Devil's Diary

discover d devil within u . . .

HOW CAN SHE...?

How can she...
Hide her pain uncomplainingly ,
Bury her tears in her eyes
And suffer alone with her sacrifice !

As a mother,she depicts love and care ;
And stands behind when no one is there
The breathes and milk,she selflessly gives...
And almost nothing is what she receives !

As a sister,she is more of a best friend
No matter how you quarrel or offend ;
She always supplies the succour and support
And boosts your spirits for every effort.

As a wife,she is your better-half,
She cries with you and laughs when you laugh ;
Your tears make her tears,your joys are her joys...
Your dreams are her dreams,your words make her voice !

Despite the struggle and sacrifice...
She is always ready to compromise :
The world is queer sans her company...
Yet she never boasts....how can she...?

- Debasish Mishra

CHANGE - THE VISION OF 2014

People will discuss and complain
Pester and demand again and again;
But Only few will fight for change...
The reality is gravely strange !

Change is inevitable,
Pleasant and delectable;
Only when you try to taste the fruit...
You have a chance to know the truth !

Pompous promises echo everywhere..
Resolutions made here and there....
But belling the cat is really tough...
Mere thinking is not enough !

Change is a mammoth challenge;
See Kejriwal or Julian Assange ;
Change is bought at a price...
It requires pain and sacrifice !

In 2014, let us simply try...
To change the mess around the eye ;
If everyone does his bit,
The outcome can be really sweet !

- Debasish mishra

BEING A BEST FRIEND TO THY VALENTINE  .  .  .

Even the earth is wedded to the skies,
But oft we see that the latter cries ;
The breeze loves the flowers' company,
But has to fight with thorns many !

Every morn the Sun hugs the seas so tight
Until the tricks of the night
Separate them with the canopy of darkness
While the dawn recreates their togetherness !

This clearly brings the truth to light
That love has both, tears and delight :
Misunderstandings may come and go :
But the trust and love should never be low.

Every tear that falls from the eye
Each worry and the painful sigh
Should add to the mound of love...
That no force on earth can ever rub.  

- Debasish Mishra

LOST . . . . . 

Lost in the sea of obscurity….
Bereft of all l had…..
I look for the fragments of my identity…..
With a thousand reasons to be sad…..!

Strange it is, but all I get
As an answer to my murderous quest
Are ink, tears, blood and sweat
Things that define my identity best……!

A thousand travails that I faced
The burden of pain which I elicited
Made my goals and dreams all displaced…..
And took to oblivion things that were gifted…..!

No sight of land…….no clue of any shore…..
I am alone in the sea of obscurity….
Taming the inner turmoil and outer uproar
Still looking for more of my identity……!

- Debasish Mishra

YOU ARE THE ONE . . . . . 

You are the one...
My solace & my Sun ;
My desires & my dreams ,
My everything...it seems !

Even in your absence,
I feel your omniscience;
You are there in my shadow
When I do not know where to go !

There is a peace in your chatter
That amuses me , no matter,
And releases all my tension
Such is the strength of affection !

Even the pain that I get from you
Is pleasant like a gift new
It is a delight to bear it in me
Because it relieves you from tears many !

My barren heart needs that pain
As though it is a gust of rain;
I need you in my despair & fun...
As you are the one ~ my solace & my Sun !

- Debasish Mishra

POETRY OF PAIN . . .

When you were a part of me...
So as to say,the heart of me
My voice had a pleasant echo
My life had a soothing shadow !

I had in you a patient audience
To decipher my emotions & silence
A friend for life...as it seemed,
A soulmate as one would have dreamed !

But things change all of a sudden,
The thing you adore becomes a burden !
When years of silence follow endless conversations
Love decays and strength gradually weakens !

In the midst of murderous melancholy
With a heart smouldering slowly,slowly...
Translating memories to poetry of pain,
I live those moments again & again !

- Debasish Mishra

HOME-COMING . . . . . . . 

I can't wait a moment more ,
My heart is flooded with sentiments galore :
As I brace myself for a journey homewards...
My joy is such I have no words !

Birds that retreat before twilight
Get this regular dose of delight
But lack of luck on my part
Only brings rare joy to my heart !

A home is such a lovely place
That replenishes in a thousand ways
A shelter of love, trust & care
A factory to do away with all traces of despair !

A person who has no home to go...
Is also a stranger to his shadow
Ask him and he will explain
Homelessness & the resultant pain !

Time is testing my patience now
As I wish to escape from this monotony somehow
Leaving all troubles, every official plan ;
At least for a very short span !

- Debasish Mishra

HARDENED BY TIME . . .

When someone queries how I am alone....
How have I endured the ordeals of mine...?
I say I am not strong...nor a stone....
The truth is I am hardened by Time...!

My eyes have learnt the art of dryness...
Indifference is my heart's property....
I am not strong....rather nothingness.....
Held tightly with hopeless unity....!

No response,sometimes, seems the best reaction
& clouds of prevalent pessimism...
Give birth to unexpected passion....
When the spirit is a slave to truism...!

I have read the lessons well
That Time has lucidly taught....
I am not strong,again I tell,
I have only changed my thought....!

- Debasish Mishra

SURVIVAL . . .

I have a thousand reasons to cry....
I have a thousand reasons to die....
But I have in me that hopeful heart...
That will never cease to try....!

I have a little less than nothing....
I am no more than an ordinary being....
But when I am torn apart...
My heart portrays glimpses of a new morning .

I do not want the skies to fall
In my hand like a ball
But when I have a happy heart
I feel like having the things all .

Falling down is not a sin....
Nor is it possible to always win
But survival is an art....
While we take the road to the coffin....!