Abhishek Mishra

Eager Beaver, often they said, intrigued by a will to discover more, learn more and stay a wanderer in search of wisdom, lucid experiences and knowledge, is pretty much that defines the writer that dwells within him. He is an avid writer and one of those who witnesses immense power at the lid of his fountain pen. He is a student of marketing and a pronounced Speaker and Trainer. He also is a published Author and currently has two projects ongoing with an internationally acclaimed Publishing house. To him, life is a slate, that precisely was the first writing instrument handed over to him, with a piece of chalk, and ever since, his instruments may have changed, but his zeal to write has only grown on him, every day, every moment.
  • Masquerade
    Abhishek Mishra | 28-May-2017
    "The simplicity of her language Transcends to the complexity of my emotions".
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  • Abhishek Mishra | 01-Jun-2017
    Amidst the stretches of barren land and an un-ending expanse of dreaded shrubs, a gazelle of echoes that faded to the decibels of melancholy, sat a young 20 something, with a violin, dilapidated with time, as he strum a tune, in the memory of his teenage fantasy. A wrecked heart perhaps humming a melody hoping that the diminishing echoes would for once distinguish from the savaged ambience that buried the enchantments of his love, a transient delight. Many a town-mates disregarded the age old existence of Samantha and testified evidences of his eccentricity, but he continued, one note to another, in the hope that one day, she would return to ornate the dreadful scape of togetherness, she left behind, once upon a time. Often, he would walk along the shores of Riverville, where he would wait hours, hoping for those paperboats that they crafted together, to come back with a message from his cherished bygone. Often he would speak to the birds, and embrace the branches of a tree and you'd see him dance to the rhy
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  • Abhishek Mishra | 29-Jun-2017
    "The demesne of her heart, Was demure and innocent, His diaphanus words, Injected ebullience, And wrote an effervescent script, Within her soul, All over again".
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  • Abhishek Mishra | 29-Jun-2017
    "What resembled a comely chatoyant, Was instead a dalliance,  Of feelings intercepted by emotions, and an ethereal indication, Of love in the making, one more time".
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