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Pattern of Life… a poem

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 lies. You still rise. I still fall. I have never been. I have seen it all already.  

By | November 18th, 2018|A Poem A Day|0 Comments

एक बरस निकल गया – Hindi poem on love’s journey

  कुछ तो था कहीं न कहीं अधूरा मुझमें, और शायद तुम में भी। वर्षों की तन्हाई, एक लम्बी जुदाई, अलग-अलग राहों पे अपने-अपने सफर, अनजान, खोये अपने जीवन में हम-तुम कुछ तो हुआ तुम्हें और फिर मुझे भी की रुकी तुम फिर से उसी मोड़ पे और पुकारा मुझे फिर से गहराई थी, एक ठहराव सा तुम्हारी आवाज में, मानो वर्षों की कहानियाँ कह दी हो तुमने एक लम्हें [...]

By | October 31st, 2018|Love|1 Comment

Nothing will be the same again – poem

  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 when I look down from the second floor. Tonight, the white light is dark to me. Noises are silent and the wind is still. No moon shines. No stars glitter. [...]

By | September 18th, 2018|A Poem A Day|1 Comment

प्रेम बस पाना ही तो नहीं! कविता

  अब कौन कहाँ है? किसे देखूं? प्रश्न किससे करूँ? जख्म हरा है भर जाये शायद, आज कल, महीनों या वर्षों में। पर कौन होगा अब सम्हालने मेरी बिखरती उम्मीदों को? कौन समझेगा मेरे सपनों को? याद है मुझे (तुम्हें भी तो याद होगा ही) कैसे अश्रुधार में, डबडबाती आँखों से देखा था हमने एक-दूसरे को जब हाथ छुड़ाए हमने परिस्थितियों से हारके। सहज सरल सरस बस समझ गए हम [...]

By | September 16th, 2018|Love|3 Comments

when we lost – a poem

That helpless memory of helpless me and you too, helpless and just nothing could we do about it when we had to exit our dreamy world and embrace the rotten garden; yes, once again!   for us both, forever

By | September 14th, 2018|Love|0 Comments

And they won! A Poem

His or her? He or she? Wounds, broken bones, fired skulls, pieces of belly, legs and chopped hands; ah! a superpower won the war. a poem by Alok Mishra

By | August 4th, 2018|Caprice|2 Comments

Familiar Stranger – Love & Mystery – Poem

Why should I stop this ever-unsung tune of warmth of this strange coldness that brings our love closer when I hold you just beneath my breath and your lips give salvation to mine and properly, carefully enshrine the bodies which pleasantly cage our happy souls and after all this, I think never to pull the curtain because we need to be free and to be free we need this mystery [...]

By | August 2nd, 2018|Love|0 Comments

Fear of Life – Perspective Poetry

Life in me, at times, fears the life in you. Though I do surmise but you can find it true for obvious reasons. You have life; I have too. Still, life in me fears the life in you.   by Alok Mishra dedicated to all those who 'fear'

By | July 1st, 2018|Caprice|0 Comments

कविता तुम हो – Hindi Poem

  कवि हूँ या नहीं मैं दुनिया बाद में निर्णय कर ले पर मेरी कविताओं की तो आत्मा तुम हो शब्द मेरे भले ही उभरते कागजों पे हों एक-एक शब्द की वासना तुम हो तुम हो तो मैं हूँ और है मेरी कविता इस प्रेम के सूरदास की उपासना तुम हो!   by Alok Mishra  dedicated to M

By | June 23rd, 2018|Love|3 Comments

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  

By | June 8th, 2018|Caprice|5 Comments