Uneasy Vision

The world is still free to test those feelings Huddled in the darkness, escaped from trials Through many challenges and broken resolve Simply defeated by the crawling fear Sleep enters life with ominous signs Humiliated emotions suffer from weary conscience No time to mend relationships Any remorse settles in a grave pit Diminished rays take away the ability to dream Indigent soul stares at crumbling … Continue reading Uneasy Vision

Unkind Hours

The night, extremely nervous, trembles at the first appearance of light Rolls up like an unclean curtain that obfuscated the dreams for too long In all this, the little events, like unkind apparitions, hovered around A world feels distressingly silent on the circumstances of man’s trouble Feeble supporting voices vanish like mysterious smoke, stifled breathing Scarlet skies are not the reflections of untroubled radiance or … Continue reading Unkind Hours

Questions

Omnipresent questions carried by the radiant clouds Ephemeral time settles somewhere in the unknown life Within, it is a turmoil, dismayed eyes looking ahead Numerous perplexing pathways cross each other tirelessly Not looking for replies, fleeing from the tormenting reality Language fell apart after unrepentant altercations Remaining silence, the strange probing eyes stare Only blurry reflections, rough edges of anxious dreams Escaping the body; running … Continue reading Questions

Withered Spaces

Folded spaces, the feelings abbreviated and laid down to sleep Yes, there is silence now, for a brief moment it feels peaceful Slowly there is a hint of remorse from the cavernous world Solitary soul trying to straighten the ravaged moments Unfamiliar grounds, the uncaring touch like an ominous shadow Slumped emotions, still there, between reality and illusion First signs of decay; the glorious days … Continue reading Withered Spaces

Grim Feelings

Hope cannot sieve itself anymore through clogged screens Stirrings are ominous for those who can feel the subtle affectations Deceitful slumber paralyses the entire rhythm each day Yesterday’s dreams still malign every little sprout of hope Temporary seasons, early beliefs of their ascendancy Busy working through the trials and unsettling challenges Restrained air behaves like an alarming enemy When wings flutter no more and softness … Continue reading Grim Feelings

Overshadowed

Occasional congregation of the clouds Grumbling at the despairing landscapes Thirsty eyes frequently stares at the sky Time has etched a difficult pattern One cannot revisit the earlier moments Aching hearts unburden fine feelings Shallow craters do not hold much woes Escapes maddeningly towards oblivion Not that rainy days have arrived yet Only the horizon looks threathening Angry lightning annihilate unseen places Long before one … Continue reading Overshadowed

Cheerless

A plaintive day sits on the pinnacle like an unpolished stone Woebegone feelings, a steady stream of unkind afterthoughts Placid darkness is the most dangerous at complicated moments Feels idyllic to the temporary journeyers after cursory glances Rare chances of looking beyond the thick veil of stoic images A poniard fails to cut thick reins of desolation around the area Tumultuous undercurrents snatch the early … Continue reading Cheerless

Stunned

Thoughts arise from infinite sources Without chronology; resist the idea of deciphering them Caging freedom, fixing them upon circumstances Slapping consequences with overtly critical opinions Time creates jealousy to destroy the sincere pictures Once those moments have vanished from ephemeral Surrendering to the eternal, safe from critical eyes If at all they appear too sophisticated, explore them often Without being burdened by modern constraints Now, … Continue reading Stunned

The Forced Reflections

Some of the reading are laborious indeed! The words are extremely ornamental, crafted by someone else, but awkwardly set in a design that diminish their glorious reflections. It is life going out to fetch some fancy pieces to enthral the reader with some borrowed vanity. First, the eyes feel tired, trying to extract some meaning from them; by then the mind shuts off, and the … Continue reading The Forced Reflections