The Corona Virus

This chaos, my dear, leads to tumult

Of the churning mind on soft pillow

Pulling all images to smack

With just a gust of strange bang

Of the virus that impelled the mankind

To play hide and seek.

Humans are hidden in their dens

Day and night

Night and day

Peeping out of the windows to behold

The rising and falling of the sun

And the hottest blow of arid air

That squeezes out the saved oomph

That once propelled to lurk

Amidst the meandering rills.

Patient less oozing tarnishes the inner force

Day by day & night by night

In the gully of the lone balcony.

Unspoken tales are mimicked and forlorn

On the concrete terrace by the evening

With no evidence of smile.

We wait day long for the evening to fall

To babble to some known faces

About the battle we overcome oft

Fighting with the rumble of exult.

This day shall pass, my dear,

With a bash of bliss waiting ahead

To have a giant leap in the annals

Of humanity we ever love to rejoice.

©Composed by M K Mishra

Rommel, O Rommel

Rommel Shunmugum lurks
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

Her Eternal Repose

Nature never refuted
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

A Lunatic Intellectual

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.

©Composed by M K Mishra