Where Light Cannot Reach

Morning fails to reach all the corners of the room That of yesterday, and even earlier, been kept away from everyone Convenient corners are filled with those memories Latticed patters decorate them for some time and leave There is no scope for the morning language to initiate a conversation Those stories have a secret language and a special fragrance Accommodating them and even keeping them … Continue reading Where Light Cannot Reach

Is It an Uneasy Show?

It is uneasy sitting in a crowd and witnessing a burlesque show The light around dips and flips, and takes the elements of fun away Wide-eyed, useless curiosity in the communications that are mundane No one desires to rush outside; wonder, the freedom the auditorium offers In between, the pantomime also fails to mesmerise the tedious audience Thunderous applause after the failed satire on the … Continue reading Is It an Uneasy Show?

What Kind of Dream?

Truth is brutal, buried deep, prematurely It does have its way- finds the strength to go deeper Stays relevant! Becomes stronger, and restores itself against odds A society looks elsewhere- quite mesmerised by the anarchy Hoping to create something new from the wreckage Unaware, the roots of truth has a network everywhere Omnipresent after its unceremonious burial Ideas have been compromised… relentless indoctrination Inconvenienced by … Continue reading What Kind of Dream?

A Cautionary Tale

Rare chants of sanity amongst the qualms of humanity Widening fault lines; a deeper malaise that worries life Insensitive choices, tired consciousness, the antagonism Patterns of intolerance etched clearly through the ages Today, the past is dissected and interpreted in vicious words Lifting up the burden on fragile shoulders The frail constitution can barely withstand the stress Yet, stressing on the unsettling ideologies- a disaster … Continue reading A Cautionary Tale

It is not Difficult to Pause

Not everyone appreciates silence Feels unnecessary to look up at the changing sky The clout of words subdues inner desires Cunningly narrates some concocted stores They all are diversions- numerous ways to reconcile With lies, imperfect perceptions, and fallacies Intricately entwines with life, like a serpent What has altered hearts so much? Souls find it impossible communicating Convincing the heart to choose a different path … Continue reading It is not Difficult to Pause

Unclear Time

None can prophesise about the night Or, about what darkness with it will bring Numbed senses do not feel any more Unaware, full of fear, walks directionless Humility is not reflected as a virtue Life’s synonyms are erroneous- appear disarrayed There are mighty claims about untruths Feeble souls speak in an uncouth decibel Problems treble amidst mindless existence Only fragments and absurd arguments Night freezes the … Continue reading Unclear Time

Waiting For

There are no compensations to forego the precious moments Calling the darkness shades over a sprightly day Unprecedented void threatens to create a menacing scene For the fearful eyes… awake through a tumultuous time Deprived of sleep, awakening dreams, pure feelings Mysteries like ancient cobwebs decorate the frightened corners All are urged to wake up during the unearthly hours Innocent beings unwillingly witness scary events … Continue reading Waiting For

Unpleasant Dreams

Dreams you would not like to interpret visits regularly Troubled feelings try to settle in you to make you uncomfortable Although you may try to be numb, the sleep transforms into a devil Like a pleasure-seeking trip through an unknown journey Surprisingly, the initiation to all this is like an attack The senses, the feelings, the soul (if the dreams become ghoulish) You have to … Continue reading Unpleasant Dreams

The Night’s Wishes

Night wishes to be pardoned for the follies Difficult eulogising it as the moon wanes Keeping sleep away, and lovely dreams too Secrets won’t be revealed by the busy time Trying to decipher the confusion and settle Dimmed lights, arrival of gloomy thoughts There are no simple hymns to mollify life It feels vacant, even the echoes fade away Fear of vices creeping into this … Continue reading The Night’s Wishes