"mishra" poems
Oh motherland, at your feet
may all moments of my life lie sacrificed
This strength of my youth, these breaths,
All are surrendered to you
To protect your honour
I would forego hundred lifetimes
I would either embrace death or
vanquish your enemies
Touching your feet in reverence
I take this solemn oath
until the end of my life
I would be loyal to you
Those who have died in your lap
their spirits bask in eternal happiness
*Oh motherland, at your feet
may all moments of my life lie sacrificed*
My mother tells me
I will go on without you
bearing the pain of your passing
by turning my heart into stone
However, if in your lifetime
there is a threat to this country
and being fearless you do not
fight this threat, my son,
then, I will think, I birthed
poison instead of life
or that my nourishment
did not give enough strength
Listening to these words
my head lies forever bowed
*Oh motherland, at your feet
may all moments of my life lie sacrificed*
It is not only said by my mother
but all mothers of this country
to give birth to a Narsimh
they bear difficult pangs of labour
Those brave warriors who wrote
history with their life blood
carry their images in your heart
and placing your hand there, promise,
you will forsake everything else
at the call of your motherland
Your body, soul and life
surrendered to your country
*Oh motherland, at your feet
may all moments of my life lie sacrificed*
Narsimh - an avatar of the Hindu god Vishnu,often visualised as having a human torso and lower body, with a lion face and claws. He is known primarily as the 'Great Protector' who specifically defends and protects his devotees in times of need.
Translation is given by karishma ji
Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 7:21 AM UTC
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
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 6:31 AM UTC
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
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 10:57 PM UTC
(Before read
Abhimanyu was a young and great warrior of the great War of MAHABHARAT. This poem is a part of long poetry written by me and translated by karishma ji.
If you all responded and want to know more about abhimanyu i post next paragraphs)
THANKS KARISHMA JI FOR TRANSLATION)
Poem is:-
Courage knows no limits of age
A battlefield has no role for cowards
Those cannot struggle
Who fear their own mortality
Those who are cowards get scared
and blame others as the cause
Those who break the bounds of time
Are immortalized in history
There are some bounds for God and Devil
However, for man, what is impossible
There one such brave victor of time
A warrior, a winner of hearts
Arjun was his father, Subhadra his mother,
The vigour of bravery runs in his bloodstream.
Yudhistir and Bhim were his uncles,
He was the nephew of Shri Krishna, Bhishma his grandsire
His arms were made of steel, his chest was broad,
His body muscular however gentleness abound
At the age of sixteen he was a shining sun
Drums of war were music to the ears of Abhimanyu
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 3:51 AM UTC
Love- Voiceless Voice!
Silence whispered in the ear of heart
With her voiceless tongue,
The emotions that fell round and apart
Were fresh, so young.
Days that were in vain spent,
Found some toil to try,
Nights now were only meant
To seek, not to find and cry!
A journey started thus never to end,
The way was long under the sky,
A journey started thus never to offend,
The motive was the Moon in high!
Heart and Soul should fuse and rejoice,
Love is silent and does not need voice.
Alok Mishra
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 11:04 PM UTC
(For better understanding read my poem Abhimanyu (part-1))
TRANSLATED BY KARISHMA JI (Thanks to her)
When Kurukshetra* was burning in the flames of war
God of death had opened his third eye
When the heads of men were being chopped
When Jackals were tearing apart the corpses on the ground
When blood thirsty men were waging war against themselves
When arrows notching the bow caused uncountable deaths
Goddess of war was dancing on mortal bodies
Wicked witches laughed at the loss of human lives
Laps of mothers were suddenly empty
Dust covered the parting of hair where vermilion was once applied**
The fire which raged the whole nation – Bharat
Was the great war, known as Mahabharat***
Earth was covered with blood and tears
Chariots overran the bodies of men
Warriors were trying to quench their greed
Trying to slake their bloodlust
These were the descendants of the same ancestor
Some were younger brothers and some were their elders
But brotherhood was sacrificed to statehood
Eyes shone only with passionate savagery
* Kurukshetra – name of a battlefield
** Traditionally, Hindu women apply vermilion to a parting of their hair after marriage
*** Mahabharat – an epic narrative of the battle of Kurukshetra
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 12:26 PM UTC
Sweet nectar trickles down my chin,
The knife slips in sticky hands,
A nibble here, a lick there,
Sparks memory,
Of golden deliciousness of summers past,
scoldings from Mum for unrepentant gluttony,
Tangy sour smells of unripe fruit,
Swings swaying under the Mango tree
And a childhood happy as can be
~ Kriti Mishra
Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 3:35 AM UTC
FANCY
Matloob Bokhari
I listened the sound of refreshing rain
And heard the dearest song of nightingale.
I saw Baby walking in the gentle rain
Fleecy clouds laying arms round her neck
Silver drops in pure delight kissing her lips
Sweet-smelling breeze blowing through her hair
Rainbow by raindrops studded on her rosy cheeks
I woke up when she called my name.
My soul knelt down to thank my Lord.
Who blessed me fancy – the greatest artist
O When the door of my soul is opened,
Ideas descend as drops of rain from sky
Sitting alone by fire in my study , I hear
Whistling wind and symphony of raindrops
I smell wet soil , perfume of meadow flowers
See Baby appearing as a column of light
And the sky with rainbow in her hand.
COMMENTS OF POETS
Laura Bailey Thank you Matloob Bukhari for the very beautiful poem
Rukiah Annuar awesome poem ... bleeding ink magnificently on the page . Such a wondrous gift ... for love of poetry, love~faith~gratitude~ Black heart (cards) ... my heart sings reading your poetry and touches my soul to the silent symphony of your poetic heart Black heart (cards)
Ch Navakanta Mishra Matloob Bukhari- Beautiful words
Leo Riccio My baby is like this... thanks, blessings.
Poet Love wow I love the way you wrote. Beautiful, well-done xoxo
Kevin M. Hibshman All love!!!!
Mike Eric Soffer very lovely
Gaudreault C Marie hhhhhhhhhhh.. I am speechless with the lines .. and also with the image.. I love them both so much !! .. I am fascinated by your works.. and cannot thank you enough for the pleasure it brings.. .. :D .. never stop this .. :D xoxoxo .. and I am grateful !! .. so very grateful.. THANK YOU .. LOVE ALWAYS, :D Black heart (cards) xoxoxo . Black heart (cards) you are a treausre !! xoxoxo Cmarie ..
Margaret Gudkov ohhh wow.. Fancy is such beautiful write.. my soul danced with your words
Carmel Mawle So beautiful. I especially love the fleecy clouds laying arms around her neck.
Jann Gail Jones your words were so precious . They brought such beautiful images to mind and softness and beauty to my heart that tears welled in my eyes. I was reading and dancing. Such magical words Thank you for having such a beautiful heart to be able to write such beautiful things. I thank God for sending blessed people like you. You poems give me faith in humanity. Blessings to you!
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 12:01 PM UTC
After Aishwarya Rai Bachchan gave us some impressive red carpet outings, all eyes were on Sonam Kapoor as she made her sixth Cannes appearance in a row. And boy, she lived up to our expectations in a whimsical Ralph and Russo sari-inspired gown with half cape. Her styling was bang on with pink lips, dewy makeup and middle-parted neat tresses.
Designers give thumbs up to the actor, without a second thought. “Sonam looks spectacular. I love the dramatic outfit. I loved the fact that Sonam wore no jewellery (except for a ring) and kept her hair straight with some interesting eye makeup,” says designer Manish Malhotra.
“I love this look. It is a great example of something experimentally grand and classic at the same time. I also like the jersey in the top portion, which adds a very modern and sporty vibe to a traditional embroidered half cape sari inspired gown. There is a duality I can sense here and it has surprising familiarity in terms of a classic Balenciaga vibe,” says designer Rahul Mishra.
Designer Rina Dhaka also loves her look, but believes that subtler looks can also work the same magic . “Sonam looks gorgeous. The outfit has a lot of volume, and yet it is controlled and figure hugging. I would call her a drape crusader,” she says, adding, “However, unlike Indian actors, international actors are going for understated, simpler looks. We guys tend to take on too much embroidery, making it look theatrical. These looks are bridal by western standards. But our audiences like this.”Read more at:www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-brisbane | www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-melbourne
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 1:36 AM UTC
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
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 3:59 AM UTC
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
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 11:02 PM UTC
Every sunset narrates a story
About the day that passed by beautifully or had some worry
As the sun decides to set
The sky above just rets
To look like beautiful pallete with a mix of all hues
A little bit of pink, white, orange, yellow and blue.
The radiant beauty which cannot be looked upon at noon
Soothes your eyes now just like a festoon
The dim golden light drives all the species to their nest
Making them a little tired and urging to take rest
So that they are ready for the next day,
To fulfill the duties that comes their way.
Always smile at this orange beauty when it is disappearing from the sky,
Coz it indicates that you my friend survived another day without a wry!!
~Taniya Mishra
Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 11:32 AM UTC
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
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 11:06 PM UTC
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
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 6:26 AM UTC
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
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 6:30 AM UTC
1.A car is just a car!
A car is a car
If it can ride you nearby or far
A car is a car read more »
Sylvia Chidi
2.Car is here
Car is here and I am in the car
Car is here and car is within me
Car is useless if I left the car
Car is here and I am going and coming. read more »
gajanan mishra
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 9:13 PM UTC
it is the portion of night
when you have this tendency to write
so many feelings to fight
and many memories of delight.
words flown
and seeds of thoughts were sown
Many memories to mourn
still some happiness are clowned.
it is the portion of night
where our stars shine
moon fills up with light
and dreams are mine.
so at this point in night
sleep sits beside me with pride
talks about life beyond my sight
after all of this I silently cried.
shashank mishra
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Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 8:33 AM UTC