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She Is

She is like rain, scattered drops but when it falls it's soothing.
She is like soil, so hard but keeps your soul holding.
She is like fire, which burns but turns you shining.
She is contentment, invisible but when in you is pleasing.
She is like nothing, when she is not you too are nothing.

She is constant, yet comes in goes out being in harmony.
She is convoluted, always formed deformed, evolving dissolving in symphony.
She is magical, appearing like wonder- blunder, ugly beauty diaphony.
She is science, as been experimented observed deduced in cosmogony.
She is eternal, around you, in you, is you, present-omni (XX/XY).

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Tik Tok Lost Its Pace

Tik Tok Lost Its Pace

When you turned, I got a glimpse of your face,
And then time stopped for me, though you moved ahead...
When I resumed from there of that moment,
It's the playful thoughts only retained and it was so pleasant.....


Now that I'm recalling that moment,
giving words to those scene and events,
The chime of wind which then sing, When you turned back to me,
It Touched your face, blew your curly hairs, then revealed the pleasing face....
And then tik tik lost its pace.... Wou ou aa aa a...


I don't know why, you starred at me,
You spoke aloud or just smiled at me,
I don't understand you left no clues,
Or you blanked me out, no I was fused,
Now that I'm bringing back, to elicit yes I've to trace
Why tik tok lost its pace..... Wou ou aa aa a...

I remember those expressive eyes,
That sharp look like of a spy
I wonder how you adorned them
So blue they were like the sky of heaven,
Do they sing some cosmic song
Yeah it's a spell and it's so strong 

So tik tok lost its pace...
So tik tok lost its pace...
So tik tok lost its pace...
So tik tok lost its pace...Wou ou aa aa a...

~Ashok Kumar Mishra

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Cold Cotton Road

I'm denuded from the extravagant
When the breeze, gliding icy scent
The season of valentine, birds chirping in their nest
Whence I'm stepping on paradise, on the cold cotton road
Now my costume is rustic, I'm listening music-folk

The bird of passage is starring, the sky so blue
The tall primeval wearing white coat greets "I welcome you"
And All around the camouflaged woods, covered in snow
Whence I'm walking in paradise, along the cold cotton road
I'm covered by woollen, I'm breathing vapor, so cold

It's quarter to ten, in the active city
My eyes are widened starring the angel's beauty
Since wondering mind acclaimed, wee lassie is so pretty
Whence I'm roaming in paradise, past the cold cotton road
I'm filled with joy, for the wonders I behold

A journey to paradise along the cold cotton road....

~Ashok Kumar Mishra

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Counting Stars

Counting Stars!

I see the moon and the stars,
Glowing bright and scattered apart.
I count em one to some numbers
And mean while I get your thoughts.

I get your thoughts that you too be looking at em,
May be counting or just wondering at  them.
Or may be the ?? Moon wondering on you
That without you here Stars are few.

So do you go out in the night,
Under the sky when no there's no City light.
And say hi to the Moon and to the stars,
Cos I miss the count as the moon shows your flash.

~Ashok Kumar Mishra

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Just Hold My Hands and Walk Along

From the valley of mountains to the river banks,
Just hold my hand and walk along.
Witness the rising sun in the appealing dawn,
Let the monsoon wind blow your hair
Let the morning star stare this face -
Like the moon, lovely and fair.

In the evening when we'll sit together -
On the chairs of rocks far away from crowd
But to the horizon it's so closer.
And when you lean your head on my arms,
Like The time of dusk just moving slower,
Under the green red sky and few stars,
Smiling faces, beating hearts but the talks are over

When we'll walk along the rivers - 
Besides the rising sun and glittering water
With joyous mind you murmur the songs,
And the swans flying in, leaving all fear.
Cream white gown embellished with pearls
And The reddish scarf which you wear
Just walk along holding the hands
From the valley of mountains to the river banks

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I Stumble

I Stumble

In the nights, when there's no lights
I woke with these thoughts
And lit the candles!

The illuminated darkness, reminds of you
I seek for light from the candle
At the corner of my room, to the rays
I stare keen and I stumble

Along the road, when I walk
I see my left, that you could be there
But the falling leaves from the trees
Reminds of you and I stumble

Watching the TV, after I reach
From office to home, I look for you
I could put my head on your lap
To Take your warmth and kisses few
While filled with these thoughts
I stare keen and then I stumble!

~Ashok Kumar Mishra

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The Propagation

The Propagation

Here you're always Quiet, now and ever.
The Endeavor to reach you out  from this Muted World,
That I take My Stance, to stop by, but it's so Crowd.
Have you heard or the voice faded away before it reach you out....

Here it Appears, always linger, time to time.
The Endeavor to fade away into the Empty Space,
As I take My stance, to wipe em out, but it’s so Precious.
Will you value or I just put them on, to the paper….

Here it Resides, always beats, slow and slower.
The Endeavor to sync with yours before it Stops,
When I take My Stance, to hear it out, but it’s so Faint.
How we tell if it stopped or it’s beating slow as we both miss each other again….

distance covered via social medias, to those memories, to the beats of heart which beats to be merged......

~Ashok Kumar Mishra

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In the Urban Open Space 1

 In The Urban Open Space 1

I was standing in the middle of urban open space...... The place was lonely as I couldn't see any similar creature like me.... I started staring at the towers of residential apartments. Few blocks dark, few were glowing.... But I couldn't see any bods.... I started gazing at the blue sky and the orange incandescents, the only fixed and glittering star, the vivid moon, the trees stood firm holding their ground, the blinking red light on the towers.... I was gazing at the moon and it's aura.... The bats were flying high....I was listening the creeping sounds... The sound of automotives .... Though they were moving far away but still their produced noise was conquering every obstacle..... and the sound of silence and the sound from with in which, wanna out burst in to cry.....

In the late evening, in the dark I wasn't able to distinguish if these are trees or just the dark Shadows....I started asking questions, lips were constant and the voice from with in mumbling, to these trees as if they all are there stood constant and listening to me.... I was asking them " why are you standing fixed, are you happy, are you listening me, why are you not scared, do you scream, or you are as silent as I'm right now here..... Silent but talking.... Do you love.... Do you fight.... Do you care what I'm asking all about..... Blunder thoughts out broken.....


Then I felt that quiet environment..... Only my thoughts were resounding every where.... I went closer to these trees and the near by bushes.... Though lit by the bright moon but it's only the darkness which was prevailing.... I saw the the blinking light in that darkness like the LEDs blinking.... AHH! The firefly!!! It has it's own light.... It was there as if it was trying to show me something inside that darkness.... Alas! one more!.... One more!... They are appearing all sudden, one by one, as if they do read me and understand me that I'm still not able to see there.... What did they want me to see.... Are they trying to guide me?????  

.... Read part two



~Ashok Kumar Mishra

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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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Vision

Vision!

Red blue green the colors we have seen,
In different forms, forming illusion.
Sometimes in real sometimes in dream,
The 3D world but 2D vision.

But when I stretch my arms, outta my blanket,
And I wake up in the morning, as my eyes are open,
Illusions fade, all the dreamy characters evade,
When your face is there and I just stare stare stare....

And those free, dangling hairs,
When you let them fall, over my face,
Those sharp looking eyes gazing me in pairs,
Then I could not escape from this magical space.

Then the warmth of your hugs,
The sound Tik Tok of the clock,
Goes outta sync, these moments and logs
But I still manage to be there in your lock
While I am managing to stay there and I stare stare stare.....

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