“Among few things there is no binding,

no divisions, neither any surrounding

Life is round , so is the world,

So went the last year in rounding

Measured quantities of sharp emotions

with discontent and hued notions.

Becoming more mechanic each day.

I survive and dine on potions..

it all went, it all then came…

There was happiness, there was pain

What stayed was the worthless moment,

passed away often in vain !

wisdom arrived disguised in experiences,

cruel and striking at the heart,

taking away each time 

a part of me cut apart.

The raging past reminds me again

to redeem that which was lost

To rise and walk again

and bury the sins of the past.”

                        – Mayank ‘sahar’ Mishra