Classical Dilemma | A Poem
Should I? Shouldn't I? The sand falls. Pendulum swings with passing seconds. Lo! I lose; but should I submit my inability to make the move? Should I wait for the sands to fall? Or should I respond to the…
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…
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…
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…
Story of My Marijuana – Modernist Poem
I smoke ink to end my craving; inhale life and omit imagination; when on high dosage, I might, too, excel the reality… such is the story of my marijuana! This is a modernist poem (if I may say so) linking…
The Mute City Night | Poem
The Mute City Night The night roars in its mute voice! City walks; city sleeps; city makes love, and city murders. The night roars in its mute voice! City lies on the footpath amid the mist and fog that…
Sudden Thoughts | Poem
Sudden Thoughts All those, in fact, tantamount, and I count, construe and discern the hours, minutes, seconds and days, plenty or one? Bright light or pleasant horizon? Well, now I know... At times, we are compelled to reciprocate to our…
Poem on Humanity Who Am I
A Poem on Humanity by Alok Mishra Who am I? I sleep on the bed called earth; I cover myself from cold and sun with the cloth called sky. I came from the land of terror; I could barely…
Poems by Alok Mishra
Poems by me, yes, Alok Mishra I am publishing some of my recent poems in this post. I hope you will like these creations. For me, poetry comes everywhere, every time... you do not need to wait for poetry to…