Ankur Beohar Poems
|1.||The Eternal Pursuit||9/23/2013|
|2.||The Arrow Of My Heart||11/5/2013|
|3.||This Thing Called Love||11/27/2013|
|4.||The Voyage - I||12/12/2013|
|8.||Twilight Of Dawn||1/3/2014|
|13.||Voyage - Iii||7/20/2014|
|14.||Voyage - Iv||7/20/2014|
|16.||The Kindered Dawn||7/20/2014|
|17.||The Spirit Unbound||7/20/2014|
|21.||The Voyage Of Fates||11/7/2014|
|22.||The Rainbow Of Hope||12/9/2014|
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? ...
'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..
No! this moment will not lead to a conflagration.
It won't burn, it would not consume, this fire;
It would just shine, as it does in the ocean at night
It would just glitter as does in the necklace of pearls
It can survive but it would flutter,