When You Were There…

When you were there
There was everything out here
There was that leitmotiv smile
That spread over distances
As you passed by me.
There was that adept shoulder
That regenerated zonked energies
As you burdened it for me.
There was that daring altruist
Who mused for this impetuous loco
As you dared it for me.
There was that confident chum
Which gave all the liberties
As you did it for me.

There was that deep lauded love
That envied one and all
As you shared it with me
There was that best pillar
Who was just so unique
As you were for me
But, when you are not there,
Am finally left nowhere
There is no smile, energy or confidence
There’s no such lively freshness
There's only this future so hapless
Why have you reneged your cogent words
That you would stand by in even  & odds??                     

            

They Say I Have Changed...

They say I have changed,
No, I don’t believe them.
“The element of change
is crucial to the art of living.”
What if I have changed?
And what if I haven’t?
Unchanged life is also a change!
If change in attitudes, so have I.
Thoughts are positively disastrous, if they are.
Luck turns massive, ah really?
Words coined together,
to pun at commas.
Mouths shut when business is gained,
Frustration says,”never mind, luck still prevails”.
Life is long, days are short.
Earn your seconds outta every moment,
Love life and live for yourself.
No, selfishness is not the change, if it is.
Matter and man don’t tug your philosophies,
It’s the blood of your soul that rushes out
When you pen down…
Daring life, shooting dangers…
No, no…
It never makes a change, if it is.

Deceptive souls, avoided at last,
Distanced and observed, read and experimented,
Faced and triumphed.
The strategy doesn’t claim a change, if it is.
Arrogance and diplomacy,
Formal and cold
Attitude patterns remark refinement
They don’t mean a change, if it is.
Dreams and ambitions
Hopes and thoughts,
Views of a blast, focus on future…
Desires of fame!
Nation and family, whichever comes first,
The decision doesn’t conclude a change, if it is.
Nostalgia and boredom,
Soiled forever.
Uncovered? no, never!
Always a step ahead, with growing life,
to guide myself to practical themes.
So, what’s a change?
Fashions change, designs change,
Currencies change, times change,
Choices change, decisions change,
Motives change, humans change…
And I…I just followed!
Then who has changed?
Not me of course…
They still say I have changed,
No, I don’t believe them!

My Work...

The Hilly Village

A Sin Named Injustice...

There is everything out here,
except something that I miss
some agony from within, I cant bear,
the remnant of my mind is at bliss
but the sole element,in ire!

That very little one,
which always remained so jolly,
whats up? I don't get it...
Why does it behave so stiffly?
It took a lot to realise every bit
that someone has been treated unjustly.
It is that scintilla of truth
that my character revolves around, 
this excites the lurking loathe
for any injustice whose reason is not found.
there should be nothing biased,
everything should be fair and bound.
The sin hence committed shall never be redeemed,
the puny one shall remain so forever,
personifying my lucid temperament,as it seemed
Agitation! As injustice is done to my vigor. 
[JUNE 2005]

About Waning Crescendo...

Waning Crescendo is an oxymoron!
No! i didnt select an oxymoron to prove anything "new" or a confused state of mind. I named it so, as I felt the "waning crescendo"! Slowly the readers shall be acquainted with the "waning" and the "crescendo" parts of my life. The fact is, to get rid of the wane, we need the crescendo and vice versa, that's how we are balanced! Both are integral in every human's life. when there is no waning crescendo, there is no element of excitement in life!
We all have felt both of them, cried with the wane and been determined with the crescendo. The wane has crescendos, and the crescendo wanes too! Thus, the "waning crescendo"...

Didn't I Search You?

Didn't I search you,

in every voice that toned you?

Didnt I search you,
in every walk that copied you?
Didnt I search you,
in every action that showed you?
Didnt I search you,
in every warmth that felt you?
Didnt I search you,
in every odour that smelt you?
Yes, I did search you,
in every clue that hinted you,
I did search you,
everytime I remembered you,
I did search you,
all the time I needed you.
I did search you,
in every heart that loved you.
But...I could never find you,
as above me is the space of infinity,
through which I cant even trace you.
[NOV 2005]

Writes An Escapist...

Always chose the easy path,
hoping an easy life out of that.
Always chose a fragile wrath,
hoping no harm out of the act.
Always chose the stronger side,
hoping to triumph all the games.
Always chose someone to guide,
hoping to transfer all the blames.
Always chose the protected backyards,
hoping not to be perceived.
Always chose the king of the cards,
hoping the reality is not conceived.
Always chose the escaping mode,
hoping to have all aids and cures.
Always chose to betray the load,
But never knew, i am one of the failures...
[APRIL-2005]

if introduction was easy...

Frankly,the answer to who am I,is known to everybody else,but me! hmm...i tried to unravel the mystery,but in vain.so i have decided to give up and carry on life,as it is.
Mishra...Alisha Mishra-to define me in the bond sense! January 14th was the day,and obviously i dont remember. Born to an upper middle class Brahmin family, life is very chickenless many at times,very painful...
Nation, this is something i am the most sensitive about. May be heredity is the factor, being an Indian is the best achievement for me. My land is Katak. A sensitive, caring and cooperative region hidden somewhere called the Orissa.
Next is the family. Yeah, my chickenless family! Well,am no veggie and this is what i am most hated for by my folks. What shall i say, sorry...cant resist chicken. My parents are gawds. "gawds"-me the atheist. No "god" in my dictionary.
Life has begun, and shall end with only one integral character-Nana,my father. Life beyond him is like, struggling inside the whale's mouth...huh! Can't imagine!
Being a Jack is sometimes good. A combination of technical and literal weapons made Alisha! I love blowing my own trumpet! Tabla- the so called instrument of the men, is my first weapon. My teacher has high expectations from me as the female tablist, this is the boosting factor.
Sketching is like recreating the nature, more real than the coloured fakies. Bringing out depths and experimenting the shades, is fun.
Nana gave me one of the most important talents of his, Writing. When you can jot down your expressions through a simple pen, it fells great! Writing plays and stories makes you feel like the creator because the characters are yours, the story is yours, and you make them move as per your interest...and when these are enacted by real homo sapiens...feels like, gawd!
Poetry is the simplest way to express ones emotions, only thing i hate in it,"bombastisism"-it doesn't denote simplicity.
Criminal Psychology, Abnormal psychology, temperamental analysis, Mind power...they have a mysterious seducing fragrance. Imagine the satisfaction one earns, being able to recognize humans,liars,criminals just by the countenance. I want that satisfaction! I have emptied more of these libraries than romantic novels, cant help, this is me.
Hackers-the very positive poor fellas often prejudiced. Their dark world has a pious ambition lurking, its called security! I'll give the world some time to understand their reality. When all fields have some unsolved mysteries, why not this?
Knowing something about everything is actually more sensible than being perfect in one and a total dumb in the others...i mean, I am sensible.
My world turns upside down, when it comes to Injustice. Slowly i shall be able to stand that too, am growing! Soon I shall be losing my teenage, it went well, am happy. But am ageing, that's bad! Responsibilities, job, marriage, children, in-laws-Ah! I am REALLY ageing!
Love for Nation, family, friends I have in plenty, but not the "other" one...believe me, life without partner at this stage is the best life we lead. No lies, no fears, no tension, no breakups, no gossips...live bindas!
Food and mood swing together. Chicken is obvious, along with real hot chillies. Yo! Now I am happy! A sweet blend of black coffee or tea and a Thumsup-me happier! A peaceful arena, and my happy edibles-the happiest! They call me a pure Brahmin, spoilt by chicken! True!
Good harmonisation, I am a musical human. Getting drunk with the wine of music, is a regular addiction. I like it.
Overall, this is me. I have done nothing more than blowing my trumpet, I love it! Simple funda, Live happy, let others be happy...