At The End of The Day

At the end of the day, only those words remain Which were picked up casually from passersby Unknown context, the origin of thoughts, and language There is plenty of vagueness in fragmented communications What challenges you to settle the puzzle? Tiredness sets in and a night ruined by incoherence You may be waiting for clarity By creating an entire world from these stories Some of … Continue reading At The End of The Day

Persuasion

Some persuasive realities take something away from me An experimental sleep that I cannot escape The restlessness arises from such a  torpor A difficult reality hardens the senses- they do not believe the metaphors Stories are read with expressionless eyes Feeble intellectualism births a stubborn conjecture Discordant voices unsettle the verses Languages speaking of life in a rhythm recedes Exposing the vulnerable world’s meandering patterns … Continue reading Persuasion

Impractical Reasons

Staring at the clock with feigned seriousness You have already decided on the reality Thorough planning to create more disorderliness It is offending to witness the ascending pain Wrong analogies spoil the stories The distorted clocks are a reminder Growing insanity, while being clueless about time Keeping track of life like a stalker Spiral of lies are commonly occurring motifs Your senses are befooled The … Continue reading Impractical Reasons

Oddly Placed

Sometimes windows are miserably placed Distractions steal solitude; alarmingly, time escapes From the day that has been borrowed Looking at the stoic life flowing indolently Probably the time is such- restrained melancholy Tired consciousness has a vague explanation It is frightening to feel the dullness on a bright day There is so much discord in the reflections All that the window has to offer, unfortunately … Continue reading Oddly Placed

Time is the Custodian

It takes time building a structure Thinking about an unsure future Something from a void imagined Untrained hands work tirelessly I can only dwell in uncertainty Certainly, it is a complex riddle Some days are spent in idleness Time mocks the lack of inspiration Often, leisure becomes evil A nonconformist’s idea take root Cryptic messages will be chiselled To propitiate the Muse- Calliope, Erato, Melpomene, … Continue reading Time is the Custodian

How They Happen

Frowns the darkling sky in an endlessly gloomy time Gathered by the sinister will; one would not proceed far With the journey written in the secret pages of an illusionist Who inks those prophecies with ink from the abyss Taken from the uncanny spirits- distilled by infernal power Those visions reflected on the delusional world Consuming time and patience of an Earthly benevolence ~Amitav Continue reading How They Happen

An Endless Thing

One could have been guided by the instincts, but the pressurising effects took over and swept away everything. It was nature’s influence; not the kind one, but instigated by the events that were agitating the core of its meditative patience. All the visible tracks are snatched away by the terrible reversal in fate. Nothing is linear, and the routes that appear lead to an uncertain … Continue reading An Endless Thing

Unnecessary Ridicule

Absolve the soul of unnecessary ridicule Unable to yield to the conspiracies Through numerous unplanned journeys Out of desperation and restlessness Whose fault is it to venture? None of those dreams troubled thee It was the rush to possess something else An affinity to roam the darkness Erasing the directions and guidance Befouled languages crush communications Life on an uncontrollable flame Struggles of a soul … Continue reading Unnecessary Ridicule

Sense of Unconscious Reality

The inability to mask the truth with credible lies can be exasperating and a sense of inadequacy creeps in. While natural light energises the senses, the surrounding discrepancies act as depressants. There are many solutions concocted through forceful human interventions; the ability to identify, split and alter the chemical nature of reality through regular dosages of experimental self-destruction. It does happen slowly, but the intensity … Continue reading Sense of Unconscious Reality