There are problems in my life, Because i don’t wake up at five.

There are problems in my life,
Because i don’t wake up at five.
All my good friends greet me early:
The sun, the birds,the dogs,& ‘milkha’ the milkman.
While I prefer to slouch low, I coveting a cozy cloth.
I try to curl inwards, I squinch like a scared-sloth.

There are problems in my life,
Because i don’t wake up at five.
All the good things happened, but yesterday.
why to wake up again & lose them today?
why to revive a conscience from a nausea?
why to choose reality above nostalgia?

There are problems in my life,
because i don’t wake up at five.
i doused myself in gallons of grog.
i devoured on meat like a savaging rogue.
I danced on music till its overmorrow.
I howled like a wolf redeeming the sorrow.

Wake up late

Waking up late..oops! & snooze!

 

There are problems in my life,
because i don’t wake up at five.
All the klocks & karma, just keep ticking away.
& i couldn’t take so much, losing just everyday.
So i slept some-more, wishing a fresh stay.
I dream-borne a place, made of sun & hay.

There are problems in my life,
because i don’t wake up at five.
All the solutions never work much late.
all the advisers never meet belate(d).
No one’s there, when i wake-up half past day.
Neither angels of rescue nor mighty-might i pray.

There are problems in my life,
Because i don’t wake up at five.
i will try to do so tomorrow & run a million-mile.
i haven’t seen an awakening day, for more than some-while.
All is not lost but today,I woke up again later than late.
All is to be won tomorrow, i must not mourn further today.

~waking up early solves most problems of the day.

*Overmorrow – ({obsolete word,using for three purposes-} Meaning – Day after tomorrow. Purpose– . 1. Adds  to Rhyme 2.To add implausibility, to weaken the argument of not waking up early 3. ‘Dance till there’s no tomorrow’, is an overused phrase & a cliche.Further i feel, there’s no poetic bliss in that just sophistry, a hackneyed hipster idea & phraseology).

I am myself

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 Review :This particular poem is one of my most favorite & finest of creations. It’s written to inspire, encourage and amplify people’s belief in themselves. I hope the readers rekindle their passions & follow their heart towards their dreams.
I have faith! that once you’re done reading this aloud & repeatedly, ( not sermonizing!) a positive effect will bind you and we shall connect as a writer & a reader.Hopefully!, my message will get through and so will my expressions.

I hope on the day, september 23 of autumnal equinox, our mind and heart gets into a balance like day and night. We find the purpose of our lives and realize the self in our being.

 It’s aimed to revive the skills & confidence of a person.

 

Dedication & Inspiration : This poem is inspired from the original screenplay of movie series ‘Rocky’ . It greatly draws motivation from the struggles, self-identification and self-belief of the character Rocky Balboa played by stalwart actor Sylvester Stallone.

 

Rocky Balboa

Rocky Balboa

Further, it draws inspiration from the title song‘ measure of a man’ sung by legend Sir Elton John. It aims to extrapolate and re-inforce the ideals & motif intended at the virtues of ‘being a man’ or ‘being yourself’. I hope this poem adds tribute to the respectable art work of the great actor/director and latter but no less, the king of melody.

Sir Elton John on piano

Sir Elton John on piano

 It is dedicated to all the people, artists, dancers, actors, singers,dreamers and everyone who has fond dreams to be someone .All those who are struggling to find their touch to inner self. All those who believe in living by being themselves.All those who have faced impeccable odds to overcome difficulties, yet hold the thought that one lives best by being himself.

song lyrics- measure of a man, movie : rocky v

song lyrics- Measure of a Man, Movie : Rocky V

 At-last but for most, this poem is also a dedication to my Late. brother Vikesh Kumar. His life as an artist and as a pursuant of his dreams, is a great inspiration to me and people who knew him. I hope every person born with a divine spark, shall find ability to search his light within himself by being himself. I and vikesh were greatly inspired by the work of ‘rocky’ series and the song lyrics of ‘measure of a man’ .There have been endless discussions around it. This poem is my personal dedication to those discussions, moments and ideas. In those memory is this picture below, we both really loved  it as a projection of the whole ‘being rocky’ idea 🙂

sylvester stallone as rocky

sylvester stallone as rocky

 

Vikesh Kumar- Artist (Actor,dancer,writer)

Late. Vikesh Kumar- Artist (Actor,dancer,choreographer, writer, dreamer)

 

If you wish to know more, Pay your peace and tribute at:

1. Vikesh Kumar, FB profilehttps://www.facebook.com/indomitable.vikesh

2. Vikesh Kumar, FB community : https://www.facebook.com/pages/Vikesh-Kumar/330576050403639

 

Please don’t forget! – to read slow, read aloud,read repeatedly and acknowledge the punctuation well! .
 it’s purposefully structured ,to bring the best with all above considerations.
 Enjoy vocalizing the rhyme aloud ! 🙂

 

P.S. previous poem : ‘The Happy Birthday Song’ : Reading tags- celebration, greetings,wishes,birthday,everyone is special.

                                   

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        2.WordPress : https://theoutofbusiness.com/2014/09/18/the-happy-birthday-song/

 

 

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Vishu Mishra

 

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I

 

Sink feet in sand, goes head deluge.
a broken heart, can no more lose.
a share of voices, pell-mell but god.
if fond took flight, but wings aren’t bright.

 

II

 

bonded to chains,of a thoughtful tomorrow.
bereaved by passions, devoured by notions.
sometimes a spark,  kindles & delight.
sometimes breathing; in midnight silence,
i grow wings in the realize.

 

III

 

Angels of passion,rescue my dawn.
I touch a fire, & desires un-pawned.

churned & mustered, give strength to cope.
from brighter sun, to a dusk of hope.

in the solstice moon, i sit &  surmise.
smile gauge upon aureole, a moonish charmise.

 

IV

 

In hearts of heart, where no lovers reach.
In the gist of soul, a conscientious belief.
In the drift of mind, it’s one of a kind.
In the red hot blood, to ashes & mud.

 

V

 

I know, I realize, I act in now.
In silence of seconds, along shall i measure.
when world’s upon chaos, In technicolor shall savor.

to breathe in beyond- opinions, mirage & bereave.
the moments i am myself, just believe in me.

 

VI

 

them moments get inserted, in life & people.
where truth rekindles,unshackle it levitates.
&wings turn bright, they flutter & re-create.

it’s so surreal, i surmise.
like moonish charm, so bright.

 

VII

 

Delighted & en-lighted, i hover on sand.
engulf-ed in belief & gloved in identity.
nothing fits so well, when i wore myself.
just believe in moments, when i turn myself.

 

By: Vishu Mishra

First draft: 23-09-2014

I Am Myself

I Am Myself

Diamonds are rare,Diamonds are dearth

                        Diamonds

Picked a shiny one, near the woods’ rivers’ firth,
Picked a random one, a poets’ houses’ backyards’ dirth,
Found it engraved, as yet man –made,
Embedded-enshelfed en roses’ bud.
Couldn’t make it shiny, din’t find them many.
Diamonds are rare, diamonds are dearth.

“as if on fire from deep within,
The moon shines on lining of her skin”,
Praising the words, struck a spark wee,
Desires Burned to coal, aspires engulfed ennui.
Couldn’t make it any real, din’t find them any,
Diamonds are rare, diamonds are dearth.

Seen him heartbroken to dearth & damsel.
Cursing he scribbled-enscrolled in mud,cursing but shone alast.
Not a stone, not a deception,a poets’-Parchment-a pilgrimage.
‘Couldn’t find them any, god din’t make so many.
Diamonds are rare, diamonds are dearth.’

Sulken in dilemma, dunken in despair,
Procrastinate-inkng his fate,
Carved of poets’ hearty blood.
Found a poet beneath muddy trees’,
Found a poet in his woody lawns’,
Found a poet searching for hers’.

vishu mishra
8-2-2013

diamonds are rare..

diamonds are rare..