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

It Falters

Mere reputation isn’t enough to fight the persistent weather Judgements make them threadbare- a multitude of opinions Carry enough malice with the overt expressions of familiarity Odds are that the genuine effort thwarted by a cathartic milieu Prevails agony along the way of the misfortune and apathy Trivial comments find their way to the conscience like snakes Disrepute thrust upon the pure sentiments… a weary … Continue reading It Falters

Weakening Perception

A thin perception of poetry has long been the cause of worry among poets. It takes a lot of labour to compose poetry. When poetry is presented, that is classically articulated, with poetic vocabulary (readers abhor the use of rich vocabulary, poetic language, the embellishments, and intricately written lines) because it makes poetry mysterious and difficult to interpret. This is the era of speed-reading, which … Continue reading Weakening Perception

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