Oct 26, 2014

Unsung Lovers: A Tribute



Oceans may part and skies may fall
But mediocre poets will always crawl
Till destiny makes them meet their lover
Or stumble and slither to their maker

Some fit the bill, some cut it just
Other succumb to sloth or lust
But most go unheard, die in anonymity
Often struggle - until death - with mediocrity

But here’s a tribute to the unsung heroes
Who had but there heart and soul for the curios
That rich could buy to the girls of the city
And own their hearts with doe and ditty

Here’s a verse that calls all those
Who secretly wrote the pledged prose
Who revered a woman like there’s no tomorrow
Yet compromised, and embraced the sorrow

That’s a part of them, innate inseparable
Till today from the vows through pigeons till cable
And that will not be known to the world, as
With their grave was buried their sacred word

The dystopian world where they lived
With their beloved when reality cribbed
Where love won and the world lost
Where sorrows accrued as the morning frost

Where wealth was measured in emotion
And disarming lovers decreed against commotion
That world alas couldn’t last
As reality ascertained its grip, jolly fast

Will never return, that jilted lover
The life of his beloved will see him hover
When she’s anxious or dwindles on stage
When the essence of marriage seems too vague

When that abstract instinct seem so real
And reality of relation, becomes surreal
Yet bliss won’t resume and sorrows won’t stall
Until oceans part… and skies fall.

~AbhishekM

Jul 9, 2014

सावन के वो सत्तर दिन



वर्षा ऋतू आ ही गई, समाचार सुबह चीख रहे थे
जुलाई आधा बीत चूका, हम पहली बार भीग रहे थे
आज खिसिया गए ये बादल, बचपन में बड़ा लुभाते थे
सावन के वो सत्तर दिन तब सही समय पर आते थे।

जौ, गेहूं, सरसों की फसलें कट जाती थी सही समय
मेला बाजार बिकती थी, पर धन से ऊपर था प्रणय
लौट किसान के सुखें कंठ जब गीत खरीफ के गाते थे
सावन के वो सत्तर दिन तब सही समय पर आते थे।

आम के पेड़ों पर अनगिनत सूरज दमकते थे
नीचे बैठ जब ताकते, मुँह खुला, दीदे चमकते थे
शाम ढलते ढलते दो चार तो गिर जाते थे
सावन के वो सत्तर दिन तब सही समय पर आते थे।

किस डाल से झूला बंधेगा शाम तक होता था ये चर्चा
फसलों से ऊंचा उग जाता फरमाइशों का मामूली पर्चा
पर किवाड़ के अंदर खेले खेल कभी हमें न भाते थे
सावन के वो सत्तर दिन तब सही समय पर आते थे।

कुछ तला चटपटा खाने को हर शाम मन मचलता था
कपड़ो पर कीचड तो उन दिनों भी उछलता था
पर मोटर के पहिये नहीं दोस्त छपक के आते थे
सावन के वो सत्तर दिन तब.…


~ अभिषेक मिश्रा

May 13, 2014

सीख

ईश्वर सीखे इन्सान से
कैसे आस्था बढ़ाई जाती  है
कलयुग सीखे द्वापर से
कैसे मित्रता निभाई जाती है

शहर सीखे जंगल से
कैसे मेघा समाई जाती है
सीखे सागर नदीयों से
कैसे सभ्यता बसाई जाती है

शहरी जाने किसान से
अनाज की कद्र क्या होती है
सीखें युवा, जवान से
देश की फ़िक्र क्या होती है

माँ पूछे इक बाँझ से
औलाद की अहमियत क्या है
बूझें रेगिस्तान से
जलाशय की कीमत क्या है

शांति सीखे संग्राम से
रण में मरण की भीषणता
कौरव सीखें पार्थ से
वासना विलास की क्षणभंगुरता

रात सिखाये प्रभात को
कर्मो के फल नहीं खोते
सूरज तो आता जाता है
नक्षत्र कभी नहीं सोते
~ अभिषेक मिश्रा 



Feb 25, 2014

My message to the CIA, INTERPOL and POTUS, through my Inbox!

This might seem somewhat crazy. But everything Orwellian is! I just stumbled upon this old email (dated 5th July 2013) that I wrote to myself with most keywords that should set the alarm in the vigilante fraternity. This was probably when I read 1984 by George Orwell. Given the developments at the Indian and global political stage, this impulsive outburst looks quite a probable outcome, which is why I decided to post it.

Here’s the screenshot of the mail. The transcript follows.



































Transcript of the mail


Sub: Dear surveillance, President, CIA, NASA, Interpol, POTUS and whoever, wherever you are:

I know you're reading this mail. And I want to share an opinion with you...
Gradually but surely, all your intel and propaganda and conspiracies - clubbed with your allies and believers of these, scattered all over the world - will make our tiny planet such a cynical goblet of mistrust and insecurity that people will get scared, then get cynical, then crazy, then mad and finally wild. It is then when they'll topple governments and their agencies. Let's not forget that the people working at the INSIDE are handful and only humans. So in times like I prophesize above, most of them they will default and join the masses.
And when this occurs on a global scale (countries will be short of colours for their revolutions), when governments defunct, agencies cease, judiciaries hang, people get mad and protectors join the crowd; I don't need to tell you what follows: Socialism.
In other words, your finest tactics are but pillars for resurrecting your most abhorred fear: Socialism.
If there are planets with life elsewhere, their beings are expected to get enlightened in their life cycle. Our earth is apparently a failed experiment but you are doing nothing to help the situation. 
Turning reality into propaganda (read terrorists, and anti-americans in general) and turning propaganda into reality (read global peace, conspiracies, diplomacy, growth and evolution) is going to be more fatal than you can imagine.
And when time comes to that, you won't have an enemy or oppressor with a face or name. There will be swarms of rebels, carrying sticks, stones, guns, grenades, bio-chemicals and whatnot) and wipe even the most potent army that stands before them. Recall France, Russia, India, Greeks, Romans, Aryans, Pandavs and many more examples of this. 
You may decide to bring harm to me (just another nobody) by an accident or probe or whatever covert means. But please understand I want you to prosper, by prospering your people and therefore I'm giving you a piece of my mind, and heart. Sovereignty and technology is a powerful blend, use it wisely. Because some earthlings do get enlightened in their lifetime.

End of mail

On second thoughts, I think it reads funny, went a tad too far. Or may be not !?