Its time has not come

By Rajnish Mishra This is not the poem I always wanted to write. Its time has not come, not yet.       This one is on what I always wanted to write, but never did. I wanted to write of shiuli flowers in bloom. No, it’s not English, it rises from the soil: the name, not … Continue reading Its time has not come

Being

By Rajnish Mishra It's difficult to be what you are destined to be, more difficult to know what you are destined to be, and then to live, not reaching there, ever.    Nothing comes for free.  The world takes the fee of life.   Sometimes it simply condemns you to live your death as you … Continue reading Being