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

The Uncomfortable Questions

What was so terrifying about the empty spaces The apprehensions about someone who never thought like everyone A sudden change of direction was necessary to deviate Why the exaggerations were preferred over the simple explanations Then wrapped in harshness and a language of extreme nature That altered the tongue, not in a favourable manner Why were the verdant areas filled with hot desert sands The … Continue reading The Uncomfortable Questions

During Idleness The World Wonders

Those who use profanities against idleness Are seriously unaware of the beauty of the thoughtful moments When the world slows dows along with your being There is a rare harmony that gladdens the soul Not being surrounded by the compulsions of a busy world It is a triumph, a daring act, to withdraw Even the day mellows down and the air feels tranquil In an … Continue reading During Idleness The World Wonders

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

Eulogy of Lamentations

Lamentations of the poet take shape in the heart It is sincere and private; of all the experiences and observations Only the deliberations in solitude can reveal their intentions They are here to stay for they have found a suitable cave This is an endless world, the poet’s world, where darkness loses its way Why elucidate their concerns or even daily occurrences of being disoriented? … Continue reading Eulogy of Lamentations

What The Eyes Look For

When I find nothing unusual My eyes are not intrigued Something beyond archetypes Nothing uneven, unexplored Beyond yourself, the life precincts A single narrative in different ways Like a swirl of chosen phrases A journey much anticipated But there are restrictions Running in a poorly designed maze Similar themes occur in various ways Characters mouthing dialogues Or, the storyteller’s narrations How long can one listen? … Continue reading What The Eyes Look For