The Metaphors Fail to Impress

When you fail to balance between the esoteric creative genius and create a metaphorical wall around your creations, a conflicting space emerges from the reflections. A mind is no doubt being spoken of so carelessly till now because it yields so many rich ideas which fail to resonate with the weak frequencies of life. Language is supposed to translate the most critical thoughts, but it … Continue reading The Metaphors Fail to Impress

Often Repeated

You can steal the colours from a painting Mastery cannot be imitated Ideas can be stolen and propagated The interpretations will be flawed Sarcasm is always original From emaciated minds, they ooze Language slips through the perforated tongue Just to be heard and taken seriously Or jealous about pure reasons Those who spend their life comprehending A life with the deepest compassion Highlight the flaws … Continue reading Often Repeated

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