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In the Urban Open Space 2

In The Urban Open Space 2

Some flew away, may be they lost the hope that my eyes do not focus... May be they felt that I don't have the sight they want me to see....AHH why do you all leaving.... Stay few more time.... Don't lose hope and don't let me feel the anxiety... Now I looked around... Some are still there fixed to some leaves and blinking.... They have hope.... Yeah they have hope... They know they can only blink till I can see.... I wanna see.... They want me to come again and again till I can see.... But could I see????.... I'm fixed with my gaze to their light and they want me to put focus on that, for which they are blinking their light...

I stepped back few steps. Then I looked up to the sky. Now it's more dark. the blue sky has lost it's colour to the darkness. The moon is smiling or it's just there fighting to perish the darkness. I again saw the only star, twinkling. The dark clouds didn't dare to rover over it. It's the dhruba Tara, pointing to the North. It's fixed but directional and guiding the absolute direction. I am seeing a moving blinking light. It's moving away and transmitting the roar penetrated through the clouds... Coloured light, catching my sight.... I was wondering... For few seconds, to escape this lonely place I followed it. A light I'm following but it's moving away.... I realised it's not the light which is giving me direction to move.... I stopped there... Let it go.... I looked around again. The trees visible like Shadows, the tall tall apartment towers, the blinking light on the network towers, the darkness inside the bushes, the fireflies, the moon, the dhruba Tara..... I listened again the creeping sounds, the sounds of automotives, the sound of silence and the out burst from with in.....

~Ashok Kumar Mishra

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David Smith Date: 10/22/2018 3:24:00 PM I was not disappointed. Good luck with your continued journey to enlightenment, a journey started by our ancestors and hopefully carried on by the next generation. We can help them in the quest by teaching them not to fear the questions. Very best wishes David in NZ Login to Reply Ashok Kumar Mishra Date: 10/22/2018 8:54:00 PM Thanks a lot David..... Here the point is in our journey many will be disappointed with our inability or delayed observation.... But few will be always there with us like parents or best friend or the teachers, they'll always there with hope and if we'll look back to their hope then we can build up the hope we lose... Thanks a ton for completing this and giving your valuable feedback

Mystic Rose Rose Date: 4/20/2018 6:12:00 AM The moon is smiling or it's just there fighting to perish the darkness. A beautiful phrase, I never thought of it that way until I read this. Very well done Ashok, Login to Reply Ashok Kumar Mishra Date: 4/20/2018 12:04:00 PM Thank you pixie.... You have read it very detailed and realised the words.... That's a lot to me... Thank you :)

Tom Cunningham Date: 4/5/2018 9:06:00 AM I enjoyed this Ashok, there is nothing better than to look up to that vast dark sky and get lost in your thoughts, the beauty of creation. Tom Login to Reply Ashok Kumar Mishra Date: 4/5/2018 9:17:00 AM Thank you very much. I'm honoured! Regards, Ashok.

Jo Chadwick Date: 3/29/2018 11:28:00 AM I had to read it to the end, to find out whether I had the right meaning. What were the creatures lifting your eyes to the stars? And do you love to stargaze! I loved this poem. Login to Reply Ashok Kumar Mishra Date: 3/29/2018 1:46:00 PM Hey Jo! It's not creatures indeed the vastness of the open space and sudden realisation of nights dark.... To stare me sky.... And then the artificial creature air plane blinking light let me make distinction between star and it self.... Yes I love star gaze.... They always brink perplex thoughts.... Thank you, I'm honoured you loved it.