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.
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..
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.
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
There is no stopping time
No turning back or
Jumping ahead the needles
There is no stocking
No transferring of it.
It is yours if you
simply relate to it
Else it simply adds
To the wistful moments
We called life
Tick-tock as the clock
Unleashes end in
Every beginning of
This new moment.
To feel time again
Rising from death
Embrace dark space
And time is real again
We are mean machines
Captured consciousness
Chaotic, disrupted presences
Vying for belonging
Living on in hopelessness
In a familiar strangeness
Above all, Death is relentless
And dying is not lifelessness.
We are measured extremes,
trying so hard to balance
our lives in weightlessness,
scrounging by on emotions
breaking our meditation,
trusting in faithlessness.
Universe is indefiniteness
boundaries are absurdness.
We are poised river streams,
flowing in chosen directions,
Living and dying to meet
oceans and then fall as rain.
Meandering by, a tamelessness
an epitome of abstractness.
We live as she lives by
a journey of ambitiousness.
We are forgotten dreams
in an eye of imagitiveness
it is discovering nuances
with a look of ancientness.
It is only right to wake up
experience anonymousness
remembering the dreams
live moments of breathlessness.
– sahar
photograph by sahar
I am just a man.
A man without perspective.
I accept or reject nothing
I just see the collective.
Everything is connected.
It’s all relative.
But why should I explain,
Myself to you?
I don’t subscribe
To beliefs or like stuff.
You’ll never know
What I go through.
I have no name, no caste
I’m a godless man
My canvas is vast, and
deep like the oceans.
The definitions, I despise
I am wise, other wise.
I don’t exist in one place,
Neither am I lost on one desire.
Not taking part in any race.
Nor is my thirst,quenching of a fire.
I live as a face of many face.
Feeding a curiosity that’ll never retire.
And I choose all of this
Because I clearly see
The flaws of our language
the way we communicate.
It’s a distortion of meanings
Murder of experiences
Interpretations
misinterpretations.
It is total annihilation
Of something which begins
As a pure thought.
But ends on naught.
It is a task in futility
To teach peace
In a world of violence
I can only spread it.
I choose to remain silent
Live on as the man
Without perspective.
I have seen a
universe of universes,
and a universe of universes
of universes too.
Forgive me if I am
a bit repetitive,
cause I have been through
that cycle too.
They say life is a circle,
it is rather a sphere,
infinities among zeroes
vibrations intersecting everywhere.
you should move on
like I did,
and I am sure you too
will end up somewhere.
It works as
means of extremes.
peacefully laying
down its schemes.
We are little instances
echoes of reminiscences
miniature models
in the grandest themes.
we are nothing but
simply light beams.
we are fair and just
like the stardust
swinging away in space
I am the fading face.
I wonder why ?
my song is sad
my poetry is lonely
my words are mad.
I call it a dark night.
there is no need
to seek the light.
for now darkness shall lead
you to discover its secrets
until the sun rises.
Hit a stone wall
Break a solid rock
Drink the entire ocean
Capture countless stars
Breathe in the space
Exhale out galaxies
Hunt your wilderness
Climb your eagerness
Fight your weakness
Express your meekness
Will on to your dreams
Swim in the icy streams
Die for your lover and
When in pain, don’t scream
Walk, move and run faster
Avert a natural disaster
Go around the world
Give meaning to your word
Give someone a hope
Climb a hill without rope
Sometimes learn to say ‘nope’
Eat the fruit of the sun
Shoot love from a gun
Prey with the cheetah
Walk like a King
Jump in to the ring
Burn fire and wet water
Be magic like Harry Potter
Look up away from the screen
See the places you haven’t seen
Be something which you haven’t been
Read between the lines
And understand what they mean
Discover the fire within
Receive love in giving
Make a paradise on Earth
Let your ideas take birth
Embrace life, kiss death
Leave your legend after
Nothing of you is left.
Mayank "Sahar" Mishra
We are beyond saving,
Beyond hope, beyond magic.
We are beyond our craving,
Spinning a web of life so tragic.
As too much freedom hurts,
the value of beauty is lost.
To reclaim futuristic thrones,
We throng our souls in the past.
Fabricated feelings clog our thoughts,
Unwanted courtesies, formal formalities.
We lose ourselves to ciphering bots,
Identity lost in multiple identities.
We are doomed and devastated,
Uncertain amidst dead certainties.
Denying truth in favour of lies,
Decaying humour makes me weep.
It’s in us humans where the fault lies.
My words find me a little deep.
Enchanted flavours of colourful dreams,
Plastering sympathy on my wounds.
Smokey transitions in melting creams.
Finding myself out of bounds.
Medicating with a self brewed poison,
razored along with spineless victims.
Envying the soul, with caution
Advising my selfless instincts.
– Mayank ‘Sahar’ Mishra.
Whispers of Immortality 