Holiday Season: A Poem by Kishor Kumar Mishra
To the farthest south, as the Sun travelsThe northern hemisphere sees the Winter solsticeThe holiday season starts with celebrationsMonotony takes a brake, with joy and...
To the farthest south, as the Sun travelsThe northern hemisphere sees the Winter solsticeThe holiday season starts with celebrationsMonotony takes a brake, with joy and...
My diary is my dearest passion It stores my true emotionsRandom reflections & Spontaneous scribblingCrystallizes my silly secrets & sagacious sensibilities Overwhelming, it is filled up to...
At dusk when the sky spills over patches of amber, crimson, orange, and grey With my head bent over my diary I sit by the...
Cocooning in our houses, the world has turned upside down Fear gripping, all living an isolated life, so lone Days are dark and depressive, nights,...
A season to rejoice! and a reason to conspire;Against all the profanity,Or the treason of humanity,To create an atmosphere of amity.Kickstarts with the culmination of...
I know you miss me, When you listen to a song I used to hum, When you laugh at a joke, You would have liked...
With a jolt you sit up after a sleepless dark night Trying uselessly to gather yourself with all your might And as the leaves shake...
I know you miss me, Yet you turn your gaze And often recoil from meeting my gaze, As I will read clearly How much your...
Sitting in solitude by the riverside ;Looking up at the clouds with watery eyes,As you discover your shadow clinging by,You miss my presence terribly thereby.Every...
Because I love you I can steal the stars,And, rob the sky of its pride and glow,Or, maybe, I can stop the clock,And, eternity will...
I stand on the threshold of lifeI look into the far yonderTrying to read signs of times to comeAyond the horizon I focus my sight….At...
Arpita tried hard to fight back her tears. If they caught her weeping, friends would wonder why she was crying when she should be rejoicing...