Not Every Day

Early morning, smoky screens, filtered light Indifferent time, but irritates the sanity of life Half-awakened posture, not a masterpiece Is it laziness or perfect apathy towards busyness Difficult to know from a reticent fellow One positive outcome is that voices are mellow Filtered the baloney, but some swearing is heard Still preferable, the laid back  observations They are quite keen, incisive, and critical It’s still … Continue reading Not Every Day

Another Day

Everything comes to a grinding halt A systematic pattern that runs it all Fall, through the laboured corridors Complicated intersections of society Different roles with matching thoughts Given an identity to live up to them Mornings greet with new tricks Sets the pace of a day, still unnamed Hoping, that today will be different Not of inconvenienced profits and rush The mirror poses a grave … Continue reading Another Day

The Chances

That which is being sought by the assembly of blurry dreamers Know not, the possibilities of the world that dawns Not even contemplating about the probabilities One thread that is being held on to, now unwound from the spool Chances of the daily thoughts getting entangled There are myriad changes blinking feebly for a while Like the ephemeral dreams across the unfortunate landscape The behemoth … Continue reading The Chances

As Stories Unfold

Windows lament the gloomy days Missed opportunities to hear from the travelling winds Sometimes they mumble after a slight push Lonely for now, they have no new stories to share Out there, the busy world walks in an orchestrated way Empty seats and abandoned dreams Some forlorn faces, but most of them are stoic Different dreams rush past similar paths No glances are exchanged in … Continue reading As Stories Unfold

On the Stage

If the characters are not ready before the curtain is raised They are seen communicating in wild gestures, the last-minute reminder Of the dialogues and positions, one has to take Some of the poseur’s fill-up the gaps to create a distraction What if the curtains were raised a little later Everything would have seemed different The stage will witness the transformation Various stages of a … Continue reading On the Stage

How it Starts

A morning diluted with an extra dosage of bitterness Its fate is decided by the incidents that a world experiences Throughout the night, of relentless pain on humanity Honey, for extra sweetness, crystallised and quite stubborn What yields of nature, of which humans too, have done? The weather, the patterns of cynical transformations Roots deprived of nutrition and the soil of ancient toil News knocks … Continue reading How it Starts

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