A QUEST FOR THE UNKNOWN . . . .
I do not know who she is
Whose faint footprints in dreams I see;
But I feel her fragnance in every breeze
That moves around and kisses me....
When I close my eyes and look,
I find her beauty-trickling-eyes;
Her face opened like an unread book,
That makes my sleepy dreams arise.
A blurred picture I have in me
That smiles within my hopes-laden-heart
And gladdens me with untold glee;
While baffled I stand at the divine art.
I know not really who she is,
Who fills my mind in every place;
I search for her in skies and seas,
Yearning and dying to find her face...
- Debasish Mishra
LOVER LUNATIC!
Just smear a little kohl in me,
Let no one else ever have a glance;
Take possession over me completely
& fence from d world, at once.
Just hold tht pretty simple smile,
D glow of cheeks, d twinkle in eyes;
I'll nt even move 4 a while
& stand still sans lust or lies.
Just fill my heartbeat wid ur voice
& my breathes wid ur sweet fragnance
Let ur name echo in every noise
& ur face b seen even in absence!
If I b candid, true 2 myself,
This is all tht I seek;
Do me a favor-a lil help-
Just make me a lover lunatic!
- Debasish Mishra
THE NEGATIVE SIDE OF LIFE . . . .
All that we carry with us is just
A heap of disguised ashes & dust...
Life is a bubble of uncertainty...
Varying flickers of sense & insanity...!
Trickles of human existence...
Hurrying in the ambulance,
Depict the phase of despair..
When acute anguish hangs in the air...!
Disease & injuries remind us well
That life,sometimes,is worse than Hell;
Specks of blood & tears speak eloquently...
The pathetic plight of life's tragedy !
Moments of laughter come & pass
Like morning dew on the body of grass...
Painful episodes occur every now & then,
Testing our mettle & acumen !
All feats & glories dissolve with Time...
Consumed by Death's powerful enzyme...
Behind the seemingly jovial joyride...
Life hides this nightmarish negative side....!
- Debasish Mishra
STRANGE HUMANS . . .
Such is our strange nature....
This is how we humans do...
What we have with us,we do not treasure...
Ignoring fully its inherent value...!
A thing that we succeed to get...
No matter how we longed for it...
Within no time becomes a thing we forget...
What used to seem like an aspiration sweet...!
A thing that remains out of reach...
Always seems a pleasant chase ;
But once we tend to get rich
With it,our lives seems to have no place...
Let us learn to appreciate what we possess...
Without running endlessly for illusions...
Infact,this will ensure all happiness...
Ending the chaos of confusions....!
- Debasish Mishra
INNER VOICE . . .
Away from the humdrum of worldly noise....
When I heard my inner voice....
I discovered within the real powers....
That blossomed inside like a thousand flowers....!
I had in me that rebel wild....
That opposed the sins like an agitated child...
I had that quiet spirit & strange....
That was yearning inside for a change...!
The voice within was really sweet....
As though it had melodies in it...
It churned the patriotic fervour in me...
And made me a different man completely....!
Not only me....but each one of us....
Is gifted with that inner voice....robust powers....
But it requires to unleash the internal tree....
& discover what we,truly, can be...!
- Debasish Mishra
MY COMPLAINTS AGAINST GOD...!
As far as I remember...
Even in the depth of my slumber....
I have not done any blatant blunder...
Then why I'm I made to suffer....I wonder...!
I acted with an honest heart...
Tearing all the vices apart...
I tried that no one was ever hurt...
Shunning all curses & words that are curt...!
But what have I received in return....
Only pain & travails of a peculiar pattern..
Squeezed by friends....distorted by kin....
Behind the apparent indifference,I am shattered within....!
O God....if you are truly there....
To survey that everything is fine & fair....
Let me ask although I'm a mere human being....
Just give me a reason for my suffering....!
- Debasish Mishra
COME & CRY WITH ME FOR A WHILE . . .
Come & cry with me for a while...
Come & get into my self-imposed exile...
Come & see my travails many...
O come if you have humanity any...!
Emphasise on the weight of tears...
Empathise for the wasted years...
Come & see how it feels...
When agony crushes & solitude kills...!
I do not want to interfere
In your happy world & I swear...
I will never like to see an “Upset“ you...
But I want you to know what I pass through...!
I wish you could realize the quantum of pain...
That fills my heart & disturbs my brain...
I want you to read the sorrow behind my smile...
So come...& cry with me for a while....!
- Debasish Mishra
A THIEF . . .
So cute is her smile
Like a dew on a leaf,
So rash, for a while,
I want to be a thief.
To steal the quiet mistress
With all her beauty seized,
And end all my distress
And see her, fully freezed.
I will not say a word
And talk with both my eyes;
No other sound be heard
When eyes to eyes entice.
I will regale her with nectar
By squabbling with the bees:
And like a theatrical actor-
Will search for gems in seas.
But if I talk of all this stuff,
She would simply smile and go;
Or shout at me, 'Enough,
Now stop this lunatic flow...'
She wont read my heart,
And call my thoughts 'cheap';
So, leaving all things apart,
I wont mind being a thief!
- Debasish Mishra
I WISH . . .
I wish I was a poet as such...
To translate aptly Beauty's touch...
To express the peace of moonlight pristine...
Pausing the pace of endless Time...!
I wish I had that powerful pen....
To narrate the feats of common men....
Be a commentator for the butterfly....
Or be ubiquitous like the blue blue sky....!
I wish I had those velvety verses....
That would pop out boons from sinister curses....
Or I wish I had that mirror-like-quality....
To reflect beauty in all its purity....!
I wish I was a poet special....
To elaborate the dew-drops....the showers that fall....
I wish I had those animated words....
True emotions....true beauty...true freedom like birds....
- Debasish Mishra
TRUTHFUL TEARS . . .
My tears fall on the body of the paper
And themselves write woeful poems.
I only decipher them.
So praise me not for what I write
Nor chide me.
Deal with those artistic tears.
They stay hidden behind my black eyes
Somewhere that I even donot know.
They bury themselves
On the white of the paper,
Sacrificing themselves
Like martyrs
Splashing it like a new bride's cheek.
They are the true poets
Bestowed with copious creativity
Who are, infact, represented by my pen.
- Debasish Mishra
