• Reminiscences

    October 21, 2016
    life, poetry, writing
    Reminiscences

    Longer intervals long to linger
    Testing you against the unforgiving
    You have been taking exactly
    The same you have been giving.

    Merry mirages mired in mystical myths
    Illusions set afar in a future too deep
    Dead dreams knocking in dusty graves
    Surroundings so surreal set as if
    a still sleep
    For cheap you sell out old dreams,
    Forgetting the promises which were yours to keep.

    Take what you want from this universe
    Giving back in the same amount.
    As adds on and on each new verse
    In the end, it’s today that will count.

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  • The Modern Era

    October 13, 2016
    experience, life, poetry, Truth
    Modern era is reckoning us,
    inviting us to step out with our weapons..
    I speak of pens, guitars and compasses.
    Do not bring out nukes and guns.
    Weapons which shall not hurt or harm
    let your pen reveal the inner storm
    your brush strokes express your hatred.
    your words and letters your creed.
    Forge your swords and spears of steel
    in our art our anger we must reveal.
    Let not your hatred claim your ink
    let no feelings of ego find a link.
                                                          -sahar

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  • Change and Move-On.

    October 13, 2016
    experience, friendship, life, music, nature, poems, poetry
    For too long
    I have lived
    For approval
    Fear and
    Acceptance
    Vanity has
    Left me alone
    And now I
    Can’t be even
    With myself.
    For too long
    We have been
    Ruled and ordered
    To live and dress
    And walk and talk
    And laugh and play
    And listen and obey
    In a certain
    Way
    For too long
    I have been
    Quiet and
    Tormented
    Questioning
    Myself.
    Searching
    Answers for
    Questions
    I was
    Asking
    It is only
    For too long
    I have been
    Without change
    And I feel
    It is certainly
    The time
    To move
    On

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  • It’s About You.

    October 1, 2016
    experience, life, poetry, Truth
    It’s About You.

    It’s not your style until you define it.
    You don’t know it until you find it.

    There is no road unless you take one
    no path until you make one
    No dream until you create one
    No life until you appreciate one.
    No journey unless you begin one

    There is no going until it’s tough
    No struggle to remember if it’s not rough

    No tears to cry if there is no loss
    No victory is decided on coin toss

    No luck no destiny if you aren’t brave
    No ambition unless there’s a desire to crave.

    No friends no family unless it’s you,
    You don’t preach unless you are through.
    What I say, it all is true,
    But you have to find it for you.

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  • When Thoughts Betray.

    September 27, 2016
    experience, poetry, Truth, writing
    When Thoughts  Betray.

    And you will be shocked to know
    That the irony is that
    It is those moments that are closest to me
    Which I have failed to record in my words
    Repeatedly betraying me
    Like a mirage in a desert
    Those experiences which
    Are killed as thoughts,
    as though murdered
    during birth,
    by a witless counterpart.
    Are actually
    my best moments,
    and the closest to my heart.
    It is like the invasion
    of one thought by another,
    like demolishing of a world
    a whole new culture
    and a way of thinking
    by a wholly new and
    strange way.

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  • Darkness

    September 20, 2016
    experience, life, Long poem, nature, poems, poetry, Truth
    Darkness

    We are beyond saving,
    Beyond hope, beyond magic.
    We are beyond our craving,
    Spinning a web of life so tragic.

    As too much freedom hurts,
    the value of beauty is lost.
    To reclaim futuristic thrones,
    We throng our souls in the past.

    Fabricated feelings clog our thoughts,
    Unwanted courtesies, formal formalities.
    We lose ourselves to ciphering bots,
    Identity lost in multiple identities.
    We are doomed and devastated,
    Uncertain amidst dead certainties.

    Denying truth in favour of lies,
    Decaying humour makes me weep.
    It’s in us humans where the fault lies.
    My words find me a little deep.

    Enchanted flavours of colourful dreams,
    Plastering sympathy on my wounds.
    Smokey transitions in melting creams.
    Finding myself out of bounds.

    Medicating with a self brewed poison,
    razored along with spineless victims.
    Envying the soul, with caution
    Advising my selfless instincts.

    – Mayank ‘Sahar’ Mishra.

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  • Featured Poetry- by Henson Towne

    September 20, 2016
    experience, friendship, life, poetry

    Sometimes the best feelings are expressed in the simplest words. Just like Da Vinci spoke, “Simplicity is the best sophistication.”

    This poem narrates the tragic scenario of two young friends getting separated and ultimately end up never saying hello again..

    Around the Corner
    Around the corner I have a friend,
    in this great city that has no end.
    Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
    and before I know it, a year is gone.

    And I never see my old friends face,
    for life is swift and a terrible race.
    He knows I like him just as well,
    as in the days when I rang his bell.

    And he rang mine, if we were younger then,
    and now we are busy, tired men.
    Tired of playing a foolish game,
    Tired of trying to make a name.

    “Tomorrow” I say,” I will call on Jim”… ”
    Just to show that I’m thinking of him”.
    But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
    and distance between us grows.

    Around the corner!- yet miles away,
    “here’s a telegram sir” “Jim died today”.
    And thats what we get and deserve in the end.
    Around the corner, a vanished friend.

    by: Henson Towne

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  • Infinite. 

    September 11, 2016
    poetry

    Look on,inside,
    Once more!

    In to the mirror. 

    Glimpse, 

    for one last time. 

    The lingering essence 

    of your soul.  

    Find again,

    yourself trapped,

    in your own world. 

    Never realising,

    you were so small. 

    And the universe

    around you 

    infinite.

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  • Title Doesn’t Matter

    September 2, 2016
    experience, life, nature, poems, poetry, Truth, writing

    A transformation,
    or something as small as change,
    does not occur ovrnight
    hidden behind
    is the time
    and the feeling of
    being different
    inside.

    So what if I can’t be,
    all I want,
    in a single lifetime
    in my stories and in my poems
    my characters shall live long after
    I am gone.
    They shall relive
    through the words of someone
    like me !

    If I won’t b there to be it all
    at least I can see it all
    and here I sit,
    with a perfect view
    blocked
    with buildings.
    I know you don’t,
    but my words believe me.

    I have been there, I’ve done it all.
    All the pain and desires, I’ve sufferd it all.

    Dead eyes give away,
    I’m a man without
    a perspective.
    That’s
    the worst kind.
    I have grown,
    And I am not
    anymore me !

    But here I am
    Synchronised imperfectly
    In this perfect harmony
    Or so it may seem.
    Behind snow capped peak
    Is the light
    I seek and I am
    Not me.

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  • Title Doesn’t Matter

    August 31, 2016
    experience, life, music, poetry
    Title Doesn’t Matter

    Dead eyes give away,

    The abscence of,

    any perspective. 

    That’s 

    the worst kind,

    I have grown. 

    I’m not anymore 

    Me!

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