• Drift On !

    May 12, 2016
    experience, life, poetry, Truth, Uncategorized, Wild, writing
    Drift On !

    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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  • Night 

    May 11, 2016
    experience, life, nature, poems, poetry, Weather, writing

    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. 

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  • Wait 

    May 10, 2016
    experience, life, Long poem, poems, poetry, Truth, Uncategorized, writing
    Wait 

    Waiting
    Seems forever,
    When you are waiting.
    Every moment frozen,
    Not moving.
    Every moment feels like,
    an uneventful millennia,
    when you are waiting.
    Patience wears out slowly
    thinning every moment,
    into an impassable passage
    of space and time.

    Waiting.
    Seems so futile,
    when it is finally over.
    Shifting of perception.
    The long endless wait
    which stretched into millennias,
    seems like a blink of an eye.
    When you aren’t waiting anymore.

    Waiting,
    It’s pseudo and an illusion.
    Just to confuse you,
    hidden behind the veil of
    an expected event or a person.

    Waiting,
    makes us wait,
    for the inevitable.
    So strange that,
    while waiting,
    we never realise that,
    It is just a myth,
    a false sense of time.
    and that the inevitable
    always arrives.

    – Mayank “Sahar” Mishra

    in the photograph Himanshu Singh, my friend. Photo credits: Sahar
    All content is © Mayank “Sahar” Mishra.

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  • Into The Wild. 

    May 7, 2016
    experience, life, nature, poems, poetry, Truth, Wild, writing
    Into The Wild. 

    Last night I had a chance to see ‘Into the Wild’ again. It is an amazing   movie and depicts something which I have always wanted to do.

    “There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
    There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
    There is society, where none intrudes,
    By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
    I love not man the less, but Nature more.”

    – LORD BYRON

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  • Among the Ordinary.

    May 3, 2016
    experience, life, Long poem, nature, poems, poetry, Truth, Uncategorized, writing
    Among the Ordinary.

    It is interesting to observe,
    that the ordinary is so beautiful.
    Yet it is always hidden
    from our eyes, while we go on
    looking around for a better world.
    In our minds rests the ground,
    where one can grow and nurture,
    the forests of happiness.
    The rains after years of patience,
    shall fall over this forest.
    And when the trees grow tall,
    their shade will cool your mind.
    You will enjoy the fruits of perseverance.
    While your time obeys your will,
    the wounds you inflicted on
    yourself shall heal.
    The fresh air will clean away the stale,
    the greenery shall sweep aside the pale.
    Within these dark woods,
    deep within, alight your fire.
    And keep the flame burning,
    so that one day you can
    burn the forest down.
    To start anew,
    because it is poison to stop.
    Or stick to a single perspective,
    or come to a halt.
    For we must always evolve,
    into something better.
    But what if we cannot ?
    Do not worry then my friend,
    as it always takes extra,
    to be ordinary and yet,
    soar above all the rest,
    while you rule your own mind.

    – sahar (Mayank Mishra)

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  • Solitary Musings. 

    April 26, 2016
    experience, life, poems, poetry, writing
    Solitary Musings. 

    I don’t know,
    what’s right and wrong anymore.
    I have blurred those lines,
    beyond vision.
    And I know not, whether
    I should continue on this journey
    Or return to being who I was.
    Life is an easy puzzle,
    If we only pick the right pieces.
    Or else it becomes veiled,
    Behind a screen of screens.
    One day you see something
    And the next it is altogether
    a completely different scene.
    I am confused if I should
    try harder or let go,
    go along or let this wave pass by.
    Maybe the next one
    will carry me along with it.
    To the shore,
    where my dream still awaits.

    – sahar (Mayank Mishra)

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  • Agar/if

    April 21, 2016
    poetry

    Something to read.. Beautiful lines..

    expressingwings's avatarexpressingwings

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    “Agar unhey bhee mohabaat  tohdi si hum se hum jaisi hoti,
    toh jindagi ki dastaan aur kuch hoti .

    Na hum tadaptey apni tanahi mae ,na vho banjarey hotey in mohabaat ki rahon mae,
    do adhoorey poorey hotey,
    bas unhey bhee agar tohdi si mohabaat hum se hum jaisi hoti.

    If he had felt for me the way I for him,
    Than story of life would have been different,
    Neither I would have been in a lonesome pain, neither he would be wandering for love in a nomad shoes ,
    Two incomplete would be complete,
    if only he had loved me the way I loved him ..

    sneha

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  • Dream-Love

    April 17, 2016
    experience, life, poetry, writing

    They had met each other only in their dreams,

    and when they saw each other for real

    they thought it was a dream. Such was their dreamy love.

     

     

    #shortstory #shortpoem #sahar

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  • My Bad 

    April 16, 2016
    experience, life, poems, poetry, writing

    Lower down the brightness 

    prepare a dark ambience 

    I am revealing the devil inside me,

    make room for a little darkness. 

    Hey what you looking at, 

    get me the poison of my choice. 

    I remind you again very soon,

    you shall croon to my voice. 

    I am the devil and it’s just my bad,

    I am not happy thus revealing my sad,

    I need a faith and the love I had,

    or else I too am going to be mad. 

    My conscience long bargained 

    in cheap, priceless stores. 

    Aged among antiques, stored 

    I was more priceless than the Titanic aboard. 

    Only my alter ego 

    My semi consciousness, my ‘no’

    He stands where I cannot reach

    cutting across definitions that I cannot preach. 

    They call it my failure

    my karma , my sad , my bad. 

    But I know it’s a tale told too tad. 

    After all it was all my bad. 

         

                  – Sahar 

    28.544760 77.331193

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  • Kannappa the Stout Devout

    April 16, 2016
    experience, life, Long poem, music, ode, poems, poetry, shiva, Superstition, writing
    Kannappa the Stout Devout

    Featured image/artwork borrowed from Google.

    Kannappa_nayanar

     

    Kannappa – The Stout Devout

     

    He became one of the sixty-three

    Nayanmars, the stout devouts of Shiva.

    A hunter from the banks of Kalahasti,

    Kannappa a hunter, a devout, a giver.

     

    One day while on his hunt,

    he found a stone divine,

    put all his faith in it,

    leaving everything aside.

     

    Kannappa’s God was his friend,

    for whom he carried water in his mouth.

    And shared what he hunted

    with a caring heart.

     

    Lord accepted it all,

    but one day , to test his faith,

    Shook the earth,

    the temple collapsing under its weight.

     

    When all priests ran out to save their lives,

    Kannappa ran for what lay inside,

    He covered it with his body,

    the falling stones littered aside.

     

    One day he saw the lord’s eye bleed,

    so he took out his own to fix it.

    When the second eye started to bleed,

    he marked the bleeding eye with his foot

    and set upon pulling out his own.

     

    The story goes, he attained nirvana

    Stayed in bliss day and night.

    Kannappa had met Shiva

    and all was now set right.

     

     

     

    for knowing the whole episode in detail please visit https://ourdharma.wordpress.com/2009/02/13/203/ .

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