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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)
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What they said about poetry ? The famous ones, hand picked right here for you. I hope you enjoy reading them.
The Image and the background was created in Corel Draw by Mayank Mishra
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Here is one of my poems presented in a neat graphical format with relevant pictures and colour themes. Hope you enjoy this ‘gift wrapped poetry’.
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© Mayank Mishra
Page designed in Corel Draw by Mayank Mishra
Poem ‘Game of Nature’ written by Mayank Mishra
in the pic Mayank Misha,
PC: Aakash Singh Sengar
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I was lucky and fortunate enough to come across this beautiful poem today morning while reading an article in the newspaper. Though I should share it with everyone.
You start dying slowly – By Pablo Neruda
You start dying slowly
if you do not travel,
if you do not read,
If you do not listen to the sounds of life,
If you do not appreciate yourself.You start dying slowly
When you kill your self-esteem;
When you do not let others help you.You start dying slowly
If you become a slave of your habits,
Walking everyday on the same paths…
If you do not change your routine,
If you do not wear different colours
Or you do not speak to those you don’t know.You start dying slowly
If you avoid to feel passion
And their turbulent emotions;
Those which make your eyes glisten
And your heart beat fast.You start dying slowly
If you do not change your life when you are not satisfied with your job, or with your love,
If you do not risk what is safe for the uncertain,
If you do not go after a dream,
If you do not allow yourself,
At least once in your lifetime,
To run away from sensible advice…~ Pablo Neruda
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Joseph Campbell (1879-1944) was an Irish poet who wrote in both English and Gaelic (publishing his latter work under the name Seosamh Mac Cathmhaoil or Seosamh MacCathmhaoil). Like pioneering moder…
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My truth,
shall be my own.
Experienced, trusted and
proved by myself.
it shall not be borrowed, not read in a book,
neither heard from someone else.
It shall not be rehearsed or
veiled under depth of lies.
My truth, shall be bright and clear,
like the bold sun in the skies.
Free from bias of gender, caste and religions.
My truth shall be fixed, unchanging with the seasons.
Once and for all,
it shall need no revisions.
Not flashy, neither catchy yet captivating.
My truth shall triumph when I may be failing.
Free from morals and free from malice.
My truth shall stand without an accomplice.– Mayank Mishra
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The Creek American natives believe that in the beginning of the world daily animals used to have magic powers to keep the Sun in the sky. Night animals on the other side tried everything to keep the everlasting darkness.
One day all animals set a meeting to solve the problem. After hours of arguing they found the solution. Seeing the stripped tail of raccoon one animal suggested why do not we split the day equally into time of light and time of darkness.
Here is my version of it in a poem.During a random twilight,
were gathered animals of sorts.
They were to their own delight,
here to solve a matter of powers.All kinds- reptiles, mammals,birds and insects.
Some fleshy, some ugly, some bony.
All in all, it was a cacophony.
Some shrieking, braying, cherping.
Others barking, roaring ,
cawing according to their choices.
Some just nodding their heads,
unable to make the voices.Not everyone had a say in it.
It was a matter of precision.
With due discussion over the matter,
the animals had to make the decision.
The trouble was pretty much tight.
It was about causing day and night.
Diurnals held the sun, wanted the light.
The nocturnals in turn brought the night.After hours of arguing and noise.
A little frog spoke with some poise
‘As I see the striped tail of the raccoon,
I suggest we divide the time between the sun and the moon.
Half a day can be night
And the other half could be light.’So that’s how went the saying.
how the day and night came into being.
Whispers of Immortality 