Fellow poets, short story writers and authors
We have established a new journal online
www.ashvamegh.net
you can submit your poems, essays, or any
genre over there.

First issue will come in February,
SO o Poets,
Be in hurry!

See you there

Blinded by your beauty,
Struck I am of the glow
From fulgent your eyes;
Deliver me to salvation
With your kiss!

Scared; must you be,
We are going to be one.
The Moon and the Sun
Will meet on the Horizon!
Take my hands and feel
The chasm - of heart's emotions...

Inspired by Marc Terenzi's love song: Love to be loved by you.

Span of Life

Come; rise and stand before we sleep forever.
Act now; dream now; pursue your passion;
The eternal truth leaves none, fool or clever,
Waits that for everyone- the inevitable ‘Passion.’

Set your eyes to the aim,
Put life in your name,
Fame you get or not,
Crave not for some defame!

Truth, that people love life so dearly.
In their loving, they lose it nearly!
Left are the ‘wise’ pursuits and they fall
In their graves, to that, they throughout stroll!

Rise; before your fall abrupt to decay
And come on the mirth in a new way…

Alok Mishra

Mighty Death


O’ Death! Who can ‘ail’ thy ‘icy hands’?
Who canst challenge thy perpetual realm
Lingering over the oceans, vales, and sands?
Truth, like the insane humanity, thou dost not overwhelm,
Thou dost not forget thy duties and the eternal truth!

O’ Death! Who can ride thy mighty wings?
Thou alone canst fly with thy bulk so huge.
Thy shadow, the black herm, with herself brings
The call of eternal kingdom; thou with marred fuse!
Thou art the conspicuous truth; Death thou art eternal!

O’ Death! Thou dost die every moment
To be immortal in every ‘speaking monument’;
Death, thou art immortal and forever true;
Thou art the bliss soul passes through!




Alok Mishra

The Rainbow
‘My heart leaps up when I behold’
‘A rainbow in the sky’
Filled with seven colours, the story untold,
Hanging there still, so high,
‘So was it when my life began,’
‘So is it’ now I am insane,
‘So it be’ when I shall grow demon
‘Or let me die’ in my insanity, my venom.
‘The child is the father of man’
And how could I wish my days to be
‘Bond by each to each in natural piety,’
If I could not check my desires,
When I could not hold to the truth
That every father is the child’s prey!

Alok Mishra