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

On the Stage

If the characters are not ready before the curtain is raised They are seen communicating in wild gestures, the last-minute reminder Of the dialogues and positions, one has to take Some of the poseur’s fill-up the gaps to create a distraction What if the curtains were raised a little later Everything would have seemed different The stage will witness the transformation Various stages of a … Continue reading On the Stage

Distant They Are-The Eyes Dream

Does that darkness have a special glue to stick the dreams in a collage Only to be seen from a distance like the sparkling stars At the backdrop of a heavy background that seems to be mysterious Unfortunately, there are no steps that will take you up there Dreams give a distant pleasure to the eyes- like an ephemeral moment They exist, but cannot be … Continue reading Distant They Are-The Eyes Dream

How it Starts

A morning diluted with an extra dosage of bitterness Its fate is decided by the incidents that a world experiences Throughout the night, of relentless pain on humanity Honey, for extra sweetness, crystallised and quite stubborn What yields of nature, of which humans too, have done? The weather, the patterns of cynical transformations Roots deprived of nutrition and the soil of ancient toil News knocks … Continue reading How it Starts

Leave Them To Their Fate

Leave a few things which are either misunderstood or not attended to Walking a few feet under the generalisations, there is a space that expands The dimensions are unconvincing, and cannot be explained in an average language Sometime in the future, the surfaces will rot, crack, and bared by inclement weather Such is the destiny of anything that has more meanings than a world can … Continue reading Leave Them To Their Fate

Upon What They Rest

Upon what the paths rest, we know not for sure Always the hurried feet may not heed the undercurrent Sometimes looking behind or looking ahead, way too far Carrying the precariously balanced vessel of worries Time pushes the journey; the skirmishes from resisting time If there was any reality of engaging with a fallacy Cagey eyes vision the world with a hostile intent Seeking a … Continue reading Upon What They Rest