How They Happen

Frowns the darkling sky in an endlessly gloomy time Gathered by the sinister will; one would not proceed far With the journey written in the secret pages of an illusionist Who inks those prophecies with ink from the abyss Taken from the uncanny spirits- distilled by infernal power Those visions reflected on the delusional world Consuming time and patience of an Earthly benevolence ~Amitav Advertisements Continue reading How They Happen

An Endless Thing

One could have been guided by the instincts, but the pressurising effects took over and swept away everything. It was nature’s influence; not the kind one, but instigated by the events that were agitating the core of its meditative patience. All the visible tracks are snatched away by the terrible reversal in fate. Nothing is linear, and the routes that appear lead to an uncertain … Continue reading An Endless Thing