After a Struggle

Serpentine thoughts make their way through narrow crevices Where hope still finds a passage, some more may be found along the way A meagre stripe, illumined by rare particles of resilience, after hibernation Yes, they are guided by some unconscious awakening of the subconscious Dreaming of writing an elaborately simple passage about the journey Sincerely, simplicity is adorned by years of observations and discipline Applauds … Continue reading After a Struggle

It’s the Darkness

Some darknesses are friendly, some are not, others curious, or maybe not; often they are responsible for not recognising the time and the faces around. Darkness can be mysterious, nebulous, and intriguing too. Sometimes, one adopts the mood, not out of choice, but compulsion; the coercion of such darknesses is inevitable. Darkness is magical; it finds its way with clarity, to be at the right … Continue reading It’s the Darkness

If you Consider…

If you consider the process of writing, it may feel pointless, lethargic, and indescribably excruciating. A story never starts with the idea of convincing anyone; not even the writer. The genesis of a plot, be it poetry, fiction, and non-fiction, can surprisingly spring from a forgotten moment. Time slows down, no doubt; there is an overwhelming moment when so many ideas rush towards the seemingly … Continue reading If you Consider…

It is Literature

How well do you comprehend the ambiguity of literature? Often perceived to be fictional truth, an exaggerated manifestation of the conspiring emotions which trouble the mind, it goes further to etch out a path to understand the passive anxiety. Writing may simply be the urge to chronicle the daily experiences (both significant and insignificant) the daily communications of human aspirations, failures, struggles, heartbreak and pursuits. … Continue reading It is Literature

Some Days Linger like an Illusion

Some days are like a phantom image; it is the feeling that cannot be described in words as the muddled mind still tries to tussle with the blend of contrasts. As if the morning is way ahead, and almost about to hand over the reins to the creeping midday. This lagging behind can obviously have its own confabulations. It’s not the desired bias of a … Continue reading Some Days Linger like an Illusion