poetry – Page 2 – Whispers of Immortality

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.

July 27, 2019 by Mayank Mishra

Unravelling Myself

I am unravelling myself

In Between events

Intercepting time and space

Unaware of my own

I am revealing myself

To myself in a mirror

And I find the reflection

Mystical in myriad ways

I am unknown

While I am knowing

That understanding

Is layered in time

In between events

Of absolutely

No importance!

~ sahar

July 25, 2019 by Mayank Mishra

How to live

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

July 8, 2019 by Mayank Mishra

A Little Poem

“The bird that flew the highest

Captured my glance

I spotted it amongst the clouds

By a mere chance

She drifted in the skies like clouds

Almost in a dance

I watched her disappear far away

And stood in a trance.”

– sahar

July 8, 2019 by Mayank Mishra

Among the Ordinary.

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July 6, 2019July 6, 2019 by Mayank Mishra

Task at Hand

“Learn from the winds

Listen to the rain

Express your happiness

And feel the pain”

– sahar

July 6, 2019July 6, 2019 by Mayank Mishra

Love In The First Degree

I once thought of love as a prison,

A place I didn’t want to be,

So long ago I’ve made a decision

To be footloose and fancyfree.

But you came and I was so tempted

To gamble on love just one time,

I never though I would get caught,

It seemed like the perfect crime.

Baby, you left me defenseless,

I have only got one plea,

Lock me away inside of your love

And throw away the key.

I am guilty of love in the first degree.

I thought it would be so simple,

Like a thousand times before.

I’d take what I wanted

And just walk away,

But I never made it to the door.

Now, babe, I am not begging for mercy,

Go ahead and throw the book at me,

If loving you is a crime I know that I’m

As guilty as a man can be.

Baby, you left me defenseless,

I have only got one plea,

Lock me away inside of your love

And throw away the key.

I am guilty of love in the first degree.

– Alabama

July 6, 2019July 6, 2019 by Mayank Mishra

Govinda’s Disciple

FAR BELOW FLOWED THE GANGA,QUICK AND CLEAR,ABOVE
FROWNED THE JUTTING BANK.
HILLS DARK WITH THE WOODS AND SCARRED WITH THE TORRENTS
WERE GATHERED AROUND.

GOVINDA,THE GREAT TEACHER,SAT ON THE ROCK
SCRIPTURES,WHEN RAGHUNATH,HIS DISCIPLE,PROUD
OF HIS WEALTH,CAME AND BOWED TO HIM AND SAID,
“I HAVE BOUGHT MY POOR WEALTH,UNWORTHY OF THY ACCEPTANCE”

THUS SAYING HE DISPLAYED BEFORE THE TEACHER A PAIR OF GOLD
BANGLES STUDDED WITH COSTLY GEMS AND EMERALDS.
THE MASTER TOOK UP ONE OF THEM ,TWIRLING IT ROUND HIS FINGER,
AND THE STONES STARTED DARTED SHAFTS OF LIGHT.

SUDDENLY IT SLIPPED FROM HIS HAND AND ROLLED DOWN THE BANK
INTO THE WATER
RAGHUNATH JUMPED INTO THE WATER

THE TEACHER SET HIS EYES UPON HIS BOOK,AND THE WATER HELD
AND HID WHAT IT STOLE AND RAN ITS WAY.
AT SUNSET RAGHUNATH CAME BACK.

HE BEGGED HIM TO SHOW HIM THE PLACE WHERE IT FELL.
THE TEACHER TOOK THE OTHER BANGLE AND THREW IT IN THE WATER
SAYING”THERE IT IS”

– Rabindranath Tagore

July 4, 2019July 4, 2019 by Mayank Mishra