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

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SHIVA IN YOU



Atop the Kailasha
amidst snow and cold
sat a hermit
with his eyes closed
indifferent to differences
unaware of appearances
abiding by no laws
never taking a pause
from his deep meditation
lost in deep contemplation
clad in tiger skin
all animals his kin
a snake garland
ash on forehead
destroyer and life-giver
the hermit was Shiva
rejected and an outcast
never dwells on his past
neither a teacher, nor a preacher
never thinking of the future
he is guileless and tough
lost and unbound
if you look hard enough
within you, he may be found
to be like Shiva
all you need to do
is open that third eye
and take a view
if you can
wield his trident
strike down every impediment
which stands between you
and the Shiva in you.
– Mayank ‘Sahar’ Mishra

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Shiva in you 

Atop the kailasha
amidst snow and cold

sat a hermit

with his eyes closed

indifferent to differences

unaware of appearances

abiding by no laws

never taking a pause

from his deep meditation

lost in deep contemplation

clad in tiger skin

all animals his kin

a snake garland

ash on forehead

destroyer and life-giver

the hermit was Shiva

rejected and an outcast

never dwells on his past

neither a teacher, nor a preacher

never thinking of the future

he is guileless and tough 

lost and unbound

if you look hard enough

within you, he may be found

to be like Shiva

all you need to do

is open that third eye

and take a view

if you can 

wield his trident

strike down every impediment

which stands between you

and the Shiva in you.