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!

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.

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.

Night 

The night calls me
waking me up from a deep slumber.
The night shows me
sky full of stars in december.
It is quite and moonlit,
haunted by our fears.
She is a beauty,
a painting of lights and shadows.
Silently and slowly she grows. 

           – Mayank Mishra. 

The Weather Superstition

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.