Collection of classic and modern poems by JASHASWINI MISHRA
I put my pen to paper,
scribbling, doodling,
trying some line art,
then scratching them all.
Now this is where
the magic happens,
when all of a sudden,
my clouded emotions
cascade down the nib,
gracefully flowing,
just as free as a bird,
with limitless boundaries.
It may take any route,
be it peaks or valleys,
so long it's in motion.
It may be paused momentarily
by traffic of thoughts,
but then I drive past
and arrive at the endgame,
thus awakening the newborn,
the so-called 'Poem'.
Morning peeped in
through my window
and offered
a cup of hazy sunshine,
admixed with li'l droplets
of dense grainy mist,
and a sweet aroma
of crispy dewy leaves.
Trying to give it
a warm hug,
I spread my arms wide.
But alas!
I was greeted
by hot and pitiless sunrays.
And I was yet again deceived
by the notoriously romantic
wee hours.
~©Jashaswini_Mishra
I close my eyes
and break all ties,
no time for goodbyes,
just 'hows' and 'whys'.
From the world of lies
and of painful cries,
to the land of the wise
yeah I arise.
With suffocating sighs
of relief and surprise,
I stain the skies
with paints and dyes.
I miss cream pies
and the spicy fries.
Well time flies,
that's what I despise.
For the lows and highs
of my life, I surmise,
Is this really my prize?
'Nah', my mind denies.
So pointless a man tries
and the trouble he defies,
until the time he dries,
and then the man dies.
~©Jashaswini_Mishra
Round as a pearl
and red as fire,
up came the moon
with its spooky attire.
It was the same old one,
nothing had changed,
perhaps soaked in blood,
felt so estranged.
The stillness of the night
seemed faintly evil,
and the howling of the beasts
sounded like the devil.
Was the moon bleeding,
or was it just a trance?
Scarred for its life,
nowhere to advance.
~©Jashaswini_Mishra
She walks with grace
like a swan's pace,
forever in her place,
feels like a maze.
This ain't no race,
no one to chase,
none to replace,
just shadows to embrace.
To herself she says,
'Just another phase,
soon gonna erase.
But what if it stays?'
With a timid heart, she prays
and yet, she walks with grace.
~©Jashaswini_Mishra
I saw Him in the crack of dawn,
standing on the lofty mountain.
He spread His arms wide, as though
He could embrace my grieving soul.
I knew not if He was real,
I must have been hallucinating.
Dressed in purple robe, He called
'Come to Me, My dearest pal,
For I am the Lord, your God,
Let Me take you to My eternal abode'.
~©Jashaswini_Mishra
#mondaymotivation 😇
The aura of dawn
brings new hopes,
new rays of sunshine
leaving behind
the obscure night,
taking a step towards
the brightness ahead,
pushing aside
the sky overcast,
knowing there will be
again a dark phase,
and yet goes on
and on and on,
'cause it can't upset
the Universal Law.
~©Jashaswini_Mishra
I've just come across a piece of my poetry from those I had penned in my schooling career, during the 6th Grade. It has brought back a lot of memories to recollect. Does your past also revive some good thoughts sometimes?
P.S. Me being a kid at that time, there might be some typographical errors. Kindly ignore. 😋
Rain drops drizzling
from the wide blue yonder,
with a faint breeze whistling,
Oh what a wonder!
The air is so fresh
with the pleasant, musty petrichor,
soothes the soul and flesh,
causes new hopes to flicker.
Sitting by the window sill
I look beyond the skyline,
I see the clouds with extra frill,
and those with a silver line.
May the clouds continue to shower.
Let the first rain reveal its might and power.
~©Jashaswini_Mishra
Wandering in the dark night
through the backyard,
Staring at the gray Siberian sky
and hoping to spot a shooting star,
he remained awake
for he was haunted
by his own ghosts,
ghosts from his past,
those unsettling images
flashing before his eyes.
They felt real lucid.
Well, he had once believed
those could not long be concealed.
They were to show,
sooner or later.
Nonetheless he retreated to bed
with a fear, indescribable.
However hours went by
And he was not far
from the sweet breezy dawn
with a moist scent of lavender.
He then realised
there ain't no time to ponder.
And for that day
once again he became
a robotic machine.
~©Jashaswini_Mishra
I closed my eyes
Trying hard to sleep.
Perhaps I could catch a dream
and travel to faraway lands.
I could soar above the mountains
or shine infinitely like the cosmic stars.
I could be a princess
longing for my beloved,
or stare endlessly
at the crystal clear waters of the Caribbean.
I could achieve anything
but only if I were dreaming.
'Cause it was the moment
I realised was the beginning of my nightmare.
Bringing back all the terrors from their graves,
with shuddering breaths and racing heartbeats,
and sweats and devil-faced anxieties.
Then I woke up to find out
reality was much worse than nightmare,
'cause it never ends
and has to be faced.
Well now I am betrayed by dream
and nightmare gave me
a reality check.
~©Jashaswini_Mishra
I know not
the dormant pain
buried deep within
the baffled brain.
Bewildered as it is
in the nucleus,
yet coated with ecstasy
Isn't that hilarious?
Well I don't recognise
this double-faced mind.
Is it just me, or
is it something darkly intertwined?
To me it appears
simple just the way ice melts.
What if it were a shadow,
a silhouette or something else?
Perhaps it's just the lassitude
which makes it all Greek to me,
So I decide to leave it all
because, you know, it's not my cup of tea.
~©Jashaswini_Mishra
She is fierce,
she is powerful,
the language she speaks
seems so colorful.
She is passionate
to spread light and love
with a mind of wonder
and a heart of fondness.
She is an idol
designed to be admired.
She is truly determined
and just unstoppable.
She depicts the meaning of inspiration
as she meets challenges with creativity.
She possesses a warrior's strength,
which has already become
the source of encouragement.
Appreciate her for spreading knowledge
in this brutal world,
because she is so fearless,
let her mastery remain unfurled.
~©Jashaswini_Mishra
Just the way lightning strikes,
so does love,
with a moment of ethereal touch
to boundless solitude.
~©Jashaswini_Mishra
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