Not a pinch of remorse over the death of metaphors They are buried and forgotten somewhere in the past In an unknown land where they once flourished Given a new meaning with the venerable ink Those who spoke frankly of the feelings- happiness and sorrows When souls ran deeper into the heart of life Looking for meaning in triumph and misfortunes Return every day to … Continue reading Death of Metaphors
Some moments are remembered in the epics, repeatedly We can only understand their fragments from recitations Different voices, rhythm, and the spirits of those passages It is not about mistrust, but the interpretations are different Sometimes elaborate, others believe in brevity, while some are cryptic Narrated in nebulous moments, while others, in daring light Breezy readings, as if the entire epic reveals itself easily Most … Continue reading Some Moments of Unrest
The perceived minuscule thoughts crawl across the vast existence through continuously transforming reality. They are composed of eternal ideas, as well as, those absorbed along the interstellar travels. This planet cloaked with another consciousness, full of pure energy, is considered a mysterious metaphysical reality; maybe, they do not have much scope of being discussed as it can lead to a fracas over a philosophy that … Continue reading Perceptions and More
How many impressions can the imaginations accommodate Some forceful indentations, others, not so, but necessary acquisitions Not mere criticisms or seen through the fancy prisms Not quite contemporary either, but it tries to maintain a balance Between the contemporary and predecessors- creativity flows from eternity Anyone can surrender, willingly or unwillingly; always a choice To attain the finer strokes one has to blemish many white … Continue reading Impressions
Dig as much you dare to stand in the sunken place It’s a lonely excavation, for there are no real treasures Like gold and precious stones, but a lot of unexplored knowledge No curious onlookers around thronging the site A solitary effort to grasp what lies beneath; within layers Forget about any eager hand to provide some help The deeper the introspection, lonelier becomes the … Continue reading Unearth
When something becomes truth because it is conveniently comparable and the entire idea can be suitably placed with other ideas. The puzzling theory is that the pattern of truth should replicate the perception, acceptance, and feasibility; at times, their correspondence with the community, the acceptable language is also a criterion to choose them. Often, there are sketchy ideas of truths; from the observed, absorbed, and … Continue reading What could the Truth be?
Written over a stuporous world The sudden wrap on the confusion Embraced chaos to pacify Fragments of feelings fly furiously A vacant heart holds a vortex This is a listless consciousness Unknown fury settles down Amidst the once tranquil garden Time is in no mood to pardon Lightning blazes through the stupor Lamps held by unsure hands Unable to chase away the fury The blanket … Continue reading At the Edge
The spontaneity of the mind can not only be surprisingly awkward but also a reminder to the fact that it may play with an ambivalent nature. Is it a phenomenon? Well, the mind is kind of elusive to the conclusive deconstruction. It is interesting to note that human consciousness can only comprehend the mind to a certain degree but remains elusive for the greater part. … Continue reading The Curiosity of Ambivalence
Some silence is forever, settled in eternity Though, such places do not feel dreary and unwelcoming Feels, this place may have been carved by someone supreme Who thought of translating profoundness this way Unwavering belief, this silence instil patience and wisdom There are no boundaries here, the consciousness seeker The realms stretch further towards freedom journeys Silence here has so much meaning to be deciphered … Continue reading Sincere Silence
Even before its inception, there it stirs mildly in another world Where esoteric fluid helps them float in eternal tranquil Here, when I sit still, and the entire world stops for them to arrive That moment of absoluteness when they are freed from the hold To appear for the world awaiting the birth of pristine feelings The world that wants to disengage from the troubled … Continue reading The Inception
