Little Bird… A Poem
A bird, a nest on a tree and the sky – emancipation, as free as you could be! Poor little bird couldn't think, couldn't see and as it had in the decree of fate, a dependent home and freedom seemed…
श्री राम मंदिर – हमारी सभ्यता! विजय – poem on Ram Mandir
पधारो प्रभु! हे मनोहर! चित जीते आपहु युग विगत, अब जीते आपहु चिन्ह, जनम जो लेही, कौशल्या-खेली, सिया संग वन-उपवन धावे; हे प्रभु, अब पुनः विराजो, आओ अयोध्या अब भूल विसारो, आपही अब तो आश दिखावो! निष्प्राण, असहाय, दीन-हीन…
Truth that I know & know to ignore it!
Understanding the curls of fortune is difficult! Some go wavering and some keep wandering on the paths uncertain, sans goal. Truth! An art of deception that Shiva engineered to keep us away of Kailash and yet, in constant search…
Shiva, destroy me! A Poem
ॐ नमः शिवाय Shiva! Destroy me with your trident and let the spirit revel in the chaos of your dance which engulfs, just by a glance, almost everything that we can think. ॐ नमः शिवाय alok mishra
Perceptions – beyond & above
Changing patterns may change the DNA and create an entirely absurd species of life. Will it live? Go ask those who strive only to do these random acts of bullshit and pull the plugs of life from many living…
Brahmins and their Janeu – the Kashmir Murders
"Poor Brahmins, forget your Gods "and let go your Dharma or be ready to killed inhumanly." Shouted the cruelty's embodiment from the throne. Sikandar Shah Miri, the savage Sultan of Kashmir was eager to murder the most peaceful of…
Palghar: the dead Sadhus – a poem
Unshaken, calm and hopeful the old saint, a sadhu as we say, looked hopeful with the guard by his side before he lay unconscious on the ground, pushed to death untimely by the savage beasts dancing and shouting to…
We all have the same path… poem
iPhone 11? I got that. Latest MacBook Air? I got that too. Costly suits? I have many. Can I peep into tomorrow? Do I have any tools to alter what is to happen to me or you? I am…
To the women in my life… Women’s day 2020 poem
No matter you have stayed a moment or two, a week or month or a year or two, for a decade or lifelong – you made me who I am, a kind and soft man and when needed, too…
Hold it before it falls and shatters – A poem
Where is my water? Drinking water that my grandmother carried home in pitcher from the well not far of our house made of woods and earth. (Mother Earth! You have seen enough, haven't you, yet?) Cold drink, wine, whiskey,…