Impaled Silence

Fevered days with tired pace, tired shadows rests upon a spent world Rugged surfaces, sudden screeches, faltering promises, people grappling with misunderstood truths Common heretics follow the fallow ideas, whereas, the real thinkers are perturbed with adulterated silence Disgraced with volatile ideas, haven for compulsive liars, of snake oil sellers Silence skewered with raging criticisms, a time twisted and sinewy, ragged reasoning, unreasonable demands Of … Continue reading Impaled Silence

Antiquated

Moves on, trickles down deeper into the existence, the psyche, feels like relentless prickles Later, it had sounds, rhythms that birthed history- all happens in a flash, but feels lime eternity Laborious journey of tired souls, upon the unsettling heat if conflicts, feels like destiny conspired by darkness Drilled movements, of people and emotions, numbed senses, but marches on, tired bodies and exhausted desires Only … Continue reading Antiquated

Quiet Composition

Probably the unheard stories of the soul will never make it to the real world Suppressed but defiant, the remain relevant, but ignored for the sake of vanity Stories that scream and enters your dreams, but dreaming is never an acceptable job Curtailed time for creativity, daydreaming is considered an errant life Punishment for the emotions, a consciousness that cannot endure the reality of inception … Continue reading Quiet Composition

What you Seek in the Dark

If not you have been still and thought about the primordial darkness When thoughts were not born, only silence deep, divine stirrings of existence Time was not segregated, but a flow through the meditative cosmos Stays in our minds, deeper in the unexplored word, within, vast unknown A struggle of existence, while the soul seeks in the wintry darkness It is an existence, infinite cycles … Continue reading What you Seek in the Dark

Hope Less

The fragility of time, dwindling truth, eroding freedom for dreams to prosper What I read from daily events, fuels my hopelessness, yet I find freedom in what I write There is too much pain, and they have forgotten the secret of healing Diminishing senses imagines a distorted reality, only, they are built on false hopes Trite languages do not evoke any real emotions, I skip … Continue reading Hope Less

Comfort in Chaos

A disconcerting contradiction of finding comfort in chaos Absurd ambition! Without losing the centre, of the presence, the sense of being There is a chasm, a sinister void, threatened by the whirlwind, a directionless journey Missing the core essence of existence! Wishing the wild desires like wildfires threatening the landscape I don’t owe you an explanation where I seek comfort, the shore where my destination … Continue reading Comfort in Chaos

The Chosen Loneliness

There is nothing out there as entertaining anymore other than the typical crowd A great synchronized movement, inaudible cacophony that riles up the senses Lenses of vision are scratched and a blurry hope, the hype of artificial lightings to alter the mood Everything around is so hallucinating, mere presence without prescience, false euphoric moments Lonelier tiring days amongst the crowded spaces, as if fighting for … Continue reading The Chosen Loneliness

Denial and The Journey

The strong dose of denialEnough to calm down the frenzyEverything is settled, or, so it seemsWho would have rallied through difficult terrainsLike an adventure predeterminedUnfriendly cold, distant worries of homeSettles deeper, in the trembling bodyEmbracing the feelingsAlso, preparing for the inclement gripFrom every corner of the landLanguages become braverHeld in frosty breathWildly beating heartNow, they are surroundedWith prayers and assurancesThe chants of the land echoesShattering … Continue reading Denial and The Journey

Point of Departure

That core belief from where it all began, the expansion of the concentric symbolisms From a point to a blur, trespassing boundaries, unclear points of arguments, pointed accusations, death over doubts Foundations! They float precariously, buoyed by flimsy beliefs, over that, a grand fabrication Gathering evidences out of the debris 9f failed experimentations; temptations, mediocrity a strange bedfellow That bluster of speeches, pointing fingers, trying … Continue reading Point of Departure

False Familiarity

Familiar experiences, the clichéd outcomes, degree of differences, bent logic and amplified narratives Everything looks realistic, but they are virulent reflections of compromised particles An authoritarian thought process slowly travels through the common consciousness like a stubborn, coagulated fluid They all speak, vehemently force their opinions down the throats of unbelievers- survive on this perilous survival instincts Experiences, your addictive familiarization through sinister experimentation Imbibed … Continue reading False Familiarity