Surviving

Ordinary words hastily weave a blanket Invisible becomes those feelings of an eloquent soul It may have had marvellous dreams How inconspicuously they survive among many Failing to fill that precious pen with noble ink Tides of change wipe off the classical concepts There are copious comments about simplicity Oblivious of a tremendous sacrifice The magnificence of simplicity is misread Sudden euphoria and impulsiveness wane … Continue reading Surviving

Far Off

I wander off way too far It’s uncomfortable being in the zone Leaving no traces of my steps Not a metaphorical journey A real escape to find freedom It might be in the mind Is not the mind a universe? Leaving footsteps on firm land May not yield that pleasure Whether it is wilderness The most crowded attractions Another universe is less travelled I am … Continue reading Far Off

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

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

Fortune

I cannot work my way through the erratically shapeshifting labyrinth From the physical to the banal From reality to the pinnacle of absurdity From objectification through vacuous theories It is too much of a burden, a stressed job of being repetitive Which type of fortune can spring from that reality? The minds are being shaped by cultures of distinct patterns Constrained and urged to surrender … Continue reading Fortune

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

In The Rush

While we do not condemn the rush, being pushed around unnecessarily Without permission to speak against the culture of inaccessible freedom There is a feeble definition of freedom that is being painted in a shameless gloss Is there any scope of narrating the desires like the peaceful storyteller Who can reflect on every possible sentiment that human existence could not articulate Much of the emphasis … Continue reading In The Rush