Sitting under a leafless tree
Disjunct Frenzy!
A creative world that serves as a harbinger for thought worth enjoying at every wink of life !
Wednesday 12 April 2023
Faith
Sitting under a leafless tree
Sunday 9 April 2023
What a bliss it was !
What a bliss it was
To be with the sparkling frame
Of your long lone days
When the tinted lips of sinking sun
Kept murmuring of its glorious journey
Along the azure tides of pelagic span!
What a dense delight it was
To scan the dripping dance of blue birds
Amidst the dawn that kept hanging
Like the stained yellow linens
Just thrown on the face of the Sun!
What a mean mellow it was
To behold a man's intent
On seeing a lone mermaid
Who counted her unborn offsprings
And mermaid's eye beams sensing
His long lost latent generations
On the go of his maiden voyage!
Life to its extent is but a painted story
That keeps fading each day
Casting crimson colours
To the untrodden paths of the mortals.
Composed by © M K Mishra
Tuesday 19 May 2020
The Corona Virus
Friday 1 May 2020
Rommel, O Rommel
With his hanging camera
Through out the year
Spotting for evident pose
Of effeminate lustre
Like a rumbling stone
And settles around the corners
On the haunches reposed
With the fingers in motion
To capture the breathing lives.
He goes wild in rainy season
For it calls him to embrace
The myriad murmuring beauty.
In winter he winks with squeaks
To shoot the dancing ebbs.
The summer calls him to hibernate
For he rejuvenates his lost soul.
His squeaky walks frightens
The croaking frogs in rain
And curly hairs settle on his ramparts
Through the round glass.
His searching eyes spot
The eloquence moving around.
He laughs but in loneliness
Once in a year on Christmas.
Rommel, O Rommel
Shrug the shoulder
With the friends in fifties.
Time spares none as gust does.
We mortals grow older soon.
None can predict tomorrow.
A decade will fetch us in sixties
And the uncertainty will roar
On beguile to drag us to the shore.
©Composed by M K Mishra
Thursday 30 April 2020
Her Eternal Repose
The lustre she radiated
Through her silent eyes
Speaking to themselves
Of the ephemeral eloquence
Beholding the skeletal skies.
None could sense the innocence
She was blessed with,
Serene calmness of azure lake
She was embalmed with,
Cluster of flying fogs
She was chased by,
In her replenishing tender age.
The blooming passions
Of polished demeanour
Lurked through her passing days
Walking into the silent chambers.
Fathomless fortune favoured
As the knotted bliss melted
Into the robust flow of Lethe.
She rolls with the rising sun
She runs with the setting moon
She sings with the raining drops
She whispers in the darkness
She lingers with her laughter
But she never clamours
Her eternal repose she is gifted with.
©Composed by M K Mishra
Tuesday 28 April 2020
A Lunatic Intellectual
Thrusting his fumed frames
Upward to dismantle
The undreamt warrant,
Mumbles down the lane
of opaque vision.
He dares not diffuse
The uncouth truth
He lived for legion months.
People laugh at his
Outward stature
For an invasive reason
He was loaded with.
But bright stars seldom peep
Into malice through a crooked
Smile scattered around.
The laughing chunks of life
Blooms the withered mind.
The hampered candid paths
Shines bright into broad light
With a jostling gust
To leap through
The unmeasured height.
Thursday 12 September 2019
Life Beyond Life
Shakes the blissful
Chords of life
And pulls the nerves
To propel the saintly stance.
The gasping breaths,
Trumpeting in wilderness,
Whirled the foams of faith,
And dancing eyes
Ebbed into the unison of infinity.
The curved frames sulked deep into
Moist fusion of conscious silence
To mutter the shyness of mantled eyes.
To suck the throbbing pains
Gurgling with a swift desire to
Transcend beyond the measured heights.
And tangled nerves talk in pleasure
Of the life beyond life.
They speak in knotted morphemes
Of effeminate voices.
And intertwine like creeper
But with a soothing smile to lull
The resting soul in peace.
Through the skins.
But the lustre of the promise
Grows with the growing tree.
Tuesday 27 August 2019
Keeping Quiet
The strife churning within.
It pulls, twitches, and sometimes
Throws into the deep ocean
To sulk and bury the billowing thoughts
Into the vast stretch of void.
When one counts to hundred
Into the depth of lurking night.
One wavers on the bed, east or west,
To get lulled into the soft pillow
Casting aside the harboured plank
And lofty dreams of castles high.
When one throws himself off
Into the retreating waves
Of rooted trust to be swept away
into the azure world
Where gleams of morrow lie latent into
The smile on a summer's maiden call.
The Animal Instinct
It makes our nerve throb
And tatters our fine frame
We are made up of.
Tear us apart from within
And thrash us into the Lethe
Of dubious challenges
To peep into the splashed blood.
Stop by the wood and
Behold a blooming mushroom
By the side of a moist suffocating hay
And the life will reflect
Its own shadow
On the thrust of a stained mirror.
In the blissful ambience of trust
Letting the suspended breaths
Blare alive in the drowsiness.
To correspond with the heaven
And harvest a planet of his own
And make a move to laugh with the moon
When he is not certain
He will witness the next sun !
© Written by Manoj Kumar Mishra
Friday 6 May 2016
An Old Father
“Where are you going, my son?’ the father questioned to break his silence almost as hysteric as a paranoiac.
© Written by Manoj Kumar Mishra
What shall it profit a man?
© Written by Manoj Kumar Mishra
An Intelligent Child
The father postulated his son, “Go to the kitchen and see who makes the utensils fall down.”
The son instantly responded almost electrified without moving a step, “It is none else, father, but the mother.”
The father jeered at this and rebuked his son on being rude and disobedient. Angrily he inquired, “How come you know it is your mother only?”
“Had it been someone else, the mother could have shouted like a bull. Since there is no sound booming out of kitchen, it could be mother only and none else” the son countered.
The father outspreads his smile with a gratified expression.
© Written by Manoj Kumar Mishra
For It was Just a Dream
Between two worlds
Of faith and disbelief
That she has thwarted me into despair
And made my senses
And flamed frame numb.
I know not why I charge her
For being unfaithful to me
For it was not she but I
Who thought to be one with her
Virtuous blessed soul.
And for a moment I forgot
The snarling world of living
“That I am the part of this universe,
A part of the inhuman humanity,
Where Faith lies in the secrecy of relations
Preserved within the treasure of heart.”
I was in time so overwhelmed
That I divulged myself so soon
To be inspired to transcend beyond
The living abode of human life.
But it was just a dream, and dream
That came while sleeping and be bygone
Ere I woke up from the deep slumber
Of half lunacy.
Alas!
What was great before is now so mean!
The sea of Faith was once full of tide,
But now, no Intimacy, no Love, no Faith, no Relation
Do live in the world of wolfish fair.
Every living lives with a certain philosophy
Of give and take, and be apart.
For this is the man, and this is the life.
This is the grace, and glory of Age.
The journeys of men now pass like this
Treading hopelessly, having no greater bliss.
© Written by Manoj Kumar Mishra
Nor can Time Stale Thy Grace
who can't tell your flowery history
© Written by Manoj Kumar Mishra
Life halts on the pavement
© Written by Manoj Kumar Mishra
Lines Written in Solitude
From an unknown land,
Breaking the organised chords of life;
They enter into pure soul.
This sound that was once the melody,
The motion which afforded the paused breath
A dancing life like a mermaid
And vision, chasing the phantom delight,
Are now the tangled mists of burnt-out passion.
Ah, you sound, you motion, you life !
All are gone to strained land
Haply never to come back.
And moist ashes are scattered solely
Past me to sit gazing like flying fogs.
Hark ! this big bang honks
Of unfeigned relation
Where certitude of faith lives
And love gets its full fruition.
© Written by Manoj Kumar Mishra
Love is but the Celestial Ecstasy
God's grace showered!
And the another shore!
© Written by Manoj Kumar Mishra