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.
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.
Featured photograph is an artwork ©Prabal Pandey, the link to his pictures is here http://www.flickr.com/prabalpandey
Do not.
Don’t believe in my words
And neither in the proverbs
Experiences of others’ lives
For me they are all half-lies
If you can, then find your own
Calling, that will take you to the Unknown
Don’t give in to the pressure
Or to the soft praises in the air.
Try not to be bamboozled
Forget all you have heard.
Dive deepest, climb the highest.
If still unsatisfied, keep on the quest.
Don’t trust in luck and quotes
They are just asymptotes
Fine lines, near and far
If you can, find love in war.
Stray off, wander away.
In the safety of risks, make your way.
Do not follow blindly
Always, keep questioning silently
Keep alive the child inside
For he knows little
He is you in becoming
The core of your mettle
Do not walk my path
For it may not be your own
Don’t think my thoughts
Don’t carry my loan
Don’t read this poem
Go write your own.
-Mayank Mishra (sahar)
Whispers of Immortality 