Complicated Poetry
Honestly, when was I last seen? Heard? Vacant ecstasy shallow joy emptiness stuffed; when did I last feel? Eternity lamb shepherd flow reel. Who cares what! by Alok Mishra
Vision, day and night
The clock ticks time passes and sound fades into the vacuum of the night. Electric bulb glows but not like a day’s sun. A limited light, yes, it offers a vision with more limits. I cannot see beyond my roof…
Doubts – a poem
Is the world real? Are the sages true? Am I what I am? Doubts The more I inquire more do I despair but inquiry is freedom - freedom takes me to slavery. Am I free? Ever Doubts by Alok
I live like this!
Read the poem I live like this by Alok Mishra below. Make sure you add a comment if you have something to say. I live like this! betrothed to life and flirting with death, days pass by; I live and…
That February – a poem
December has gone, long ago, and I am alone once more because you have turned your eyes from me once again. January passed like a feeble man on death bed passes away sans noise and movement. And February is here,…
You say you love; but with a voice – John Keats – Poetry Analysis
"You say you love; but with a voice" is a love poem by John Keats which is believed to be composed in the year 1817 most probably while some scholars also claim that the year may well be 1818. There…
Life and Death – a short poem
I wasn't aware when death threw her silky snare and neither did I try to realise when I died eventually. Dilemma delusion dogma and never I knew when was last that I lived either.
Another New Year – 2018! Poem
And it begins once again like a usual pain which puts my heart on the altar of a calendar change every last day of a year. Whom are we fooling?
a message for my love…
Sunshine the winter sky blue and wide blue wind rushes sweeping the lousy leaves fallen off trees and my memories too. Life - loss and gain pleasure and pain draught and rain and every summer is followed by this winter,…
Stranger – a poem
Stranger, why does your shadow linger day and night and reminds me of the super-subconscious desire? Do I know you? Don't I really know you? Stranger, why does your silhouette appear even in the shadowy evenings when eyes seldom differentiate…