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Intelligent or Intelligence – which came before? A Poem

silence is all the noise I can hear; nothingness is all the pain I can bear; the coat is tattered I wore, and I have nothing that I can tear. unholy. evenly rude and corrupt. can I even curse my fate? ah! it harps again and my ears burn; my eyes cannot speak, ah any more! the ever-rising ocean drunk all it could. who is still alive at the shore? [...]

By |2019-11-16T04:37:58+05:30November 1st, 2019|A Poem A Day|0 Comments

The Beauty of Human Heart – A poem

  No pain is greater than the beauty of human heart! It carries on - stagnates, falters but carries on. Moving on might be difficult for the prisoner trapped in the clay of earth and caricature of mirth; but oh, human heart! You being the idea in imagination control the original idea... perfection of God's art - No pain is greater than the beauty of human heart!   alok mishra [...]

By |2019-09-17T02:09:25+05:30September 17th, 2019|A Poem A Day|0 Comments

स्वतंत्रता के प्रहरी – Independence Day Poem – Hindi

  विपक्ष के शोर और सत्तापक्ष की गर्जन, झुलसते मेघ और ठिठुरती धूप, पिघलते हिम और हिम-मग्न होता लावा, गतिमान पृथ्वी और अनंत आकाश साक्षी हैं इनके प्रताप के जिनके सिंह समान अडिग और अविरल साहस से समग्र संसार हतप्रभ और अचंभित है - यही तो हैं, यही तो हैं हमारी अमूल्य स्वतंत्रता के निःस्वार्थ प्रहरी! हर बाण के घाव से जिनकी चौड़ी छाती, शत्रुओं के इतिहास से गहरी जिनकी [...]

By |2019-09-13T05:12:07+05:30August 15th, 2019|A Poem A Day|0 Comments

I move on (every night) – A poem

  A can of RedBull (or mostly Monster), a few pages scattered on my table with MacBook Air emitting its low light and this is the usual sight on every usual night. A fight for survival or survival for the fight? Lust for the past and indifference to future make my life lifeless or just further my agenda to live. Unknown to me, stranger to myself, I move on (every [...]

By |2019-09-13T05:12:07+05:30August 6th, 2019|A Poem A Day|0 Comments

Awakening to the fall – a poem

Time flies, as usual, at its usual pace and hearts beat inside us all. We know the truth; we know what lies that side of the wall but still we vow to break it down. Yes, when we know truth is bitter, we just spit on its face and once again (like many times before) embrace the insidious lie and torture our poor little souls. It's good that we know [...]

By |2019-09-13T05:12:07+05:30August 5th, 2019|A Poem A Day|0 Comments

The Castle of Love has fallen! A Poem

  It's a night decorated with clouds that bring myriad hopes for rain. I see the Moon. Who will see my pain? I travelled through miserable caves, through destinations unheard. I prayed all that my wisdom revered. Alas! The castle of love has fallen. The glory and glee bite the dust. It begins; the rain - bathed in the fragrance of my subversion! I am the debris of myself. I [...]

By |2019-09-13T05:12:09+05:30June 23rd, 2019|A Poem A Day|0 Comments

Relics of our love…

  Relics of our love Somewhere, some random night in my random dream, I sit under the tree that stands beside a shallow pond of pure water - fish, flowers and ripples. I scratch my skinny soul. I try to find someone in the solitude of my dream; I could find if we were two - we are but one, what could I do? Weary, heavy, suppressed with the burden [...]

By |2019-09-13T05:12:09+05:30June 10th, 2019|A Poem A Day|0 Comments

Momentary vs Eternal – Love

These walls, the distance and the pain are momentary, illusionary and ugly. Believe me, once again on the clouds you will ride and come to my world, to meet me on that side. Let fate have this round and rejoice, dear, our time awaits us not here but there - the world of our choice. The world is full of truth and lies; well, I see nothing beyond your eyes. [...]

By |2019-09-13T05:12:09+05:30May 28th, 2019|A Poem A Day|0 Comments

My fall will see you rise

  My ambition, perhaps, was a little late and I might accept it, unwillingly, as my unfortunate fate. As I walk into the ocean of the infinite, I realise it will be (and has to be) an eternal fight (to death). A sudden day, I'll fall - have no surmise. But look into my eyes and remember that my fall will see you rise!   by alok mishra

By |2019-09-13T05:12:09+05:30May 27th, 2019|A Poem A Day|0 Comments