Category: nature
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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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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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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
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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
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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. -


Atop the Kailasha
amidst snow and cold
sat a hermit
with his eyes closed
indifferent to differences
unaware of appearances
abiding by no laws
never taking a pause
from his deep meditation
lost in deep contemplation
clad in tiger skin
all animals his kin
a snake garland
ash on forehead
destroyer and life-giver
the hermit was Shiva
rejected and an outcast
never dwells on his past
neither a teacher, nor a preacher
never thinking of the future
he is guileless and tough
lost and unbound
if you look hard enough
within you, he may be found
to be like Shiva
all you need to do
is open that third eye
and take a view
if you can
wield his trident
strike down every impediment
which stands between you
and the Shiva in you.
– Mayank ‘Sahar’ MishraImage courtesy: Google
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Let us be undone,
In this moment
Forget what we have learnt
Grow back to the point
When we were nascent.
Skip backwards to the days
which are only reminiscent
In our hearts
Of the beautiful time
When none knew deceit,
none lied and vanity was off beat.
Let us unmake our hearts
And carve a beautiful sculpture.
from the stones they have become.
And remember when to forget
the lessons that made us
Less human and more machinist.Let us be undone
In this moment
and become what we were
What we always longed for.
The child inside us calls loudly
let us close our ears and eyes
And hear and see naught
except what lies inside.
Swim back to the shores
from where we began
Invading our Mother Earth.
Go back to the beginning of it all
And start again.
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The night calls me
waking me up from a deep slumber.
The night shows me
sky full of stars in december.
It is quite and moonlit,
haunted by our fears.
She is a beauty,
a painting of lights and shadows.
Silently and slowly she grows.– Mayank Mishra.
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Last night I had a chance to see ‘Into the Wild’ again. It is an amazing movie and depicts something which I have always wanted to do.
“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more.”– LORD BYRON
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It is interesting to observe,
that the ordinary is so beautiful.
Yet it is always hidden
from our eyes, while we go on
looking around for a better world.
In our minds rests the ground,
where one can grow and nurture,
the forests of happiness.
The rains after years of patience,
shall fall over this forest.
And when the trees grow tall,
their shade will cool your mind.
You will enjoy the fruits of perseverance.
While your time obeys your will,
the wounds you inflicted on
yourself shall heal.
The fresh air will clean away the stale,
the greenery shall sweep aside the pale.
Within these dark woods,
deep within, alight your fire.
And keep the flame burning,
so that one day you can
burn the forest down.
To start anew,
because it is poison to stop.
Or stick to a single perspective,
or come to a halt.
For we must always evolve,
into something better.
But what if we cannot ?
Do not worry then my friend,
as it always takes extra,
to be ordinary and yet,
soar above all the rest,
while you rule your own mind.– sahar (Mayank Mishra)