Labyrinthine Journey

Writing seems to be ebullient even while narrating the continuum of depreciating existence. The kind of energy writing survives on seems to be of an unearthly nature. As a writer, I feel, there is a narrow labyrinthine scope allowed for a piece of creative narrative to witness the other end of the deliberate maze. All that the maze is composed of are – criticisms, rejections, … Continue reading Labyrinthine Journey

Vacant Feelings

The pandemonium from the vacant arguments  Somehow, the day is forced to settle down unquietly Time is pulled into the argument and wound tightly Grotesque voices scrape across the walls Murals of anxiety, aggressiveness, and foul language Permanent signs of dissonance Natural lights have been barred from the premises The togetherness of loneliness and other passive fear Many overlapping coffee stains tables the discord Dust … Continue reading Vacant Feelings

It is Literature

How well do you comprehend the ambiguity of literature? Often perceived to be fictional truth, an exaggerated manifestation of the conspiring emotions which trouble the mind, it goes further to etch out a path to understand the passive anxiety. Writing may simply be the urge to chronicle the daily experiences (both significant and insignificant) the daily communications of human aspirations, failures, struggles, heartbreak and pursuits. … Continue reading It is Literature

The Dryness

Swaddled with meagre feelings Dryness settles between the creases Like stubborn tenants The dwelling feels dehydrated Robbed of all the precious emotions Through the cunningness and deals Broken promises and evil ambitions From youthful scenes to dreariness The stinging winds become lethal Depraved darkness comes along Masked in a monotonous colour Barren patio stares at desolate roads Comparing the promises and reality As life feels … Continue reading The Dryness

What could the Truth be?

When something becomes truth because it is conveniently comparable and the entire idea can be suitably placed with other ideas. The puzzling theory is that the pattern of truth should replicate the perception, acceptance, and feasibility; at times, their correspondence with the community, the acceptable language is also a criterion to choose them. Often, there are sketchy ideas of truths; from the observed, absorbed, and … Continue reading What could the Truth be?

If they are not Broken

It’s difficult fixing the broken imaginations Exists without much assessment, but their stillness is unnerving Swerving through life’s errands in compulsive dedication Sudden feeling about those imaginations during the recesses Lean moments twists them into the mind into various shapes  It feels to ecstatic to be busy with the idea of hectic times These small luxuries of quietness bring in frantic vibes Most of the … Continue reading If they are not Broken

Periodic Frenzy

Feelings of dizziness perpetually hover over the climate unreal When life seems to be full even if the heart feels the void become bigger Days stirrings bring the palpitations to a frenzy; feeds the poor soul Pollens of noxious flowers permeate the air with complicity Becoming forgetful is normal, for there are other worries to care about Embracing the frightening emotions- there is only an … Continue reading Periodic Frenzy

Unwelcoming

Dawn’s serenity rattled by the discussions over goodness Perceptions of it being a necessary evil in a world mired in chaos As truths sprout exceptionally slow according to the hasty times Despondent lies shade the morning from pure brilliance Pluralism of truth needle the environment from different directions The desire to kindle the enthusiasm in the disheartened souls  Such aimless interpretations demoralise the purpose of … Continue reading Unwelcoming