DEAD OR ALIVE...!
I am,now,my own coffin...
Moment by moment I die within...
My breathes are a real burden,I swear....
I am an object beyond repair....!
Pain is my possession,pain my friend....
Pain is that truth that does not end...
My life is now a complete mess....
As I stand like a mere witness....!
Was it my fault that I tried to be happy...?
Was it my folly that I was not lucky?
Why did my happiness run away from me....
As though I was its arch-enemy...!
What meaning does this life make....
When I'm dead though I'm awake...
Or,say,I'm living though I'm dead....
Shattered in the battle between the heart & the head....!
- Debasish Mishra
INCHING TOWARDS INFINITY . . .
I have started to accept loss & gain...
The varied feelings of pleasure & pain...
With just the stoic reaction & same...
Without spitting ire or blame....!
I have started to develop unselfishness...
Indifference to fulfillment & nothingness...
I have become more of a man I think....
Aloof to the trait of scent & stink...!
I no more assert that this is mine...
Nor moved I am by wealth or wine...
The bonds of blood & heart this day...
Like ordinary gifts...fail to sway...!
I am only affected by compassion...
Hoping for love & peace in every nation...
I'm optimistic on global unity....
Maybe....I am inching towards infinity....!
- Debasish Mishra
UNSAID . . .
Say what is unsaid for years...
Say what in the face appears....
Reveal the words that twinkle in the eyes
Say everything....sans rhetoric & lies...!
Allow your tongue to adapt & adopt...
The language of the heart so soft...
Say to me what I want to hear...
Speak out the depths of your interior...!
This hesitation....this reluctance....
The moments of this satanic silence...
Make me desperate....& impatient...
Undo the misery of what has been spent...!
Say what has been unsaid for years....
Tell me the causes of your smiles & tears....
Allow your eyes to supply the words...
And open the window to the world inwards...!
- Debasish Mishra
PAIN-AN ADDICTION . . .
I am reduced to a fraction...by the force of the friction...
& pain has become my only addiction...!
Tears,tears & only tears...
Have befriended me all these years...!
The silence of loneliness or the loneliness of silence...
Have made me insane..crippled each sense...
Even the breathes enquire me time & again...
As to why I'm living in this acute pain..!
My heartbeats were never so rude to me...
They are abusing me so petulantly...
They wish to escape the burden of my heart...
Knowing they would never have another fresh start....!
Every second of my life passes painfully....
Trampled by Time so ruthlessly...
Sometimes I hear my rebel voice...
That a one-time-death will be a better choice...
Yeah better because I die again & again..
Succumbing to the drafts of pain..
Although it is an addiction...
Each day is a painful addition...!
But wait-a-minute,how will I kill my heart..
Where she stays like a pivotal part..
Only to save her presence in me...
I have to live,& die, painfully...!
- Debasish Mishra
VICTIM . . . .
I'm a victim of my circumstances....
Like a puppet that to its master dances...
I am a slave to the situation...
Who only imitates with precision....
Before you think I am rude & bad...
Crazy,aggressive or even mad....
Let me tell the real story of mine...
I am a pawn to Fate & Time....!
I am helpless like that tender leaf...
That blows with the Wind's sweep...
I am that paper boat in water....
I am not my own for that matter....
I do what I'm destined to do...
Twisted,turned & trampled too....!
My senses are fastened to that spirit....
& my soul is also tightly knit....
My actions follow that authority...
That controls my moves with ingenuity...
I am a victim of my circumstances....
Not having a say on the occurrences....
I am a slave to the situation....
In a nut shell, I am no one....
- Debasish Mishra
ALONE . . .
I'm scared of my shadow now....
Oh,you see,its so deadly..
But yet I'm fighting this fear somehow...
Needing some company badly...!
Even light has its loopholes...
It throws back some gigantic shadows....
Like hidden sorrow of agitated souls...
Like thorns that surround a rose....!
Sometimes....the misery of loneliness....
Takes a toll on the mental state....
& I seek refuge in darkness....
As though else I might disintegrate....!
Even silence is deafening....
Like a sullen lament on obituary....
& the swords of Time seem menacing...
When I'm alone with my misery....!
- Debasish Mishra
YOU ARE THERE IN LIFE'S EVERY CHAPTER....
Like a cloud of joy amid the sweltering summer...
Like a cup of hopes when Fate has the hammer...
Like a captivating flower combating foul smell...
Like silence murdered by the jingle of a bell....
Like a God when demons are all around...
Like a helping hand for the man fallen on the ground....
Like birds that paint the skies with beauty...
Like the Sun that foils the Night's notoriety...
Like a boat for a drowning lad...
Like a moment of smile amid a story sad....
Like the freshness of tea when one is alone...
Like the company of a pen when there is no one really own...
Like strength...like happiness....like laughter....
You are there in my life's every chapter...!
- Debasish Mishra
THE DOCTOR OF MY DESPAIR....
Somewhere...someone...
Must be there....
Who is the one....
The doctor of my despair....!
Someone must be good in heart
Someone must be having human feelings...
To tear away all malice apart
And read the value of real things...!
I honestly believe....
Someone must be thinking like me....
To live & let others live
And spread love endlessly....!
Somewhere....someone...
Must be made for my character.....
Who will be the real one....
The interpreter & the doctor !
- Debasish Mishra
ABANDONMENT . . .
Incomplete....futile...sorrow-struck....
Discarded by the Lady Luck ;
Dying in agonising abandonment...
Far from the realms of fulfillment...!
As I pass through this phase of acute pain...
My heart whispers once again...
The same thing that repeats within...
Like incurable pestilence in the skin !
When you would be abandoned alone...
Being rough & dry like a stone...
When no one would hear your dolorous tales...
& your poor heart persistently ails...
Donot expect ever to get my mercy...
I am not a hermit really...
I will prefer a life of abandonment...
Than the repeat of that unforgettable punishment...!
- Debasish Mishra
STRANGER . . .
I'm like the cosy breeze....
The source of the fragnance is somewhere else...
That spreads itself with elegant ease...
Like the melody of the temple-bells !
I'm like the gust of stream...
The things I carry are not my own...
They use me just to float & swim...
& to express themselves all alone...!
I am just a messenger...
I reflect what I'm made to show...
The real hero....is that stranger....
Whom none of us do,really,know....!
- Debasish Mishra
