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
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
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'
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
My words are not poetry; My life is. Through ups and downs, calm and chaos, suffering and pleasure, and my every strife is poetry.
Read the poem I live like this by Alok Mishra below. Make sure you add a comment if you have something to say. I live like this! betrothed to life and flirting with death, days pass by; I live and I will die. poem for 9th February 2018 Alok Mishra