Stunned

Thoughts arise from infinite sources Without chronology; resist the idea of deciphering them Caging freedom, fixing them upon circumstances Slapping consequences with overtly critical opinions Time creates jealousy to destroy the sincere pictures Once those moments have vanished from ephemeral Surrendering to the eternal, safe from critical eyes If at all they appear too sophisticated, explore them often Without being burdened by modern constraints Now, … Continue reading Stunned

Realisation

It might be a prudent realisation that one can decide not to read the extraneous thoughts appearing in a string of sentences. Eyes have to adjust to the lengthy pointless meandering, then the mind will have to deal with the exaggerations and tiredness of a language. One can only become adept at a simple translation of a complex metaphor. When thoughts arise, they come with … Continue reading Realisation

Enfeebled

No one can be compelled to interpret the meanings Sometimes, there are none, only beautifully crafted Lengthy composition with a hint of elitist utterances Plucked from the esoteric world, dampened with gloom A strange attraction, splashes of unfathomable ink Of whose composition and chemical nature is unknown Toxic, from the dormant days, it spoils the fragile pages Conquering feelings that are precious, with a venom … Continue reading Enfeebled

Poetry and a Poet’s World

Poetry may not be ostentatious enough for many. The serious metaphors may weigh too heavily on the prevailing thoughts. A middling narrative has become so prominent and accepted that one cannot penetrate or break into the complexities. Is it a mere rhythm of familiar expressions or some sense of an acceptable and easily identifiable tone? I know that reality becomes more real when it is … Continue reading Poetry and a Poet’s World

Unreliable Words

The words are not safe anymore Looks fragile; the ink dries hurriedly Smudged, and sometimes crumbly Tossed away casually towards edges Pages reveal the unfeeling lines Even before time can consume feelings Stories are forgotten- vulnerable Inability to narrate the feelings Could not have emerged naturally From struggles of daily confabulations Comparisons and ersatz versions Of many cultural upheavals The pages will not be cleaner … Continue reading Unreliable Words

The Course

Less importance to the noteworthy narratives Naysayers’ steer the discourse, which is coarse Straining and compelling everyone to relate To the unrelatable genre of outrageous stories Loudness frustrate the finer senses- chaotic Spasms of a world filled with futile conversations Contempt for reasons and daily chants of freedom Waiting for the world to renew the golden times Natures rhymes without careening out of control Looking … Continue reading The Course

From the Contradictions

As you think of contradictions to be an excuse There are only new definitions to defend Only after abandoning the primaeval reasons A grandiloquent misdemeanour at someone’s behest The ink was compromised during the transitions Upheavals, wars, conflicts, and cultural turmoil Unrepentant activities of maligning each other Smeared with the once-revered ink- a travesty While uprisings, the destructive ones, were unabated Everyone took the bait … Continue reading From the Contradictions

Not Much To Read

Incommunicable conversations are being presented daily. Reams of paper wasted on the storytelling process that leads nowhere. It all gathers somewhere, crowded, and claustrophobically settled there, in a space designated for them. Experiences are commonly perceived through a similar vision. A little difference here and there according to the changing milieu. Uttered prematurely, the stories lose significance and body of feelings. It is difficult identifying … Continue reading Not Much To Read