Soul funk

Music v/s lyrics

Music -funk-melody

 

when music hits, it’s like a prayer.
lights shimmer to devotion.
like a wingless bird I’m falling,
towards my maker, into an oblivion.

Sinking in lake, now half-way down.
I’m stony-stoned to my destination.
a rock bottom town,
where funk hits ground,
we take this funk to new notations.

Funk of jackson

 

when music hits like a prayer,
it unveils me layer by layer.
like an onion ring towards its core,
my soul rises & hits the dance floor.

I am a feather to mercy of winds.
I am a noble to those funky kings.
I am sinking in this trance of sea.
I am grooving in the funk of me.

 

Soul Funk

Soul Funk

First draft- 30-10-2014

The Moment

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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 nostalgia.
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.

 It’s aimed to revive the memories of a person.

 

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 ! 🙂

 

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Theme :There is a moment in everyone’s life, which stands out to the rest of them.

It may be an experience of a singular being or a band of loyal- friends/peers/equals/contemporaries. One grows with age and realization turns more true. This poem aims to revisit that apex of nostalgia, in one’s recollection of old memories.

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Thank you.

 

     The Moment

I

There are times in life,
They don’t skip nor fly.
They stick to your soul, hold on.

In your heart there’s a feeling,
When years turn decade; grows vivid.
& decades turn century; till forever.

They don’t turn to oblivion nor succumb to dust.
What was held in the moment?
What was seen in those seconds?
I wonder.

II

Some brighter, shine around brightest.
a million folds , strangely! yet hold.
with feelings unknown, bond loyalty & belief..
Who knows! what stars conspired & plot.

There are men of honor.
Brighter they burn & extinguish.

& others with time, they linger & ponder.
What made those moments, one in a million.
Yet wonder shall I, but decades thereafter.
Many moments conspired,
But it was the moment.

For me & my fellow.
Which one is yours,
Tell me.

By: Vishu Mishra

First draft: 15-09-2014

The Moment

The Moment

To do the right thing

If you have stumbled to this page. I welcome you to my blog’ poetry section.
This poem is one of my most favorite & finest of creations. It’s written to inspire, encourage and amplify people’s inner voices. I have faith! that once your 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.
It’s aimed to revive the righteousness of a person.

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.
Thank you. Enjoy vocalizing the rhyme aloud ! 🙂

 

‘To do the right thing’

 

I

 

Can you hold the truth & lose your voice.
Can you live!, such a muffled life.

Can you find!?- that pacifier, your deviant! your Lucifer!
Or shall you stutter , then mumble, & recede to silence.

Can you swear; to hold! the truth; up-most.
Speak it blunt, cold, & un-tamed!

Such times a-blazed!, with opinions & self-doubt.
You eternally jitter!, yet stand & headway.

     ..With mortal calm, with immortal faith.

 

II

 

Will you envenom your soul!, with immoral toxins.
Or drench it out! –
in sweat,  in blood ,in tears.

Will you incinerate!, them innocent & helpless.
Or burn down the antagonist!, them shrewd & hellish cold.

Will you embrace them all  –
The inferno!, the bullets ! ,all coarse- cuss!
Let your soul ripped off, not ricochet.

Will you leave!, a fallen man behind.
Or stay altogether, a-last & instead.

 –

Can you do! , one right thing for me.
Will you hold, your righteous today.

.. & read to them righteous, everyday.

.

 

By: Vishu Mishra

First draft: 04-09-2014

To do the right thing

To do the right thing

Such a place , I dreamt & desire

Neither poor nor rich will walk,
But all men equal, in share & life.
Where wrongs made right be the motto.
For thousand years those men who sully,
The soil-soul, all gods called earth.
Such a place I dreamt & desire.

Where Ideas & dreams take flight.
Where passion is professional delight.
That place lie layers within me,
Beyond a lusture of –material, class & sin.
Such en-route, gods told via-wisdom.
Such a place I dreamt & desire.

Enigma of this dried ink, will call a jury.
Of people in power of good will bear,
the vociferity of a soul’s struggle to share.
Break false deity, destroy with fury.
Of soil-soul with no sully, god’s earth.
Such a place I dreamt & desire.

by: vishu mishra
27-06-2013

such a place i dreamt & desire

such a place i dreamt & desire

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