Where Light Cannot Reach

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

Time Cannot

Time cannot be translated, but the words can speak of the philosophy The relevance of the pages are weighed by the gravity of those sentiments It is not fate, but closer to the experiences that time can initiate any moment Always relevant- sometimes praiseworthy, while most of the time reproached Figurative djinns perhaps are repeating the magical words across the world Sometimes, the current of … Continue reading Time Cannot

From Time to Time

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

What we Determine

While severing the ties with better things with life, there is also the urgency to cure them with a fierce bitter medicine. It is not about Alchemy, but the foolish concoction of therapies devised from the sinister desire to determine the most potent philosophies to be terminally ill. The said drugs are administered to control the pure energies of thoughts, which, at an initial stage … Continue reading What we Determine

On, Going Nowhere

Such is the nature of a serrated consciousness, which scrapes off the path to create undulations. Silence is boring and births a belligerent reality; absorbing all the hostilities like a hungry crater. The epicentre of the echoes bear a chilling tone; an irritating surge of sorrowful feelings swells. There is an unauthentic description of real beauty, but the drivel of macabre written in leisurely lavishness. … Continue reading On, Going Nowhere

The Desired Reality

If not the reality we desire, what really we dream of in the obliquely placed world. Debating the real against your reality, eyes reflect on the perplexing patterns. Dealing with a hyperlogical situation, reasons dilute unceremoniously. One can feel in the awry reflections; meaningless arguments and equations. Space is distanced from reality, lives more in the concept of an unreal destiny. ~Amitav Continue reading The Desired Reality

Unearthed

Pinching out from the rotting layers Spreading them across the fragile cloth Fragments of forgotten time between the fingers Bending down for a closer look Is that still a reality which can be compared? Decayed time smells unpleasant Surrendered to the immense pressures of change All those ill-fated clocks have been abandoned The fragile cloth cowers after some time What else could be revealed? Trite … Continue reading Unearthed