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
Into The Wild.
Last night I had a chance to see ‘Into the Wild’ again. It is an amazing movie and depicts something which I have always wanted to do.
“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more.”
– LORD BYRON
A war, a journey, a thought.
For long I have been fooled
over its vicious tunes I drooled.
For too long I have fought my heart.
And I always return to the start.
My journey ends where I began,
nothing ever goes according to plan.
I have tried and now I know,
nothing is certain, follow the flow.
For long I believed in what I was told,
Very soon another world did unfold,
Before my eyes, a certain flow,
a gust of wind, a speck to blow.
You can always return to the start
and start again, just don’t halt.
For long I have been writing these wars,
different pens, papers and ink jars.
The time is now to make peace and verse,
and to vibrate as one with the universe.
The Gift Wrapped Poetry
Game of Nature
© Mayank Mishra
Page designed in Corel Draw by Mayank Mishra
Poem ‘Game of Nature’ written by Mayank Mishra
in the pic Mayank Misha,
PC: Aakash Singh Sengar
Ode to Nature
How the seasons change?
With them the colours,
the trees,the animals and the skies.
How the days and nights go on?
In an eternal cycle.
Melting into each other.
In the day the sun,
replenishing ,re-energising,brings light.
a canvas of colours blending.
Masterpieces of nature emerging.
Then the night falls
and swiftly comes the band of stars,
lead by the moon.
The clouds hiding it
and sometimes giving it away.
A game,a sort of child’s play.
How the wind blows?
Carrying on its wings,
the message of rain,
which arrives soon
hidden within clouds,
which burst open,
stabbed by thunders.
How the snow falls?
Like little stars falling from sky,
only they remained so little.
Melting at a finger’s touch
How the time moves?
Ever so silently,
yet announcing itself aloud
Centuries,decades,years,months,weeks and days
and their hours and minutes,
passing away into tiny seconds.
every moment ticking away,
leaving change behind it.
How beautiful the universe is?
Never could it be captured in words,
no matter how deeply they are written.
For it can only be seen and felt,
with two eyes and a heart,
which is one with it.
Game of Nature.
Evening melted and night lit up,
Shining stars and glistening lamps.
Far far away a fire blazed
In its light I sat amazed.
The world is all but fixed
Nature is playing its tricks
Day and night all over again,
Sun and the moon dance in a game.
Further away an ocean roared,
As wave after wave swept the sand
Again I realize, the world is all but fixed
As i watched the name in sand disappear.
In the farthest point I could see,
After which i could see no more,
I saw it all and watched it all,
Till i could see none anymore
The evening melted into the night,
the night into the light
And the music of nature played on.