A Familiar Face

In between bustling crowds

Undercover of faith’s shrouds

Beneath cunningness of touts

In the sadness of smiling clowns

I come across a familiar face

In dim poverty stricken eyes

Through my beloved‘s lies

In the echoes of faint cries

Upon the starry night skies

I come across a familiar face

In dark corners and alleys

In deep gorges and valleys

In harangues of political rallies

Between the lines of dailies

I come across a familiar face

In jungles and mountains

In ever flowing fountains

In sunlight and in rains

In a dying fire’s flames

I come across a familiar face.

  • Sahar
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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)