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

Who We Are.

We are mean machines
Captured consciousness
Chaotic, disrupted presences
Vying for belonging
Living on in hopelessness
In a familiar strangeness
Above all, Death is relentless
And dying is not lifelessness.

We are measured extremes,
trying so hard to balance
our lives in weightlessness,
scrounging by on emotions
breaking our meditation,
trusting in faithlessness.
Universe is indefiniteness
boundaries are absurdness.

We are poised river streams,
flowing in chosen directions,
Living and dying to meet
oceans and then fall as rain.
Meandering by, a tamelessness
an epitome of abstractness.
We live as she lives by
a journey of ambitiousness.

We are forgotten dreams
in an eye of imagitiveness
it is discovering nuances
with a look of ancientness.
It is only right to wake up
experience anonymousness
remembering the dreams
live moments of breathlessness.

– sahar
photograph by sahar

Resolute

There I was
In the darkness
Of the lovely night
And my shady brother
breaking the first of my last resolutions.

Together
Hammered
Hand in hand
With fleeting desires
Breaking past the uncounted revolutions.

I was freeing
Myself, from my soul
I hope to destroy
Myself and make me again
Dreaming ahead of the quiet demolitions.

Rebuilding I am
A making, a beginning
Misguided in the unknown
I am a ‘knowing’ myself
Beginning at the hint of all tribulations.

                                         

            -Mayank ‘sahar’ Mishra

3 Day Quote Challenge – Day 3

I have been nominated by Rupanjal Patowary’s blog for the 3 Day Quote Challenge. I am so overwhelmed by the nomination. It means a lot to me. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

TODAY IS THE DAY 3.

The rules to be followed are:

  • Thank the person who nominated you.
  • Post a quote for 3 consecutive days.
  • Nominate 3 new bloggers everyday.

The quote for today: DAY 3

“UNIVERSE IS VIBRATIONAL. –  This quote is not mine but was told to me by Vibhu Pandey

The next three bloggers that i nominate are:

  1. https://peacecup.net/
  2. Natalie
  3. https://lemanshots.wordpress.com/

Do not! 

Featured photograph is an artwork ©Prabal Pandey, the link to his pictures is here http://www.flickr.com/prabalpandey

Do not.

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)

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.