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Starry Starry Sky

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I

Like a garden of roses,
she blossoms in fancy.
Though silence & solitude,
it wilts her away..

Like angels of hush,
wind sings some metaphors.
Entwining our guts, in impossible to say..

Entangled so I , beneath the open sky.
Untraversed by darkness,
but these starry sights..

I yearn and I sigh.
Beneath starry starry sky.
Entangled yet I , in my metaphors..

I sigh and I try.
Beneath starry starry sky.
I burn till until , like a firefly..

II

You the sea –
be so vast and so paranoid!
& I tread through these guarding waves,
in moonlight..

Them curse like beamings.
world talk such seemings.
It conjures & consumes me..

Shall we assume & then be doomed.
shall be over our entwinings,
Before eternity and yet so soon…

Conspiring are its waves,
and the silver of moon.

Yet foolish so I,
with my hopes fluttering high.
& the slivers from my sail & the sinking sighs..

Yet untraversed by rage,
but starry sights..

I wither and I wry.
Beneath the starry starry sky.
I most but almost ,
with my anchor stuck at coast.
Now I curse the anvil, with a shallowing deny.

III

We fold and unfold, in our bubble of gold.
Caressing our fears and our feebleness..
We blossom with despite, in this starry starry night –

In that garden of rose,
I plucked , the purple in prose.
and Entwined our hearts,
in our mortal morose.

I yearn and I sigh,
Beneath starry starry sky.
Entwining our eloquence,
in immortals of metaphors..

I rhyme and I write,
Beneath starry sky tonight.
Untraversed by darkness..
But reaching & raging,
to our brightest starlight..

Vishu Mishra | Zoo-Poems | 16-08-2016

The comedy of egregious errors

Starry Starry Sky

सो रहे हैं वोह, जो किस्मत के भरोसे हैं |

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सो रहे हैं वोह, जो किस्मत के भरोसे हैं |
जग गए हैं वोह, जिन्हें कुछ करना है |

सुबह का सूरज चढ़ता है,
और दिन भर पिघलता है |
उसके संघर्ष में काव्य है,
वोह कर्म प्रज्वलित करता है |

मैं भी उठता हूँ रोज़ सुबह,
उस सूरज से कुछ अग्नि लेकर |
मेरा भी नाम तुम गिनन लेना,
उस सांसारिक काव्य की रचना में |

ये पक्षी , पवन, पशु, नर-नारी ,
सब चलते हैं रोज़ सुबह |
एक नए इतिहास क़ि रचना में ,
तब-ही इतिहास बदलता है |

सो रहे हैं वोह, जो किस्मत के भरोसे हैं |
जग गए हैं वोह, जिन्हें कुछ करना है |

उस मानव पथ पर चलना है |
जहाँ चलना गिरना फिसलना है |
और उठ के हर पल चलना है,
उन्ही दो पंक्ति को रचना है |

सो रहे हैं वोह, जो किस्मत के भरोसे हैं |
जग गए है वोह, जिन्हें कुछ करना है ||

– विशु मिश्रा

सो रहे हैं वोह, जो किस्मत के भरोसे हैं |

सो रहे हैं वोह, जो किस्मत के भरोसे हैं |

God’s Love

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Not those still lean or beginning to shrunk.
Battling their sins or sweating in sun.
Dreary in love, or un-ending tasks.
Bestowed upon them, since dawn embarks.
A reloading roster that keeps them on.
Depriving the creams & comforts they spawn.

But revels in roses, consuming their wine.
Smiles each day more & grows just fine.
Stays top en-listed, in golden pods.
Sleeps happier than ever, in coziest abode.
what offered them, so far & rest,
he offered and wills to, only the best.

Neither writes nor reads,to burden their head.
Neither solves the problems of genius instead.
Lives each day more to live it just more.
Not to progress somewhere or proceed in any meaning.
It’s not the former, who now stand en-raged.
But god loves those who swell with age.

God's Love

God’s Love