An artist’s chase – seeking you, a poem
Further I went, farther you seemed from my reach. Chasing your impressions on the beach, bench in the park or the empty corners in my library – I could (not) see; I wasn't seeing at all! And you, like…
Let’s be & Let it be!
Unknown paths, uncertain thoughts and unseen faces add more colour to life, wisdom and traces to achieve new hearths to burn yourself up and salvage new worlds, new land! Night rumbles Alok Mishra Saturday, July 2, 2022
Hold the bull by its horn – a poem
Jargon we call life evades more into obscurity with every single strife we make in the elusive direction to hold this bull by its horn. Alok Mishra during a meeting with his research supervisor at Nava Nalanda Mahavihara April 4,…
Truth or lie – a short poem
the idea of truth is a lie if you find it in a rush. sushhh... just pass by. alok mishra 7 January 2020
I see you go away, again! a poem
I see you leave, once again. I see you go away like a stranger turns back on another one. Believe me, there's no pain this time. What was sweet and charming between us is gone, gone with the flow.…
Let me die – a poem
The Chariot Charioteer Archer the perfect arc Finite Infinite Certain Random Sustainer Slayer Let me die; so that I become immortally immune to this wheel of magnanimous eternity. a poem by Alok Mishra
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
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…
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
Poetry Day 2018 – my contribution
My words are not poetry; My life is. Through ups and downs, calm and chaos, suffering and pleasure, and my every strife is poetry.