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.

Solitary Musings. 

I don’t know,
what’s right and wrong anymore.
I have blurred those lines,
beyond vision.
And I know not, whether
I should continue on this journey
Or return to being who I was.
Life is an easy puzzle,
If we only pick the right pieces.
Or else it becomes veiled,
Behind a screen of screens.
One day you see something
And the next it is altogether
a completely different scene.
I am confused if I should
try harder or let go,
go along or let this wave pass by.
Maybe the next one
will carry me along with it.
To the shore,
where my dream still awaits.

– sahar (Mayank Mishra)