• The Blind Magician

    June 3, 2016
    experience, life, ode, poetry, writing
    The Blind Magician

    He was a trickster
    A true master of slight.
    The perfect conjurer,
    A star shining too bright.

    As he moved around the stage
    His shiny black robes flowed
    The crowd watched him in a daze
    At his will,space bent and time slowed.

    His art was fantastic
    And the presentation surreal
    When he did something drastic.
    Crowd believed the magic was real.

    They thought he could fly
    And wondered aloud in amazement.
    As he disappeared in the sky
    And returned from the basement.

    One day a trick went wrong
    And no one was wise
    But only the magician knew
    He had lost his eyes.

    The magician survived
    In his own dark world
    Kept pulling out of his sleeves
    A bird after bird.

    He did each trick perfectly
    Even though he could not see it.
    He felt each of his audience
    Even though he could not be it.

    There was only one trick,
    that the magician knew.
    That they all see,
    but observers are few.

    – © Mayank “Sahar” Mishra 2016

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  • 3 Day Quote Challenge – Day 1

    June 3, 2016
    poetry

    I have been nominated by Rupanjal Patowary’s blog for the 3 Day Quote Challenge. I am so overwhelmed by the nomination. It means a lot to me. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

    The rules to be followed are:

    • Thank the person who nominated you.
    • Post a quote for 3 consecutive days.
    • Nominate 3 new bloggers everyday.

    The quote for today:

     

    “It shall be the greatest proof and measure of the strength of our minds if we can keep our sanity intact in this insane world.” –  Mayank “Sahar” Mishra

     

    I nominate these bloggers:

    1. Dr. Sneha Tiwari
    2. Dr. Amit Prakash
    3. Mr. Tammy Mezera

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  • You Will Be Mine.

    June 1, 2016
    life, poetry, writing

    Some sing the song,
    dance away in rain.
    I sit here in melancholy and vain.
    with my eyes every time I blink
    these thoughts sometimes aloud think.
    since long I have been repeating this line.
    someday, not far from today you will be mine.

    Not everytime I can take the plunge alone,
    It’s time, listen you have been long gone.
    Mouths talk,I must forget you
    but I think of you in blue.
    I am not though I may look just fine.
    Someday, not far from today you will be mine.

    Look, it’s not just fair
    from far, you play with your hair
    all the signs pull me to you
    stop all that you do
    I guess, it won’t take that much time.
    someday, not far from today you will be mine.

    silently step down at will
    for you I am willing to pay any bill.
    will pull the chair for you
    just pull my heart away.
    watch the clock ,
    I miss you from nine to nine.
    Someday, not far from today you will be mine.

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  • An Excuse for not Writing. 

    May 25, 2016
    poetry, writing
    An Excuse for not Writing. 


    If you are a writer of any sort and looking for excuses to placate yourself over not writing enough or not updating your blogs frequently enough, here are some which I use upon myself regularly. 

    -> Some days it is simply writer’s block which could stretch on for an indefinite period of time. 

    -> Some days the ‘writer’ is the ‘block’. 

    -> Some days the will to write is interrupted constantly by the realisation of a lack of experience about the subject. 

    -> Some days the environment isn’t just so good and conducive to produce good words on paper which convey meaning. 

    -> Some days we writers just don’t wanna write.  That’s when we are busy experiencing so we can write about it later. 

    -> Some days our creativity is just not activated enough to give the desired output, so we decide to lay off the typewriter. 

    -> Some days , like all great literary geniuses, we undergo self- criticism and understand that our work isn’t good enough thereby tearing off or burning away whatever we write. 
    Ok, enough excuses for not writing.  

    If you liked my excuses and feel with them, do let me know. 

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  • SHIVA IN YOU

    May 22, 2016
    experience, life, nature, poems, poetry, shiva, Truth, writing
    SHIVA IN YOU



    Atop the Kailasha
    amidst snow and cold
    sat a hermit
    with his eyes closed
    indifferent to differences
    unaware of appearances
    abiding by no laws
    never taking a pause
    from his deep meditation
    lost in deep contemplation
    clad in tiger skin
    all animals his kin
    a snake garland
    ash on forehead
    destroyer and life-giver
    the hermit was Shiva
    rejected and an outcast
    never dwells on his past
    neither a teacher, nor a preacher
    never thinking of the future
    he is guileless and tough
    lost and unbound
    if you look hard enough
    within you, he may be found
    to be like Shiva
    all you need to do
    is open that third eye
    and take a view
    if you can
    wield his trident
    strike down every impediment
    which stands between you
    and the Shiva in you.
    – Mayank ‘Sahar’ Mishra

    Image courtesy: Google 

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  • Silence of the trees

    May 21, 2016
    poetry

    Great post by a fellow blogger 🙂

    In the silence of tress you can hear the stories of past , untold by any human being.

    Source: Silence of the trees

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  • Being Undone.

    May 17, 2016
    experience, life, Long poem, nature, poems, Truth, writing
    Being Undone.

    Let us be undone,
    In this moment
    Forget what we have learnt
    Grow back to the point
    When we were nascent.
    Skip backwards to the days
    which are only reminiscent
    In our hearts
    Of the beautiful time
    When none knew deceit,
    none lied and vanity was off beat.
    Let us unmake our hearts
    And carve a beautiful sculpture.
    from the stones they have become.
    And remember when to forget
    the lessons that made us
    Less human and more machinist.

    Let us be undone
    In this moment
    and become what we were
    What we always longed for.
    The child inside us calls loudly
    let us close our ears and eyes
    And hear and see naught
    except what lies inside.
    Swim back to the shores
    from where we began
    Invading our Mother Earth.
    Go back to the beginning of it all
    And start again.
    and become humans after all.

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  • Whispers of Immortality

    May 13, 2016
    experience, life, Long poem, music, poems, poetry, Truth, writing
    Whispers of Immortality

    I have been lost since long,
    trying to find my voice.
    Caught between right and wrong.
    Wondering if I had a choice !

    Weaving dreams in darkness;
    Alone, I was too silent.
    None to fight in my loneliness,
    it made me sharply violent.

    My voice lost,
    returned briefly in my words.
    At a great cost,
    I learned to fly like the birds.

    Accustomed to suffering,
    my adventures led me too far.
    I didn’t know what I was becoming,
    slowly, deep within I waged a war.

    Been trying to find my voice,
    drowned beneath the voices.
    Been trying to make that choice,
    found between the two choices.

    I have bartered my emotions,
    for experiences of suffering.
    As a dried branch finally snaps
    in a torrent of wuthering.

    Chasing dreams in darkness,
    I knew I had to stumble.
    It was when I fell I found,
    all my lost voices in a jumble.

    Stumbling, falling, failing then rising,
    perhaps I will return to normality.
    It is the reason why I chose,
    to converse in “whispers of immortality.”

    – Mayank “Sahar” Mishra

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  • It Takes Courage by Author Unknown

    May 13, 2016
    poetry

    It takes strength to be firm,
    It takes courage to be gentle.

    It takes strength to conquer,
    It takes courage to surrender.

    It takes strength to be certain,
    It takes courage to have doubt.

    It takes strength to fit in,
    It takes courage to stand out.

    It takes strength to feel a friend’s pain,
    It takes courage to feel your own pain.

    It takes strength to endure abuse,
    It takes courage to stop it.

    It takes strength to stand alone,
    It takes courage to lean on another.

    It takes strength to love,
    It takes courage to be loved.

    It takes strength to survive,
    It takes courage to live.

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  • Drift On !

    May 13, 2016
    poetry
    Drift On !

    About Writing and Words and life.

    Mayank Mishra's avatarWhispers of Immortality

    For some, it’s a song.
    For some, poetry.
    For others, just words.
    Or nothing, meaningless.
    And meaningful.
    My words know not,
    formats and rules.
    They flow like dust,
    from denuded runes.
    Slowly drifting,
    directionless.
    Lost in an ocean of,
    thoughtfulness.
    Struggling among
    multiple identities.
    Surviving their source,
    my words just flow.

    No tags, no tag lines.
    No rhythm and no rhyme.
    My words are,
    an essence of experiences,
    the verdict of my crimes.
    Feel bad, feel good.
    Feel pleasure or anguish.
    Feel the depth or the high skies.
    Feel the truth hidden beneath lies.
    It is a Journey of words,
    a labyrinth of consciousness.
    I implore you, do not share this road,
    for you must make your own.
    Watch from afar,
    and when you are done,
    drift on and wander.
    Just like my words.

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