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 …
Category: poems
On a Tuesday.
College was too much fun
Learning, Ah! that we did none.
Smoked the days away
Made the nights stay
And now nights shall fly
And the days shall be dry
I look up, I see a cloudy blue sky
The hint of the rains is nearby.
— Sahar
Smile and Sadness
When you are all alone
And once in a while,
A candid thought or
A nostalgic feeling
Curves your lips up
That’s the best smile
And
When you are happy
Amidst a crackling laugh
Little pearls roll down the eye
You do both, laugh and cry
Trust me in all this madness
That’s the best form of sadness
- Sahar
Living in the Devil’s Skin
I am the sweetest heart
Kindest and warmest soul
Living in the devil’s skin
I am all pure intentions
Acting out of morale
I am only positive, pure
Until I sleep devils lure
A fire burns still inside
So it is the devil I hide
While my soul rots away
The skin must always shine.
Who We Are.
We are mean machines
Captured consciousness
Chaotic, disrupted presences
Vying for belonging
Living on in hopelessness
In a familiar strangeness
Above all, Death is relentless
And dying is not lifelessness.
We are measured extremes,
trying so hard to balance
our lives in weightlessness,
scrounging by on emotions
breaking our meditation,
trusting in faithlessness.
Universe is indefiniteness
boundaries are absurdness.
We are poised river streams,
flowing in chosen directions,
Living and dying to meet
oceans and then fall as rain.
Meandering by, a tamelessness
an epitome of abstractness.
We live as she lives by
a journey of ambitiousness.
We are forgotten dreams
in an eye of imagitiveness
it is discovering nuances
with a look of ancientness.
It is only right to wake up
experience anonymousness
remembering the dreams
live moments of breathlessness.
– sahar
photograph by sahar
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.
On Society
The shackles of society
Bind me,weigh me down
To the depths of dark dungeons
Laughing at me like a clown
Rendering me incapable of love
Forcing me to retreat
From my chosen path
Tendering on me an unwanted wrath
I’m not a believer in its lies
Neither am I a pacifier to its cries
I am only a simple man
To repel this society, I’ve got no plan
Disappointed in its fake morals
I tried to set a few of my own
But there is always this voice
Keeps warning me about crossing the line
Which lines? What borders?
Which morals? Whose orders?
I am a sinner in society’s eyes
And would happily remain so.
Reminded each moment, I’ll never fit in
Ha! I never tried so, i’ll never give in.
I reject it, it rejects me.
My heart knows the man I want to be.
But still, when I try to be myself
A dark, deadly monster wakes up inside
It picks up its pointy tools from the shelf
Ideals, morals, vanity fight by its side
Which society prohibits love?
Or burns in disgust at happiness of others.
Who are these people?
Trying to control me, my life
Who are these ignorant fools?
Demanding me to dress, act, look
Or behave in a certain way.
Making me judge myself always.
I hope I never fit in to this
Board game of control and manipulation
Where pieces move other pieces
Thinking for others against their wishes
A forest has a better society
Or even a herd of wild animals.
Unlike ours where evils are legitimised
Innocent minds are hypnotised
I wish i was never a part of it.
I wish i was a plant or an animal
For now being a human
Feels like being in a box enclosed by barbed wires
Any direction i now choose
These wires puncture my soul
But the oozing crimson blood reminds me .
I’m made for love and I bleed love.
It will be my constant struggle
To never let go of myself
Because when I look at this society
I just witness sheeps and wolves
I desire to be neither
I fly with my own feather
I simply wish to be a lonely dove
And Keep spreading the message of love
– sahar
Something To Relate To
We are mean machines
Captured consciousness
Chaotic, Disrupted presences
Vying for belongingness
Living on in hopelessness
In a familiar strangeness
Above all, Death is relentless
And dying is not lifelessness.
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.
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
Whispers of Immortality 