From the Contradictions

As you think of contradictions to be an excuse There are only new definitions to defend Only after abandoning the primaeval reasons A grandiloquent misdemeanour at someone’s behest The ink was compromised during the transitions Upheavals, wars, conflicts, and cultural turmoil Unrepentant activities of maligning each other Smeared with the once-revered ink- a travesty While uprisings, the destructive ones, were unabated Everyone took the bait … Continue reading From the Contradictions

Persuasion

Some persuasive realities take something away from me An experimental sleep that I cannot escape The restlessness arises from such a  torpor A difficult reality hardens the senses- they do not believe the metaphors Stories are read with expressionless eyes Feeble intellectualism births a stubborn conjecture Discordant voices unsettle the verses Languages speaking of life in a rhythm recedes Exposing the vulnerable world’s meandering patterns … Continue reading Persuasion

Time is the Custodian

It takes time building a structure Thinking about an unsure future Something from a void imagined Untrained hands work tirelessly I can only dwell in uncertainty Certainly, it is a complex riddle Some days are spent in idleness Time mocks the lack of inspiration Often, leisure becomes evil A nonconformist’s idea take root Cryptic messages will be chiselled To propitiate the Muse- Calliope, Erato, Melpomene, … Continue reading Time is the Custodian

The Metaphors Fail to Impress

When you fail to balance between the esoteric creative genius and create a metaphorical wall around your creations, a conflicting space emerges from the reflections. A mind is no doubt being spoken of so carelessly till now because it yields so many rich ideas which fail to resonate with the weak frequencies of life. Language is supposed to translate the most critical thoughts, but it … Continue reading The Metaphors Fail to Impress

Surviving

Ordinary words hastily weave a blanket Invisible becomes those feelings of an eloquent soul It may have had marvellous dreams How inconspicuously they survive among many Failing to fill that precious pen with noble ink Tides of change wipe off the classical concepts There are copious comments about simplicity Oblivious of a tremendous sacrifice The magnificence of simplicity is misread Sudden euphoria and impulsiveness wane … Continue reading Surviving

What The Eyes Look For

When I find nothing unusual My eyes are not intrigued Something beyond archetypes Nothing uneven, unexplored Beyond yourself, the life precincts A single narrative in different ways Like a swirl of chosen phrases A journey much anticipated But there are restrictions Running in a poorly designed maze Similar themes occur in various ways Characters mouthing dialogues Or, the storyteller’s narrations How long can one listen? … Continue reading What The Eyes Look For

Unabated

The banality of pushing my words between two contradictory sentences For they have metamorphosed to stubborn ideologies Running parallel, creating an intense field of confusion, a fatal chasm It won’t be a willing surrender, but a severe attraction to destroy my ideas What would be their fate clinging to the detrimental narratives? Learning how not to emulate and feeling caged by the platitudes Where feelings … Continue reading Unabated

Leave Them To Their Fate

Leave a few things which are either misunderstood or not attended to Walking a few feet under the generalisations, there is a space that expands The dimensions are unconvincing, and cannot be explained in an average language Sometime in the future, the surfaces will rot, crack, and bared by inclement weather Such is the destiny of anything that has more meanings than a world can … Continue reading Leave Them To Their Fate

In The Rush

While we do not condemn the rush, being pushed around unnecessarily Without permission to speak against the culture of inaccessible freedom There is a feeble definition of freedom that is being painted in a shameless gloss Is there any scope of narrating the desires like the peaceful storyteller Who can reflect on every possible sentiment that human existence could not articulate Much of the emphasis … Continue reading In The Rush

During Those Times

During one of those inattentive times, arcane thoughts settle somewhere Illustrious days are no more, now they are taken over by lethargy and laments It is treachery! It is not even wild purity, but a degraded sentiment Layers the skies and artefacts that are being carved and destroyed by another Is there an attempt to amuse everyone with some kind of nonsense? Strong curiosity and … Continue reading During Those Times