Born into the confines of space and time, yearning for all the freedom that this world can offer.
I live through my words, I ride the peripheries of all existence through them.
When I bump into emotions, into situations, into the finesse of life or dive into it's sordid realities, I find myself in the midst of these strings that give me solace. I find myself beneath words. more »
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Ankur Beohar Poems
I saw in the mirror a disheveled human cast barely recognizable for it was clinging onto it's past
It reverberates in my conscience the aroma of your being Even if the distances are a few thousand kilometers My love has not lost it's sheen
Two worlds that I live in, both live on the shore of a sea One, impregnated with the dreams of the rise The other, giving me a life to surmise
I breathe the stale air of demise It's the stench of death that makes me walk upright torrid it seems to the humans alone For beasts and me, this anathema is a state bygone.
I see a sea of people Not remorseful of being ordinary Purposeful of their daily ventures Unmindful of the greatest irony
'A moment it is', she said; this moment is all that remains between us. Between us because of this spark, the fire shall never ignite..
The Arrow Of My Heart
An arrow from the darkness of my heart shot in the direction of my heart raging with fire of the fiery passion that we shared while penning down the chronicles of our art.
The Eternal Pursuit
Yet another gentle Gnarl in my destiny Another person's life impressed upon me as I make way through the vacuum of my impoverished spirit into the shining star of supernal luminosity
I am waiting for something, perhaps for the next sunrise Or maybe for an event more enchanting 'a smile in your eyes'.
Why is there so much calmness in the muddled waters of sea? Is there a storm that is brewing some distance away! Or the waves have decided to take a little break Before the torrential winds again make them sway
Twilight Of Dawn
I should have then, shattered the world before me! Disrespectful and disdainful, It appeared.
Why should I break myself in pieces ever, and ever again Why should I get into the chaos if it's not my life, which has to gain?
Someday, There would be a smile on your lips and a glow on you face a certitude in your heart
There's a reason why I miss you you are not in my home You are instead in the world which is filled with infectious chrome
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I saw in the mirror
a disheveled human cast
for it was clinging onto it's past
I humored myself
at what I appeared to be
there was a deep calm within my heart
even as I looked at the caricature
of reining calamity
but when deeper did I go
into my own cleaved shape
I saw lost amongst the light
my belonging to the darker shade
Yes! There was a streak
of burning of my grievous heart
My mind could deceive me
but the mirror played it's part
Why did you go?
Is this the reason for which you cleaved my life? ...