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.

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 Blind Magician

He was a trickster
A true master of slight.
The perfect conjurer,
A star shining too bright.

As he moved around the stage
His shiny black robes flowed
The crowd watched him in a daze
At his will,space bent and time slowed.

His art was fantastic
And the presentation surreal
When he did something drastic.
Crowd believed the magic was real.

They thought he could fly
And wondered aloud in amazement.
As he disappeared in the sky
And returned from the basement.

One day a trick went wrong
And no one was wise
But only the magician knew
He had lost his eyes.

The magician survived
In his own dark world
Kept pulling out of his sleeves
A bird after bird.

He did each trick perfectly
Even though he could not see it.
He felt each of his audience
Even though he could not be it.

There was only one trick,
that the magician knew.
That they all see,
but observers are few.

– © Mayank “Sahar” Mishra 2016