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
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
The Voyage - I
Where am I? What place could this be, how far away is this place what is it's distance from my destiny!
This Thing Called Love
As I dive deep into this thing called love, admiring the surprizing thing walking besides a human who's so alive and throwing away useless blings
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 am Maximus, the pursuant of vital life
In the wake of my character is instilled my spirit's pride
Born to kill, I release from it's confinements the soul
It matters little if my job is what the world abhors