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

Obsessed

What is it about too much transparency that is irksome and craved for at the same time How can one hold a dichotomy with steely resilience Trying the best to keep them nearer with a cord Whatever happened to the wisdom to choose with clarity The secret confessions to the obsessions Worlds are colliding and creating dangerous dissenters Reciprocating with banality, rage, and destruction Why … Continue reading Obsessed

Tempestuous Times

Time forgets to reach out to the auspicious moments The idle reaches of those fictitious promises fail to impress There are barren stretches through which fiery paths run Treacherous deals fill the contemptible crucibles of gilded fame Tempers soar across the cluster of hungry abodes; it’s a shame Turning against the great odyssey, the tracks have been burnt Timorous lot raise their voice to intimidate … Continue reading Tempestuous Times

The Boy

The boy could only stand between the light source to cast a feeble shadow on the ground. His silence was perceived to be his weakness, and his slender structure was inappropriate for the chaotic world. A world that plunges into a dangerous phase of conflicts that swallow the bravest. His eyes swallow the dangerous images in a stoic manner. Benumbed by the repeated lashes of … Continue reading The Boy