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

A Poem About Two Lovers

She loved a shadow,
a shade, a dark fighter in a glade
All out of focus and fade.
He was a mirage lurking to vanish
A dream unsynced out of a wish
He was too willing to surrender
A laughter too old to remember
So far out beneath the thunder
He meditates silently

She loved a perception
A procedural deception
A situation came after
When he took no laughter
In his words or deeds
And he never cared about tomorrow
And always spoke of sorrow.
Of joys there was no need
To several pretends he rarely paid heed

She loved unreal things
She made it possible, her offerings.
She chose him and he, her
That imagination came first
And everything else after.
He played little roles
Worked towards little goals.
Getting closer every day
Being gentle every way.

However the darkness shall hold on
Even when she and him are gone
Long after, the same story shall be retold.
The legends die after they become old.
He saved her from the darkness
By bearing it all inside
Just seek and hide
He looked in her eyes
She looked beneath the lies

He was the end of fear and anger
She was the beginning of something beautiful
He was the end of desires and stranger
She was the very definition of being dutiful.