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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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

Among the Ordinary.

It is interesting to observe,
that the ordinary is so beautiful.
Yet it is always hidden
from our eyes, while we go on
looking around for a better world.
In our minds rests the ground,
where one can grow and nurture,
the forests of happiness.
The rains after years of patience,
shall fall over this forest.
And when the trees grow tall,
their shade will cool your mind.
You will enjoy the fruits of perseverance.
While your time obeys your will,
the wounds you inflicted on
yourself shall heal.
The fresh air will clean away the stale,
the greenery shall sweep aside the pale.
Within these dark woods,
deep within, alight your fire.
And keep the flame burning,
so that one day you can
burn the forest down.
To start anew,
because it is poison to stop.
Or stick to a single perspective,
or come to a halt.
For we must always evolve,
into something better.
But what if we cannot ?
Do not worry then my friend,
as it always takes extra,
to be ordinary and yet,
soar above all the rest,
while you rule your own mind.

– sahar (Mayank Mishra)