Smile and Sadness

When you are all alone

And once in a while,

A candid thought or

A nostalgic feeling

Curves your lips up

That’s the best smile

And

When you are happy

Amidst a crackling laugh

Little pearls roll down the eye

You do both, laugh and cry

Trust me in all this madness

That’s the best form of sadness

  • Sahar

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

It’s About You.

It’s not your style until you define it.
You don’t know it until you find it.

There is no road unless you take one
no path until you make one
No dream until you create one
No life until you appreciate one.
No journey unless you begin one

There is no going until it’s tough
No struggle to remember if it’s not rough

No tears to cry if there is no loss
No victory is decided on coin toss

No luck no destiny if you aren’t brave
No ambition unless there’s a desire to crave.

No friends no family unless it’s you,
You don’t preach unless you are through.
What I say, it all is true,
But you have to find it for you.

An Excuse for not Writing. 


If you are a writer of any sort and looking for excuses to placate yourself over not writing enough or not updating your blogs frequently enough, here are some which I use upon myself regularly. 

-> Some days it is simply writer’s block which could stretch on for an indefinite period of time. 

-> Some days the ‘writer’ is the ‘block’. 

-> Some days the will to write is interrupted constantly by the realisation of a lack of experience about the subject. 

-> Some days the environment isn’t just so good and conducive to produce good words on paper which convey meaning. 

-> Some days we writers just don’t wanna write.  That’s when we are busy experiencing so we can write about it later. 

-> Some days our creativity is just not activated enough to give the desired output, so we decide to lay off the typewriter. 

-> Some days , like all great literary geniuses, we undergo self- criticism and understand that our work isn’t good enough thereby tearing off or burning away whatever we write. 
Ok, enough excuses for not writing.  

If you liked my excuses and feel with them, do let me know. 

I know.

I know,

When I am writing,

What I feel.

Or is it simply to heal

A wound, an emptiness.

I know when I am writing,

for love or for lust.

I know and I must,

When I am writing.

There are eyes,

pointing everywhere.

And I am all yet none

I know I am the one

who deals in

games of persuasion.

But I am all,

that was and shall be,

because I know

when I am writing.,

the truth of the fact.

Or revealing more lies,

It all comes around

with the process of destruction

we shall reap on ourselves

and because of it.

I know I am writing,

and it all is merely a giant wheel,

and I am a tiny cog

stuck in this system of deals.

 

Do not! 

Featured photograph is an artwork ©Prabal Pandey, the link to his pictures is here http://www.flickr.com/prabalpandey

Do not.

Don’t believe in my words
And neither in the proverbs
Experiences of others’ lives
For me they are all half-lies
If you can, then find your own
Calling, that will take you to the Unknown

Don’t give in to the pressure
Or to the soft praises in the air.
Try not to be bamboozled
Forget all you have heard.
Dive deepest, climb the highest.
If still unsatisfied, keep on the quest.

Don’t trust in luck and quotes
They are just asymptotes
Fine lines, near and far
If you can, find love in war.
Stray off, wander away.
In the safety of risks, make your way.

Do not follow blindly
Always, keep questioning silently
Keep alive the child inside
For he knows little
He is you in becoming
The core of your mettle

Do not walk my path
For it may not be your own
Don’t think my thoughts
Don’t carry my loan
Don’t read this poem
Go write your own.

-Mayank Mishra (sahar)

My Truth

My truth,
shall be my own.
Experienced, trusted and
proved by myself.
it shall not be borrowed, not read in a book,
neither heard from someone else.
It shall not be rehearsed or
veiled under depth of lies.
My truth, shall be bright and clear,
like the bold sun in the skies.
Free from bias of gender, caste and religions.
My truth shall be fixed, unchanging with the seasons.
Once and for all,
it shall need no revisions.
Not flashy, neither catchy yet captivating.
My truth shall triumph when I may be failing.
Free from morals and free from malice.
My truth shall stand without an accomplice.

– Mayank Mishra