Time Again

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

  • sahar

Who We Are.

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

A Man Without Perspective 

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.

  • Mayank ‘Sahar’ Mishra

Multiverse

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.

Ride A Storm 

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 

Darkness

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.

Featured Poetry- by Henson Towne

Sometimes the best feelings are expressed in the simplest words. Just like Da Vinci spoke, “Simplicity is the best sophistication.”

This poem narrates the tragic scenario of two young friends getting separated and ultimately end up never saying hello again..

Around the Corner
Around the corner I have a friend,
in this great city that has no end.
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
and before I know it, a year is gone.

And I never see my old friends face,
for life is swift and a terrible race.
He knows I like him just as well,
as in the days when I rang his bell.

And he rang mine, if we were younger then,
and now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.

“Tomorrow” I say,” I will call on Jim”… ”
Just to show that I’m thinking of him”.
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
and distance between us grows.

Around the corner!- yet miles away,
“here’s a telegram sir” “Jim died today”.
And thats what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend.

by: Henson Towne

I have been there..!

I was lost in deeper pursuits,

in canopied labyrinths and mountain blues

looking for life in larger pictures,

while it rested in the mildest details.

 

I was lost in luxuries and leather,

life greeted me in simplicity and feather

i have shifted names and lives

tamed spirits and stripes,

 

i have been a wonderer

neither lost or found…

rumoured a great mysteries,

formed  a million grounds

 

I have tested faith and God,

and found them dispensable

of all things that happen to us,

only we are responsible.

 

I have been to the other side,

and we are not alone.

Long after even when we are dust,

they shall never be gone.

 

 

 

  •    sahar

 

A beautiful Poem by Pablo Neruda

I was lucky and fortunate enough to come across this beautiful poem today morning while reading an article in the newspaper. Though I should share it with everyone.

You start dying slowly – By Pablo Neruda

You start dying slowly
if you do not travel,
if you do not read,
If you do not listen to the sounds of life,
If you do not appreciate yourself.

You start dying slowly
When you kill your self-esteem;
When you do not let others help you.

You start dying slowly
If you become a slave of your habits,
Walking everyday on the same paths…
If you do not change your routine,
If you do not wear different colours
Or you do not speak to those you don’t know.

You start dying slowly
If you avoid to feel passion
And their turbulent emotions;
Those which make your eyes glisten
And your heart beat fast.

You start dying slowly
If you do not change your life when you are not satisfied with your job, or with your love,
If you do not risk what is safe for the uncertain,
If you do not go after a dream,
If you do not allow yourself,
At least once in your lifetime,
To run away from sensible advice…

~ Pablo Neruda

Time.

Time is a fascinating concept
Growing with us, on us.
Like a great controller
Adjusting things, making changes.
Rolling the dice,it shifts characters
In and out of life and death.
We are so believing in it’s game
that we measure our lives with it.
Past and future are non existent.
You never see them come and
You never see them go.
It’s our own creation that keeps us busy.
Our own ‘time’ that haunts us.
First man learnt to measure a day
Then came hours,minutes and it went on.
Can’t you see we are all racing
equipped with rocket fuels and roaring engines
we are bound for sure destruction.
While man will always be caught
between past and future.
I will let you in on a secret.
There is only one time
and that is now and
it will always be so.