The Cosmos

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.

Ramblings 1

I have been buzzing with questions

So silent and so Impatient

So loud and so volatile

I have yet much to decide

The paths that set me free

And the holes to the void

After all we will die

Leave immortality behind

And the dreams you dreamt

Time sweeps them aside..

My Dreams

Oh!, How I dream?

About dreams lost,

About my past,

Of ccompassions,

Of passions,

Of emotions rushed,

Of desired hushed,

and I have dreamt.

Of rough mountains,

Of tender oceans ,

Of rocky moonlight,

Of blazing lights,

And bewildering sights

Oh, how I dream!

About her eyes

I dream of lies

That I tell myself

When I wake up

That it is reality!

And I am living

Only in a dream.

The Wave of Discomfort

A serious phase is dawning on me

As I am being swept by this torrent

My mind is a little further from me

As I am fighting this current

The ones I love are drifting away

When they are gone,

I’ll lose my way

If not me, then who

Is controlling my fate

Who within me,

Is spreading this hate?

So long I surfed this wave

Now a new path I shall pave

For it is time to collect the bill

For everything I ever gave.

Unravelling Myself

I am unravelling myself

In Between events

Intercepting time and space

Unaware of my own

I am revealing myself

To myself in a mirror

And I find the reflection

Mystical in myriad ways

I am unknown

While I am knowing

That understanding

Is layered in time

In between events

Of absolutely

No importance!

~ sahar

Perhaps

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 ain’t waiting here for a response from the crowd.

Just passing by like a tune on the Oud.*

*Oud- A small handheld string instrument.

 

Perhaps the world I envision is long gone,

I see no colours, only a monotone.

I know a few things which only I have known.

Everything around me has melted in one,

don’t ask me for answers, for I have none.

may be my vision is a subject for revision.

 

Perhaps I am letting too loose, or holding too tight,

crouched alone in a dark corner or shining too bright.

Trust me, without dark there is no light.

Discovering and forgetting it all again,

I am simply exploring the waters of life’s main.

No surprises, nothing hidden, I will come plain.

 

– Mayank Mishra (Sahar)