vanity for lookalikes,
Breaking snap the mirrors.
They sucked on my energy,
those sharp silhouettes in my rear view.
Controversial clips of the news,
Surreal tapes and sensual nightmares.
Sudden explosions disturb my gravity,
Hell, I know the truth about popularity.”
– Mayank ‘Sahar’ Mishra -

She lifted the veil of her eyelashes to reveal the two most beautiful pearls in the world. Her hair looked like exquisite velvet laid out neatly. Her lips, like the petals of the most tender rose. Her voice like the whispering of breeze. Her mood like the evening melting into the night. When she spoke you often forgot to hear the words. The only thing to be done was to wait till the sweet voice filled your ears with comfort. When she laughed you could hear that it was real laughter and that her happiness spread around her. Indeed she is a flower whose fragrance precedes her arrival. It was only about her. There was nothing in me to be exalted upon except that I was lost and somehow she found me.
The relationship between two human beings is extremely complicated. If you found the person who can simplify that relation, you are lucky. There are no tags here, we all work on our instincts. When you hit it, you will know. It will change you. You might learn to decipher the meaning of it all a little bit if you are true to yourself. That is where true love lies, all else is harmones.
She was perfect for me.
– sahar.
Featured artwork is contributed by Prabal Pandey.©PrabalPandey
