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

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

Unabated

The banality of pushing my words between two contradictory sentences For they have metamorphosed to stubborn ideologies Running parallel, creating an intense field of confusion, a fatal chasm It won’t be a willing surrender, but a severe attraction to destroy my ideas What would be their fate clinging to the detrimental narratives? Learning how not to emulate and feeling caged by the platitudes Where feelings … Continue reading Unabated

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

The Skeptics

It belonged to the skeptics Time had other intentions Somehow it escaped The confines of restricted reflections Eyes couldn’t believe the magic It unfolded the reality ~Amitav Interpreting creativity is subjective, but they merely mention the frail meanings that arise from a hasty conclusion. There is an instinctive skepticism around the creative process as the individual allows the work to speak for themselves. It is … Continue reading The Skeptics

Perception and Relevance

Literature is misunderstood more often because they are treated literally. There is that expectation to communicate with a direct narrative, without the metaphorical and imaginative inclusions. While we can say that literature does arise from the subtle observations about the unexpressed feelings of a society that is too busy suppressing them. Probably, the writer detaches from the unruly distractions and manipulations or even surrenders to … Continue reading Perception and Relevance

During Those Times

During one of those inattentive times, arcane thoughts settle somewhere Illustrious days are no more, now they are taken over by lethargy and laments It is treachery! It is not even wild purity, but a degraded sentiment Layers the skies and artefacts that are being carved and destroyed by another Is there an attempt to amuse everyone with some kind of nonsense? Strong curiosity and … Continue reading During Those Times

Feelings About Poetry

Poetry is being written in large numbers, but scarcely discussed. I feel poetry is not read carefully, but literally. The flaws in the nature of reading a poetic piece turn into the general discourse that leaves the poet aside. The words are no doubt important, the essence of poetry is in the poet’s nature of artistic craft which transforms the words into important notes; just … Continue reading Feelings About Poetry