Anurag Mishra Poetry Collection
I look over my shoulders and make sure I'm alone,
I peel away the night sky slowly and smile at the easy success
And continue in and inhale the dark,
It used to be so difficult before, the sky just wouldn't give
But now the sky knows me as her own
Endless times she's seen me bleed.
There's a hall, in a place time cannot reach,
of all the songs I didn't make
And all the poems I didn't write
The hours of love we didn't made make smoke angels with horns on the walls there,
The demons of my heart roar in despair,
of all the love lost
oh of all the love lost.
But there's another hall
or well room rather, the one with you in it.
The one with my peace.
I am here disconnected,
Or maybe away from the illusion of being connected,
And nothing moves here,
Or maybe just not for me,
Maybe I should ask the sky again for answers,