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