Seated Uncomfortably

Seated, but the mind is unsettled Flurry of thoughts, seriously neglected Earlier, during the unspent days They never went away- resilient characters Time abused by premature human illusions Unrestrained speculations among other worries Unprepared mind caught in a battle Edges of innate patters are frayed No new association with the evolving life As if carrying the old flawed images In the dull eyes; can’t blame … Continue reading Seated Uncomfortably

Turbulent

Ink starts flowing in divergent ways Wrecking the emotions held within Complacent world absorbed the vileness A rehearsed dialogue feels unimpressive Ruins the art of communication Articulations lack the finesse- feelings perish Remain buried in the heart forever Fabricated wars plunder dreams of men Commanded to walk across hellfire Horrid moments settle down in ink Raring to describe the unholy events Truth remains unprovoked; an … Continue reading Turbulent

Still Exists

A fragile night collapses during the numbing silence Moments are erased from the memory Time slackens its hold over the submerged world Laboured breaths curse the slow progress of life Once it was a free world, now the emotions are confined Experimentation with the artificial truth Natural beings are eager to synthesise random patterns Ecstasy, untruths are delusional drugs Insincere remedies, unhealed souls, more suffering … Continue reading Still Exists

Insensitive

Simplicity brutally overthrows the haughtiness of demeaning ideas. They continue to ruin the better part of the thoughts, meddling with the mind, the most private of affairs. Claiming to be the most innocent visitor, they turn out to be destructive parasites. Insolent ideas are like barbs to impale the necessary words; it becomes a mission to malign the simplicity of emotions which have the potential … Continue reading Insensitive

Obsession

Only if those obsessions with the relentless illusions would stop Always a grand falsehood, but nothing to hold them together Insanity of a habitual nature that shaped the sphere of chaos Of burden, fear, vengeance, illicit feelings, actions deplorable Before love can flourish, emotions can try searching for the souls Rushes in the evils of rogue sentiments approved by a sinister world Tender mornings feel … Continue reading Obsession

Why the Celebrations

The revelry around the disharmonious reality No one minds their steps As more and more people join in or being pulled Looking to create a bunch of fortunes? The riddle becomes stranger Obsession with this chaos and wave of disaster Everyone arrives here with some dream Flattened and erased sooner Roaming around the world with self-doubts The children do not ask questions anymore ~Amitav Continue reading Why the Celebrations

Reflections of Isolated Thoughts

Everything is being pulled back with a taut wire; held in position and reflects a stifled look. Yes, suddenly all the objects have become us, sharing space, the woes, the desperation, broken dreams, setback, frustrations. How does it feel to stare at the objects, oppressed by their lifeless stare? There may be questions too, as some of our behavioural traits are embedded in them by … Continue reading Reflections of Isolated Thoughts

Dreams of Peace

Through the raging times, looking for peace Willing to douse the fire that is uncontrollable Rebels revel at the kind of a dystopian cure Without watching the steps of wrathful time Lingering sorrow and a frowning reality Cruel reflections across the once placid waters Distressed ripples distort the images of a world Once again the space is devoid of consciousness Raucous words devastate the faith … Continue reading Dreams of Peace

The Bold Choices

How endearingly you unsettle the tranquillity Chide silence, and compel it to murmur fear Exploit the emotions unerringly; remorselessly Expressing the fatal contradictions convincingly Precious feelings become ordinary in the turmoil Perverse light affects the pure morning emotions Once insignificant, the errors become menacing The ostentatious display of arrogance is sinful Time shapes into a dagger and kills the dreams Frail remaining hope lost in … Continue reading The Bold Choices

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