On a Faint Fresh Morning

The morning does look neat after a harrowing night Of growling and shrieks, the menacing threats of the skies Rage plunders the frenetic dreams, and one can hide deeper When the bed feels unwelcoming to the panicking mind Now, there are no traces of those demonic warnings Time transformed the entire reality while the world churned Slice of sunlight peek through the beaten window Peels … Continue reading On a Faint Fresh Morning

The Shadows that Float

Evergreen floats on the overcast reflections Dense time and its late ripples, the expanding circumferences Slowed down, but it feels awkward when its time to reminisce Turning time to suit my existence is a dream that spirals around Like a serpentine reality wounding itself, stifling my breaths Consuming me, while I try connecting the blurry points Grappling with the echoes of forgotten epoch, a present … Continue reading The Shadows that Float