Stanzaic Stylings

 Angry River My river is angry today. Call it restless. Its foaming, rolling waves  make swishing sounds. Its former flow has changed,  with broken bounds, my river stays the same, or little less. The Ganges, swollen, broad,  it still is called,  yet it's not the same, in its own ways,  and what we see, is a river new. And thus will it go on, a month or two. Bio: Rajnish Mishra is poet, writer, thinker and blogger. He has published more than a dozen books, and has  edited six anthologies. He runs his own poetry ezine: PPP Ezine and blogs  poetrypoeticspleasure. wordpress.com  

What Should I Write Of? They call me passionless, in my head, half-alive half-dead. I lack sorely (what do they call it?): inspiration:  Those drops of blood that the heart brings on page.  My poems are hard as stone, artificial.  I bring no flowers of hell with me,  No, that’s not all, no fires of heaven bring I.  The visionary glance is not mine.  Love, longing, thorns of life, not mine, Nor envy’s green flush, shame’s blush scarlet, fear’s pallor:  They have almost been done to death.  Of what do I write then? Can I take a prophetic stance on Self or Man,  Doubt or Faith (all inventoried subjects) Nature or Nation?  Crawling in mud, or flights sublime on wings of passion? Bio: Rajnish Mishra has a PhD in English literature and he has been active in the areas of teaching,  research and writing for nearly a decade now. He has published more than a dozen books, and has edited  six books.  His love for his city and his awar...

No, I may not return ever. Yes, that’s destiny,  self-scripted, inflicted. Had I known, written the script,  contemplated The end  of the road less travelled?  Had I, ever? Past is not a place to revisit. Past is not a phase to re-live. Past is not a page  to rewrite. Past is past;  the slippery sand  that slips dryly From between the fingers, is lost, Is gone. Short Bio: Rajnish Mishra is poet, writer, thinker and blogger. He has published more than a dozen books, and has  edited six anthologies. He runs his own poetry ezine: PPP Ezine and blogs  poetrypoeticspleasure. wordpress.com  and  rajnishmishravns.wordpress.com .

One Fine Line Mourn for the departed glory,  For poems that left earth Unheard, unsung. Poetry lives in a line, or two, The rest is merely glue, it’s true. A bold lone stroke stands not for art,  Nor one fine phrase for a poem. When I see now, what passes for it,  It saddens; emboldens me a bit. For who now crafts their one fine line At a time, And then, one more? Short Bio: Rajnish Mishra has a PhD in English literature and he has been active in the areas of teaching,  research and writing for nearly a decade now. He has published more than a dozen books, and has edited  six books. His love for his city and his awareness of its effects on his psycho-social development led him to  starting his own blog:  rajnishmishravns.wordpress.com  in 2011. The blog features both his academic writing  and his writing on his city: the City of Light, Varanasi. Blog URL: https://rajnishmishravns. wordpress.com/