Where It Leads Us…

Familiar voices speaking of unrecognizable emotions As if there is nothing more joyous than discussing these On being asked more, the voices fumble and become distant Uncaringly leading the way, also, asking everyone to follow Towards fallow lands, while earthless feelings vanish Noises everywhere, but there is little sense in everything Walked into a trap without realising the true sentiment At the will of an … Continue reading Where It Leads Us…

A Shrinking Feeling

There is a kind of boredom with a shrinking space, where the boundaries seem to be half-heartedly etched out to arrest the inhabitant and only allow trespassers. I believe we only tend to ignore life and the identity that we are born with because we necessarily engage with the correspondences of confusion. The idea of dissatisfaction comes from heaps of expectations that are seeded in … Continue reading A Shrinking Feeling

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

Empty Shore

Everyone abandons the shores in buoyant anticipation The flow seems to have gained a favourable nature It is not contemporary ambivalence, but a current frenzy Shaped by the modernity of those times; it continues Calculations give that immense confidence to surrender Not the waves of forethought, but a vague estimation Also, the boredom of staying in the cocoon of tranquillity Some unseen hands push life … Continue reading Empty Shore

Overstretched Confidence

The philosophy of confidence can be stretched way too much over the permissible limit of consciousness. It happens often but we would not notice its effect/after effect after the incident has toppled over the limitations. Who sets those limits? We do- consciously or sub-consciously, we would like to stay within the confines of our knowledge or become a tad overzealous and topple over the bumpy … Continue reading Overstretched Confidence

At the Epicentre

At the epicentre of belief, there are no veiled shadows  There is only relentless seeking without the conjectures Thinking of the immensity of the conscious echoing Voix céleste, asking me to surrender my senses Saying, “Seek not the unsympathetic words in multitude” If not for the honest reason, it is not possible to be free From excessive jealousy to indifference; it’s vicious Still, the epicentre … Continue reading At the Epicentre

The Awkwardness

The awkward silence, furtive glances, uneasy shifting, and contorted feelings “Once upon a time…” is a vague introduction, quite common for a fairytale Whose denouement is a contrived happy feeling- language-legerdemain A creative way of colouring the similarities in all ages, but there’s no jubilant triumph The continual disparity, depravity of few, like a chain that locks itself around the next episodes Temerity erupts from … Continue reading The Awkwardness

Decorated Reality

Images that appear in the decorated reality may seem to be naive The scenery surrounding the eyes enhances the credibility of an illusion You appear to be there with everyone; sitting here is solitude in another reality Juxtaposing the phantom beliefs at the insistence of the vortex of thoughts Reality slips away through the eyes; the mind and heart starts feeling empty Dawn has no … Continue reading Decorated Reality