Category: Truth

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

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  

by Mayank Mishra

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.

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

My Muse

Her silence,speaks volumes
In a symphony, like a tune
her anger says she loves hard,
her actions reveal her heart

Her fire measures her warmth
her eyes speak her story
she marks her presence faintly
committing her crime so saintly.

Her touch has lingered,
and it talks on about her
longing to feel once more,
the way she made me feel before.

Her laughter echoing,
Has left behind a smile
Now she is gone and I realise
That nothing anymore is worthwhile.

– 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

The Modern Era

Modern era is reckoning us,
inviting us to step out with our weapons..
I speak of pens, guitars and compasses.
Do not bring out nukes and guns.
Weapons which shall not hurt or harm
let your pen reveal the inner storm
your brush strokes express your hatred.
your words and letters your creed.
Forge your swords and spears of steel
in our art our anger we must reveal.
Let not your hatred claim your ink
let no feelings of ego find a link.
                                                      -sahar
by Mayank Mishra

It’s About You.

It’s not your style until you define it.
You don’t know it until you find it.

There is no road unless you take one
no path until you make one
No dream until you create one
No life until you appreciate one.
No journey unless you begin one

There is no going until it’s tough
No struggle to remember if it’s not rough

No tears to cry if there is no loss
No victory is decided on coin toss

No luck no destiny if you aren’t brave
No ambition unless there’s a desire to crave.

No friends no family unless it’s you,
You don’t preach unless you are through.
What I say, it all is true,
But you have to find it for you.

by Mayank Mishra