When you are all alone
And once in a while,
A candid thought or
A nostalgic feeling
Curves your lips up
That’s the best smile
When you are happy
Amidst a crackling laugh
Little pearls roll down the eye
You do both, laugh and cry
Trust me in all this madness
That’s the best form of sadness
We are beyond saving,
Beyond hope, beyond magic.
We are beyond our craving,
Spinning a web of life so tragic.
As too much freedom hurts,
the value of beauty is lost.
To reclaim futuristic thrones,
We throng our souls in the past.
Fabricated feelings clog our thoughts,
Unwanted courtesies, formal formalities.
We lose ourselves to ciphering bots,
Identity lost in multiple identities.
We are doomed and devastated,
Uncertain amidst dead certainties.
Denying truth in favour of lies,
Decaying humour makes me weep.
It’s in us humans where the fault lies.
My words find me a little deep.
Enchanted flavours of colourful dreams,
Plastering sympathy on my wounds.
Smokey transitions in melting creams.
Finding myself out of bounds.
Medicating with a self brewed poison,
razored along with spineless victims.
Envying the soul, with caution
Advising my selfless instincts.
– Mayank ‘Sahar’ Mishra.
Featured photograph is an artwork ©Prabal Pandey, the link to his pictures is here http://www.flickr.com/prabalpandey
Don’t believe in my words
And neither in the proverbs
Experiences of others’ lives
For me they are all half-lies
If you can, then find your own
Calling, that will take you to the Unknown
Don’t give in to the pressure
Or to the soft praises in the air.
Try not to be bamboozled
Forget all you have heard.
Dive deepest, climb the highest.
If still unsatisfied, keep on the quest.
Don’t trust in luck and quotes
They are just asymptotes
Fine lines, near and far
If you can, find love in war.
Stray off, wander away.
In the safety of risks, make your way.
Do not follow blindly
Always, keep questioning silently
Keep alive the child inside
For he knows little
He is you in becoming
The core of your mettle
Do not walk my path
For it may not be your own
Don’t think my thoughts
Don’t carry my loan
Don’t read this poem
Go write your own.
-Mayank Mishra (sahar)