Category: ode

Life’s Race

IF YOU DESIRE TO RACE
THEN RACE AGAINST TIME
OR WITH THE PAST YOU
RACE IN TO THE FUTURE
RACE AGAINST THE GUSTS,
WAVES & OCEAN’S THRUSTS
RACE AGAINST THE NIGHT,
THE DYING OF THE LIGHT
CHASE THE CRIMSON SUNSETS
RACE TO THE MOUNTAINS
AND THE END OF NOWHERE
RACE AGAINST THE SUN’S RAYS
IF AT ALL YOU WISH TO RACE

OR MOVE AT YOUR OWN PACE
GIVE UP THE RUN & CHASE
STILL YET, YOU SHALL FACE
GUSTS, LIGHT & SUN’S RAYS
SPACE WILL CHANGE SLOWLY
TIME WILL DILATE, COALESCE
LET NIGHT LEAD TO LIGHT
PAIN WILL TEACH YOU FIGHT
MOUNTAINS SHALL BEND
THE OCEAN WILL TEND
COLD WAVES UNTO YOUR FEET
IF TIRED & MUST YOU WAIT
ON THIS ROAD, START ANYTIME
IT WILL NEVER BE TOO LATE!

by Mayank Mishra

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.

by Mayank Mishra

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..

by Mayank Mishra

The Wave of Discomfort

A serious phase is dawning on me

As I am being swept by this torrent

My mind is a little further from me

As I am fighting this current

The ones I love are drifting away

When they are gone,

I’ll lose my way

If not me, then who

Is controlling my fate

Who within me,

Is spreading this hate?

So long I surfed this wave

Now a new path I shall pave

For it is time to collect the bill

For everything I ever gave.

by Mayank Mishra

The Destruction of Language

I’ll tell you when it all began

Just then we had skipped

From the post to the wire

From slow to fast

Communications

Over distances vast

Belligerent emotions

Expressed without

Delay, overlay

Cockamamie

Bullshit !

The destruction of language …

by Mayank Mishra

Poetic Chaos

Often, in my lone wanderings
As an observer of crude life
I found myself without bearings
Crossroads on the road to strife

I was buried deeper by society
Partaking in social events
I donned new faces and acts
Shuffling roles between pretends

Fed slowly the poison of taste
Gulped down by the wine divine
I summoned the satan in a haste
Told him ‘the pleasures are thine’

I grew by the fire and read
Myself in the shifting flames
Earning me, myself, a bread
While a while engaging in games.

In my lone wanderings
I often did realize
Speak and hear of it no more
To live and write shall be wise.

by Mayank Mishra

Love up to you.  

While I slip by 

Your jousty curves 

And your silver pearls 

I will fall in 

With your straight eyebrows. 

I will give in 

To your soft touch. 

If you stop me 

By your hurtful moan 

I will be your wolf 

You be my moon. 

While I erase 

Your older deeds 

Give me new sins 

To remember you by. 

While I condense 

This time to you 

You give me my 

Moments of eternity. 

I never entail 

What your feet cover 

I only wander 

In the sense of your hair 

It’s shining 

Her skin is fair. 

If I stole 

A look from you 

Glance me all day 

While I glance you. 

Through your night shades 

Give me your dusk 

Since the morning of love

Till the night of lust. 

If I divide 

In the line of your curves 

And seldom appear 

In the curve when you smile 

Consider this 

It takes a while to live up to you. 

by Mayank Mishra

A Man Without Perspective 

I am just a man.
A man without perspective.
I accept or reject nothing
I just see the collective.
Everything is connected.
It’s all relative.

But why should I explain,
Myself to you?
I don’t subscribe
To beliefs or like stuff.
You’ll never know
What I go through.

I have no name, no caste
I’m a godless man
My canvas is vast, and
deep like the oceans.
The definitions, I despise
I am wise, other wise.

I don’t exist in one place,
Neither am I lost on one desire.
Not taking part in any race.
Nor is my thirst,quenching of a fire.
I live as a face of many face.
Feeding a curiosity that’ll never retire.

And I choose all of this
Because I clearly see
The flaws of our language
the way we communicate.
It’s a distortion of meanings
Murder of experiences

Interpretations
misinterpretations.
It is total annihilation
Of something which begins
As a pure thought.
But ends on naught.

It is a task in futility
To teach peace
In a world of violence
I can only spread it.
I choose to remain silent
Live on as the man
Without perspective.

  • Mayank ‘Sahar’ Mishra
by Mayank Mishra

The Look Back.

“Among few things there is no binding,
no divisions, neither any surrounding
Life is round , so is the world,
So went the last year in rounding
Measured quantities of sharp emotions
with discontent and hued notions.
Becoming more mechanic each day.
I survive and dine on potions..
it all went, it all then came…
There was happiness, there was pain
What stayed was the worthless moment,
passed away often in vain !
wisdom arrived disguised in experiences,
cruel and striking at the heart,
taking away each time 
a part of me cut apart.
The raging past reminds me again
to redeem that which was lost
To rise and walk again
and bury the sins of the past.”
                        – Mayank ‘sahar’ Mishra
by Mayank Mishra

A Poem for Poems

“If one day,
your thoughts are free
then don’t stop amigo
be all you want to be.

If one day,
all your emotions,stand
in your way then
master them today.

If one day,
your pen bleeds like humans.
know this , your words
they only suffer your deeds.

If one day,
you write too much,
and write all your heart out
as all my days are such

Then, do not let your poetry
lack words or alphabets
for they are only tools
and poets are only fools.”

 

 – Mayank “Sahar” Mishra

by Mayank Mishra