At the Epicentre

At the epicentre of belief, there are no veiled shadows  There is only relentless seeking without the conjectures Thinking of the immensity of the conscious echoing Voix céleste, asking me to surrender my senses Saying, “Seek not the unsympathetic words in multitude” If not for the honest reason, it is not possible to be free From excessive jealousy to indifference; it’s vicious Still, the epicentre … Continue reading At the Epicentre

Aggrieved

Of Horatian satire, the summons of common follies  Transforming into something more sinister Shrill, and extremely adamantine desires; often lethal criticisms From the extravagantly erring spirits- torching those intellectual fodder Wit is misunderstood in times of anti-intellectualism Morality pranks- yes, that’s the idea of depreciating celebrations Too many citrus fruits borne by the laborious efforts of futility Aggrieved tongue; and even the jaundiced thoughts aren’t … Continue reading Aggrieved