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.
I am a weightless man
I am a faithless man
i am a face less man
I am a fateless man
I am a shameless man
I am a tameless man
I am a nameless man
I am a stateless man
I am a gameless man
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.
Perhaps my words have crossed all barriers, for what I feel doesn’t need any carriers, I have grown in between my words over the years. To be heard, I don’t need to get loud, I ainR…
Source: Perhaps
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.
My story is stuck
on the point where
I pick up myself and leave.
My words are plucked
at the time
when I try to read.
My joy, my life,
and my sorrow
Every feeling
that I borrow
is more and more
incomplete.
My poems prose
is lost in your brows.
Love is a silent murmur
too faint to hear
too loud to deny.
Don’t ask me why ?
It’s the way things are.
But I got no luck
to get me through
and I wonder,
What comes next ?
Or I shall bring on
the words
poetry
prose
to a close
A lake of words
might be just
the most lovely song.
Who knows?
I will for now
carry on.
Some random quotes I keep hearing myself thinking——
1. It’s good that you are reading quotes, but are you hearing them around you ?
2. Are we gonna pass everything as ordinary ?
3. an old man once told me :”you aren’t alive if you aren’t hearing your tune in the background.”
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. – sahar
Source: An Experience
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
Whispers of Immortality 