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!
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.
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.
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
Don’t just become
But Make yourself
Don’t crib and complain
rather blame yourself
Stay wild, stay mad
But slowly tame yourself
If you are lost and lonely
Go and claim yourself
Keep the fire burning inside
Continuously flame yourself.
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.
She held my heart till the very end,
crushing it since the moment I gave it
my heart, a broken machine, held in glass
hurt her soft palm and thin fingers,
the blood from my heart, combined
with the blood from her veins..
our minds tricked us far away
from each other’s gravity
but our hearts, faithful drums,
still beat and bleed the same..
– sahar
There I was
In the darkness
Of the lovely night
And my shady brother
breaking the first of my last resolutions.
Together
Hammered
Hand in hand
With fleeting desires
Breaking past the uncounted revolutions.
I was freeing
Myself, from my soul
I hope to destroy
Myself and make me again
Dreaming ahead of the quiet demolitions.
Rebuilding I am
A making, a beginning
Misguided in the unknown
I am a ‘knowing’ myself
Beginning at the hint of all tribulations.
-Mayank ‘sahar’ Mishra
“Among few things there is no binding,no divisions, neither any surroundingLife is round , so is the world,So went the last year in roundingMeasured quantities of sharp emotionswith 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 painWhat stayed was the worthless moment,passed away often in vain !wisdom arrived disguised in experiences,cruel and striking at the heart,taking away each timea part of me cut apart.The raging past reminds me againto redeem that which was lostTo rise and walk againand bury the sins of the past.”– Mayank ‘sahar’ Mishra
Whispers of Immortality 