Yeats has been always great, this is one of his poems I read today and I think it suits my condition best right now.
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Category: experience
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If there is nothing you can write,
write nothing.
If you there is nothing you can be,
be nothing.
If you want nothing,
take nothing.
The best thing there was and there will be,
Is nothing.
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I was lost in deeper pursuits,
in canopied labyrinths and mountain blues
looking for life in larger pictures,
while it rested in the mildest details.
I was lost in luxuries and leather,
life greeted me in simplicity and feather
i have shifted names and lives
tamed spirits and stripes,
i have been a wonderer
neither lost or found…
rumoured a great mysteries,
formed a million grounds
I have tested faith and God,
and found them dispensable
of all things that happen to us,
only we are responsible.
I have been to the other side,
and we are not alone.
Long after even when we are dust,
they shall never be gone.
- sahar
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I know,
When I am writing,
What I feel.
Or is it simply to heal
A wound, an emptiness.
I know when I am writing,
for love or for lust.
I know and I must,
When I am writing.
There are eyes,
pointing everywhere.
And I am all yet none
I know I am the one
who deals in
games of persuasion.
But I am all,
that was and shall be,
because I know
when I am writing.,
the truth of the fact.
Or revealing more lies,
It all comes around
with the process of destruction
we shall reap on ourselves
and because of it.
I know I am writing,
and it all is merely a giant wheel,
and I am a tiny cog
stuck in this system of deals.
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Macro effect.
©mayankmishra
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This one is a song I penned down long ago. It has a rhyme scheme which is my own. Enjoy.
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Featured photograph is an artwork ©Prabal Pandey, the link to his pictures is here http://www.flickr.com/prabalpandey
Do not.
Don’t believe in my words
And neither in the proverbs
Experiences of others’ lives
For me they are all half-lies
If you can, then find your own
Calling, that will take you to the UnknownDon’t give in to the pressure
Or to the soft praises in the air.
Try not to be bamboozled
Forget all you have heard.
Dive deepest, climb the highest.
If still unsatisfied, keep on the quest.Don’t trust in luck and quotes
They are just asymptotes
Fine lines, near and far
If you can, find love in war.
Stray off, wander away.
In the safety of risks, make your way.Do not follow blindly
Always, keep questioning silently
Keep alive the child inside
For he knows little
He is you in becoming
The core of your mettleDo not walk my path
For it may not be your own
Don’t think my thoughts
Don’t carry my loan
Don’t read this poem
Go write your own.-Mayank Mishra (sahar)
Whispers of Immortality 