Tag: Sandeep Kumar Mishra

My Gallery

In the upper part of my bodyA cognitive bell ringsFrom a dial-up connection of live wiresThe modem is working justTo repeatedly provide the facsimile ofBarren and bald pathsInner lumbering of daily freightCoiling, clutching upwardThere is no vivacityThe vital force has parasitedHow do I inhale life?My days and nights are boltedInside a brain cellMy voice has... Continue Reading →

My Father

My clock’s been swung to zeroThere is no zero on other clocks,I don’t know where my dad lives,Previous night my skin felt softAs he kissed with his wet lipsMy dad wishes me upbeat,He replies his recent minor emergenciesAbout his well-being, about how he playedWith my siblings and sisters,He needs me to return to lifeWhy only... Continue Reading →

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