How many Suns do we need to pull us out of numbing darkness Coldness of souls cut through life many times Unseen lacerations expose the emotions to harsh weather Prolonged nonchalance reflect the ubiquitous unsteadiness of minds Ghosts of shadowy world pull the lines of fate Across convoluted ways; erasing the verdant shades of life Shivering brains suffer from obscure apathy Flocking with infirm steps; … Continue reading Eventually

It’s Strange

It’s not easy distilling the recurring struggles Stirrings of unnatural kind unsettle minds Fake smiles held up with deceitful manners A simulated environment of urgency activated Through persistent machinations  Fixed eyes unable to probe the sanctity of visions Inexplicable concentration of hateful sentiments Adulterate the mirthful essence of life Mocking with the wilful replication of errors No soul will be content within devious citadels  Discontent … Continue reading It’s Strange