A Poet
Call me nothing,
I am a poet.
The beast
Wild and wise
Roaming for grass
In the waste land.

Alok Mishra
Tuesday, 28 October 2014

For YOU

‘My love is like a red red rose.’

Immortal love, the weakest strength of human
Heart caught me in the fancy fang,
And like every struck ***** it sang
Like the drunk soul in cupid’s lane…

‘Oh love! How perfect is thy mystic art!’

Bared chest in bitter wind it wanders
With heaven’s bliss in the heart,
As if the aim of life is to love
And nothing more stands in its part!

‘It sings amid the pearls of glorious sorrows.’

In the sweet shadow of your grace,
I love being in love with you.
When on my heart you hide your face,
I am Love, I say; I say true.

Thursday, 21 November 2013

The Eternal Journey

He kept moving in haste with no pauses
In his way, perhaps, eternal way
That walked sans sorrows, no joy, no applauses
To be remembered or to say
To other walkers of that way
Who moved without fear or being prey
To the momentary residences they did stay!

Alok Mishra

Nostalgia
Once man thought
Why stars blink?
The next sought
Why things sink?
Then man won
The mysteries many,
Has man shown
The feelings any?
The minds grew,
Hearts did shrink;
Always in nostalgia
Think, think, think.

Alok Mishra

Perpetual Love

Eternal is the woe of love
That Human race always suffer.
Cupid’s sharp arrows from heaven above
Decide the hearts to indulge and confer.

Starting from the blinking eyes
Then sinking deep in eager heart,
Tell any soul if it oblivion lies,
Who could escape the Eros’ pleasing dart!

Love- the only hope a soul has
To cross the circumference of ‘lust’
And end the venture of insane phase;
Then, at last, rise from the mortal dust…

To please, to redeem, to comfort and enlighten,
Love is only the truth that redeems and brighten.

Alok Mishra