The Village Blacksmith: Poem Analysis & Summary
I am a huge fan of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow outside the ambit of the literary circle and a great admirer of him within it. He is a poet who acts often as a preacher always telling us which way to…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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.…
The Hawk’s Melancholy
The Hawk's Melancholy a poem by Alok Mishra A dried reservoir a lacking effort a failed creation a dead day dream an incomplete journey an empty completeness still the day rises, day after day; still the night falls, night after…
Budha? The Escapist? Poem
Buddha – the escapist? The old man selling tea, Young men with office-burden Decorated on their back Walk on the road And I walk the same Thinking of world, wisdom and woe. Heavy steps I raise Nearing the door of…