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

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. 

                                       – sahar 

Game of Nature

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© 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.

The evening,
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.