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 happen!
Dear ‘TIME’
I picked up sand
in both my hand
from the infinite of
his opulent creation.
I wished,
I could undo the Time!
Ah! the motions
always sublime,
nothing to barter or bargain,
it moves; it’s often
insane!
Leaving no choice of mercy
in the merciless quiver
it harbours on its mighty back…
With time,
the sand slipped
and I was left bemused.
Oh!
The remains,
the cherished grains,
should I let them slip
too, in the flux of time?
No,
I shall rather preserve
‘them’
in an hourglass
and notice all ‘those’
fall and fall back,
fall and fall back,
fall back and fall,
fall back and fall,
and the life
shall be invincible of Time…
O’ DEAR ‘TIME’!
Fly O’ Bird
My Heart:
I love the bird,
love her
with all my heart.
My Soul:
But on wings,
she must fly,
fly
fly high
in the sky
and to the far horizon
of
her wilderness
and imagination…
My Heart:
Ah! But my true love,
I will say her
and ask
her not to leave
and thus bereave
my life of life!
My Soul:
Oh! Fool!
Love,
if true,
does never
penetrate through
the rules of limitations.
Even the golden cage
and sweet nectar
are nothing
near
dear freedom
for the bird.
My Heart:
It hurts
seeing her fly!
Tears, come out
of my eye.
I wish really
to hold in my hands
her presence
and hide her shadow from the Sun.
I wish to be
all her limits
and her Horizon!
My Soul:
The wishes of ‘I’
does seldom matter
in love,
listen.
Let your love
true
decide, and wish
the best for your dear.
So,
let not
your love shrink
to her physical charm
and confine her
in your cage of delusion.
The best –
let her fly
and cheer the flap
of her wings!
My Heart:
How cruel is the flow of life!
Why to such two-ways
it brings?
Here I die
and there it sings
happily, the
melancholy song of life…
But you say right,
O Soul Dear,
True Love means to bear
the pain of separation
alone!
Yes,
I will see
the bird begone!
… …. ….. ……
(though
(I shall cry
(and inside,
(even the soul shall weep
(to see her going away.
(But I know,
(a day,
(my love shall repay
(and my bird
(shall fly away
(from the far Horizon
(to me,
(and shall happily sit
(on my shoulders
(and guide me through the journey
(of this multi-facet life!) ………………………… an illusion is all that life needs to be lived by a poet!
So, My Dear Soul
fly
fly high
fly far
soar
and feel the sky!
Now you know
the line
that separates
the public vocation
and your life’s worth…
My love to thee,
O’ bird of me,
is free
of the attachment (as the soul says).
But
Alas!
The eternal torment
……………………………………….. can the soul see?
Fly O’ Bird
Thou fly
and look not behind
for you will find
a never-ending chant
to destiny
(perhaps, life is all but this)
But your life, dear Bird
is FREE… gala and glee. So, delay not
Fly
Fly High
In the WIDE SKY… FLY!
The Rebellious Torment
The world inside you,
often,
wages a war
against
the world outside.
The long
you abide
with –
is, in fact,
what
you call ‘life’.
All the poems appearing on this page are composed by Alok Mishra. Any reproduction needs permission from the owner first.