Biography of Ankur Beohar
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.
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
If 'where will I now find you? ' is the question that you have, let me tell you:
What My Heart Says...
You've got to listen to me, Lest, you feel afraid,
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.
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
I am waiting for something, perhaps for the next sunrise Or maybe for an event more enchanting 'a smile in your eyes'.
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..
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
I see a sea of people
Not remorseful of being ordinary
Purposeful of their daily ventures
Unmindful of the greatest irony
Where will it lead?
This toll that is occupying them for so long
Will it lead to liberation?
Will it pave a way out of forlorn?
Or will they struggle forever to live a life of dignity