The Night

The quietness of some night is rather unsettling. It’s a silence that carries an unusual authority to instil some unsettling thoughts; nothing sinister, but hovering around the inner boundaries of the comparatively deeper unknown. There is no way to identify the origin of the silence which pierces through the stubborn facades of existence. The universe is complicit (not attached with a negative connotation here) and … Continue reading The Night


Every drop of patience Fuels the overthinking mind Considering other’s thoughts Filtering the myriad perceptions Only to settle down like thick sediment Waiting for the right moment To create anarchy of actions Stir the negative passions Uprooting the essence of peace Surrounded by lifelong turmoil Siphoned into a tempestuous world Where all the senses are subservient A journey without self-realization© Continue reading Maelstrom