The Hues

The colours may have been misinterpreted Their expressions replicated without a soul Whatever it thinks of being the radiant faces One who chose the colourings before dawn Night has different hues to be painted with True masterpieces and extremely kind Brushes benevolently applying the colours Caresses of an artistic kind across the canvas Bouquets of offerings and celebrations Open your eyes and view an engrossed … Continue reading The Hues

A Silence Speaks

It is not that quiet after all There is a kind of mysterious silence which is enthusiastic About finding something Thoughts flow like the meandering brook Changing landscapes, different realities Myriad echoes, past truths, and sleeping spirits The past is still relevant Everything surrendered to eternity transforms Even the kind of reality that dawns Birthed at a chosen time, life takes a new meaning The … Continue reading A Silence Speaks

Flowing Through Life

Life passes through so many hands Pray, they are not clenched Fate too finds the path to reach the next destination Faces change too, so does the eyes and their reflections Life does not perish, but time breathes magical mantras Different places, languages, and cultures Death is that threshold to be crossed before another chance To experience a new reality New doors open; once they … Continue reading Flowing Through Life

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

Difficult Morning

Waking up to the frail lights Talking in hushed tones Everything seems sleepy all around A weak day is uninspiring Reluctant to leave the bed Soul’s disinclined to walk along Under the canopy of frailness The stillness is only within Life never pauses but progresses Amidst stale feelings and frailness Somewhere, it must be brighter Compared to this dimension Silence births new consciousness Weak lights … Continue reading Difficult Morning