Time can be the safest refuge Time can be the biggest excuse Those magicians give it a twist Make them unfamiliar Make them distant Behind the subterfuge of time There are uncanny influences Lights of rarer shades Semi-darkness is influential Creepy hands rotate time Stories are written at night Deliberate plots and characters Faces vanish, but reflections stay Freakish dialogues about time Create some lethal … Continue reading From Time to Time
Morning fails to reach all the corners of the room That of yesterday, and even earlier, been kept away from everyone Convenient corners are filled with those memories Latticed patters decorate them for some time and leave There is no scope for the morning language to initiate a conversation Those stories have a secret language and a special fragrance Accommodating them and even keeping them … Continue reading Where Light Cannot Reach
It is uneasy sitting in a crowd and witnessing a burlesque show The light around dips and flips, and takes the elements of fun away Wide-eyed, useless curiosity in the communications that are mundane No one desires to rush outside; wonder, the freedom the auditorium offers In between, the pantomime also fails to mesmerise the tedious audience Thunderous applause after the failed satire on the … Continue reading Is It an Uneasy Show?
Truth is brutal, buried deep, prematurely It does have its way- finds the strength to go deeper Stays relevant! Becomes stronger, and restores itself against odds A society looks elsewhere- quite mesmerised by the anarchy Hoping to create something new from the wreckage Unaware, the roots of truth has a network everywhere Omnipresent after its unceremonious burial Ideas have been compromised… relentless indoctrination Inconvenienced by … Continue reading What Kind of Dream?
Is it only a faint faith in life that can give clarity? Placing yourself in the most difficult turns to a blurry road While you cannot stand sincere criticism Surrendering to the untruthful stories; a greater manipulation You assume life to be only that is being whispered Senses lured by the guile of a misdirected crowd Fear of standing alone, seeking peacefully- not fearless enough … Continue reading Choosing a Way
Poetry may not be ostentatious enough for many. The serious metaphors may weigh too heavily on the prevailing thoughts. A middling narrative has become so prominent and accepted that one cannot penetrate or break into the complexities. Is it a mere rhythm of familiar expressions or some sense of an acceptable and easily identifiable tone? I know that reality becomes more real when it is … Continue reading Poetry and a Poet’s World