The Uncomfortable Questions

What was so terrifying about the empty spaces The apprehensions about someone who never thought like everyone A sudden change of direction was necessary to deviate Why the exaggerations were preferred over the simple explanations Then wrapped in harshness and a language of extreme nature That altered the tongue, not in a favourable manner Why were the verdant areas filled with hot desert sands The … Continue reading The Uncomfortable Questions

On the Stage

If the characters are not ready before the curtain is raised They are seen communicating in wild gestures, the last-minute reminder Of the dialogues and positions, one has to take Some of the poseur’s fill-up the gaps to create a distraction What if the curtains were raised a little later Everything would have seemed different The stage will witness the transformation Various stages of a … Continue reading On the Stage

During Idleness The World Wonders

Those who use profanities against idleness Are seriously unaware of the beauty of the thoughtful moments When the world slows dows along with your being There is a rare harmony that gladdens the soul Not being surrounded by the compulsions of a busy world It is a triumph, a daring act, to withdraw Even the day mellows down and the air feels tranquil In an … Continue reading During Idleness The World Wonders

Distant They Are-The Eyes Dream

Does that darkness have a special glue to stick the dreams in a collage Only to be seen from a distance like the sparkling stars At the backdrop of a heavy background that seems to be mysterious Unfortunately, there are no steps that will take you up there Dreams give a distant pleasure to the eyes- like an ephemeral moment They exist, but cannot be … Continue reading Distant They Are-The Eyes Dream

How it Starts

A morning diluted with an extra dosage of bitterness Its fate is decided by the incidents that a world experiences Throughout the night, of relentless pain on humanity Honey, for extra sweetness, crystallised and quite stubborn What yields of nature, of which humans too, have done? The weather, the patterns of cynical transformations Roots deprived of nutrition and the soil of ancient toil News knocks … Continue reading How it Starts

Eulogy of Lamentations

Lamentations of the poet take shape in the heart It is sincere and private; of all the experiences and observations Only the deliberations in solitude can reveal their intentions They are here to stay for they have found a suitable cave This is an endless world, the poet’s world, where darkness loses its way Why elucidate their concerns or even daily occurrences of being disoriented? … Continue reading Eulogy of Lamentations