I love you, and my fair share of countless encounters with you that always grant me a few moments of truth, the true freedom I experience entering from one prison to another, and another, again, to bear the fruits of…
Jargon we call life evades more into obscurity with every single strife we make in the elusive direction to hold this bull by its horn. Alok Mishra during a meeting with his research supervisor at Nava Nalanda Mahavihara April 4,…
It's blue or at least for the eyes that see it from down here, standing on the earth. Since birth, it should have been so and from the times I could see and realise things so and so, unchanged…
Hello, my dear readers! It is more than a joy to share with you all that my latest poetry collection, Moving for Moksha, has come out today. Moving for Moksha is a collection of 14 poems, 14 cryptic images and…
silent words dry tears sad sorrows empty crowd dark sunlight enduring torment unreal reality phoney truth deluding illusion i will climb the tree with roots above, in the sky and will never come down to have that fruit …
I see you leave, once again. I see you go away like a stranger turns back on another one. Believe me, there's no pain this time. What was sweet and charming between us is gone, gone with the flow.…
Avowed and yet disowned; won and yet lost; flying and yet trapped; loved and yet alone; a silent tongue that makes much noise and defeats my deaf ears, and my body that does not soothe my soul anymore but still,…
The Chariot Charioteer Archer the perfect arc Finite Infinite Certain Random Sustainer Slayer Let me die; so that I become immortally immune to this wheel of magnanimous eternity. a poem by Alok Mishra
It strikes; you wish or not. It does strike - the vehement anguish of knowing everything that was, is and will be ahead. I saw your rise. I see my fall. Surmise. I knew always. My truth is beyond your…
The street lamp emits white and cold light tonight, as usual. It's 2 AM. Dogs bark and tear the breast of silent street, like every other night. I explore the corridor occasionally. Either happiness or sadness embraces my heart…
