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She looks into the mirror – a poem

  She bends to see what rubbed her bare foot and picks the petal of that broken rose. She walks close to that mirror and observes her 'another' self. She blushes as touches her lips, cheeks and nose. She looks into her eyes and faces 'her'. She smiles as she blows that petal away and mutters some secret mantra. She showed the mirror to a mirror today and was happy [...]

By | September 8th, 2017|English Poems|2 Comments

Sweet Caprice: A poem

  And then one day, after years of solitude and wounds, I exchanged smiles, thoughts and those emotions which stay behind the worldly attire - clandestine. Did I meet my shadow? So familiar to me but not a part of me, certainly. The breeze; the petals; the flowers and the Sun, Moon and stars, all eager to come and shine. O Caprice! Quicker it came and in quickest was gone! [...]

By | September 3rd, 2017|English Poems|2 Comments

Conundrum – a poem

  Never too close, you were to my heart, the heart which could not be close to my soul, and soul which couldn't be mine ever. What had I to lose? What best could I get? And who defines the loss and gain? Pleasure and pain? Wilderness is sane and sanity in vain... saga of the world I live (and he left way before).

By | August 27th, 2017|English Poems|0 Comments

Soulless, am I?

Did not murder; did not commit some crime. Never abducted the wants of my neighbours and nor did I hunt a tree in its prime. Even on the crossroads, I did not make any deal! Where is my soul? Where is it gone? I do not feel; I do not sympathise; I do not cry when my brothers die and my sisters raped. Where is my soul? Am I the [...]

By | August 19th, 2017|English Poems|1 Comment

Paradigm Shift – A Poem

  Paradigm Shift I see there; I see the light evoking my steps which are caught, tied and stopped by none but myself. I see there; I see the light urging my soul to free itself. But with scars of the fresh wounds on my body, it cannot travel. I see there; I see the light pleading my 'mind' which is at peace with war, almost in an ineffable way [...]

By | August 9th, 2017|English Poems|0 Comments

The World So Far… A Poem

The World So Far... by Alok Mishra   The edge of the earth isn't horrible as the centre has become. We slay just for food as we do for modern faith. Who cares the water on Mars except those who ignore blood on our earth. Countries, continents, wall, newspaper and television all linger through the day but we tend (or pretend?) to forget that old, hungry, feeble man whom we [...]

By | July 10th, 2017|English Poems|2 Comments

Beat My Drum Alone Poem

  Beat My Drum Alone I beat my drum alone most often. Sometimes I tried playing with another and others, but, the tone was sad and dull. Now, I beat my drum alone most often. I walk my road alone most often. Sometimes I tried walking with others, measuring their steps with mine. But the path became tedious, and I walked ahead. Now, I walk my road alone most often. [...]

By | June 24th, 2017|English Poems|3 Comments

Shiva | A Poem

Shiva Shiva destroy 'me' please. Burn 'my & me' to unseen ashes and free 'nothingness' to mingle with YOU. This 'I' needs the Ganges you decorate in your mystifying Jata. Let the holy water wash the ashes, before returning to eternity. O' Shiva, destroy me, please!  

By | June 2nd, 2017|English Poems|0 Comments

Colourless Night – A Poem

Colourless Night Once again I see the occident and the wide horizon, ready to swallow the ruddy ball of light and melt that with the ocean's water. Along the shore, with each step I am getting a year back in those memories once I lived as life. Those whom I lost and those who lost me, I see the sun setting, yet again; they will also see. No mermaids I [...]

By | May 25th, 2017|English Poems|0 Comments

April is no more Cruellest

April wasn’t that cruel this year and ended perfectly. Yes, the warmth of March turned into unbearable heat; still, it was lesser than the feat which people achieved in April. April wasn’t that unholy this year, and said goodbye fairly. Yes, the carcasses of defenders stunk; still, it was too little a pain that that what the ‘pro-poor crusaders’ took in April. April, the month and hours, passed was nothing; [...]

By | May 3rd, 2017|English Poems|0 Comments