Reclining

The woolly patterns warm the sky It is a chilly morning unwilling to wake up Wrapped in a comfortable darkness This warm feeling of anonymity and timelessness Labouring through the day feels annoying After a sudden resurgence of worldly emotions Breathing peacefully looking in a mellow home Time feels abundant, assuring, and friendly The images collapse against each other A new marvel of hazy colours … Continue reading Reclining

Through a Void

What happens to all the noise in a void? I cannot relate to the white noise- feels nauseous From the broken chalice everything flows Abundantly, rapidly, directionless; a madness unfolds To all the fallen feelings, I pray faithfully For you can free yourself from the mayhem Difficult comprehending my relationship with life A kind of communication I have every moment Where my consciousness leads me … Continue reading Through a Void

The Possible Distractions

After all the ages have rushed past, the experiences and misadventures, you still cannot navigate the mind’s landscape, because you do not know the path well. Never conscious of the expanding reality, the essence to feel is taken away by hyperexcitation about the external distractions from the not so able minds. They come up with the most divisive and discriminatory ideologies to weaken the relationship … Continue reading The Possible Distractions

Barren

Fallow terrains, unattainable desires, mistrusts and chaos All eyes on the expectations of change… not within, but what you are surrounded with Worthy or not, the stubborn desire to dominate the circumstances Picking out the flaws with merciless pincers… they distort the shape further A grotesque accumulation across the barren lands is an unworthy sight Mistaken perceptions find something to celebrate about the triumph A … Continue reading Barren

It Stays Longer

A traitorous season stays Dysfunctional, but clearly, that’s the choice Delusional rage over truth spelt out for the first time It takes time to sink in through asphalt paths Truth is more likely to be trampled Faustian values survive without being fed Being in hibernation in underground labyrinths Spewing the poisons of fatal darkness Truth is lame or being maimed Stoking the spirit of hatred … Continue reading It Stays Longer

Too Close to Identify

Do not bow too close to the consciousness that reflects It becomes an odd posture and the eyes cannot determine the dilemma Like falling into another reality and drowning What happens to the other character who forced it on the contemplations It is like an unwilling surrender and aimless floating thereafter Being servile to the chaos that hid so well under the calm surface Some … Continue reading Too Close to Identify

What There Is

Mostly that has been gnawed by the ignorance Dull images of barren branches Parched territories still breathe for existence Waiting for a miracle- apprehensions are real Time has been deserted due to the confusion Consciousness dangles precariously The ferocity of the intense wind blunts contours Ages have gone by without remorse There is only stifling narrowness and flailing echoes Scripted chaos turns into an eerie … Continue reading What There Is