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Resolve

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Resolve

If voices could resolve,
Save my entrapped soul.
Reeling away from pivotal reality.
Enslaved by an immortal wish.

If silence could speak
Douse my murky soul in wisdom.
Drench my maiden bones in wit.
Sitting beside an older grave for night.
Listening between the sober’s blight.

Though answer i seek,lie deep within.
Search & Search I tire.
Although a robust sheen, deflects me.
Marauding henceforth in lights & noise.
if those voice could really rejoise.

Reveberating through & through.
One passes silently, i gasped.
them nerves & bones, entwining now wrapped.
tender through sheen, in divine milieu.
In tranquil of night, them finally do.

22-06-2015

-Vishu Mishra

Resolve

Resolve

Man of prejudice

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Man of Prejudice

awake with this disquiet.
insecure by pell-mell of universe.
i am unaware, in a place non-global.
I rusticate in my earthy plight.

I am a man of many limitations.
yet i speak,what i truly see.
I am a human of fixed notions.
yet your sense, no different from me.

i look around in my little world.
i see we talk un-clearly.
I am man of full of bias,
plagued with prejudice.
I am inheritance bestowed,
of an unjust past.

Prejudice & past

Prejudice & past

I see them in twos & i see them like you-

they are haves or they have not.
they are common or most dear.
they are sane or they are mad.
They are happy or they are sad.

They are materialistic or soulful.
have despair or live hopeful.
Their voices do moot or break in mute.
load guns to fire or recoil in peace.

they are merciless suppressors or totally suppressed.
lay lifeless with past or thrive present in zest.
they are mighty conquerors or un-counted defeated.
they are born petty fearful or claim earth glory feasted.

They toll as employees or handful of employers.
those disingenuous rippers or them innocuous naive.
they get old royal coffins or maiden mass graves.
They Beautify with brevity or fraction in forever.
–

they are the people of the world, in obvious twos.
they are beautiful in twos,untouched or scarred.

I am man of prejudice, I see them in twos.
yet i see so much, more truer than you.
I bias more brutally, more obvious in twos.
I see more clearly, more clearly than you.

Man of prejudice

Man of prejudice

 

-Vishu Mishra

14-10-2014

The Moment

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Hello,

If you have  been tagged or just stumbled to this page. I welcome you to my poetry notes.
Its the oldest root of my blog & extension to my current poetry updates.

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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 ! 🙂

 

P.S. previous poem : ‘To do the right thing’ : tag- righteousness, good & evil

                                   

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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.

Please comment & share with others.

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

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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