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?

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

Stunning Imbalance

Silly defiance scrapes through every settled alternative Slipping further into a state of turmoil- harsh times ahead Stories nebulous, a decry… all truths have to be obliterated Signs of forgotten memories, missing ages, unclear narratives Stiffened hearts have to bear the burden of explicit lies Straddling across the undulating and rough paths is uneasy Stupefying ignorance- defies all the reasons from other ages Striking indifferences, … Continue reading Stunning Imbalance

After Contemplations

They were not faint beliefs… persuasive and relentless Even chases your shadow at the dawn of faintest hour Bothersome, because they interfere with your dreams Stripping off the fine disguise of life and exposing lies Dreams as a child are more meaningful and beatific Adulthood brings its own woes and apprehensions Becoming irksome… the character still believes Those faint beliefs at the oddest hours of … Continue reading After Contemplations

Challenged and Channelled

Fascinated by the toxic air, breathe in satisfyingly The suffering within, the entire world within will be clouded Entrapping a pernicious fate with distorted time Everyone feels confident about the misadventures…  feels triumphant A satanic evocation, rituals of a tormenting kind Inventions that have contaminated throughout uprisings Few are there to contradict, stand up for the truth, the banal progression Exhausting minds, altering reality and … Continue reading Challenged and Channelled

The Possible Distractions

After all the ages have rushed past, the experiences and misadventures, you still cannot navigate the mind’s landscape, because you do not know the path well. Never conscious of the expanding reality, the essence to feel is taken away by hyperexcitation about the external distractions from the not so able minds. They come up with the most divisive and discriminatory ideologies to weaken the relationship … Continue reading The Possible Distractions

The Common Tiredness

Dubious outcomes are not uncommon Wrapped in insincere embellishments Broadcasting an auspicious future At the intersection of human feelings and electronic interference Only inference possible is that of exaggerated announcements Scripted like an oddly shaped vest to envelop the mind Since the arrival of seasons have altered, even, misappropriated Fruits of such laborious diatribes are insipid The world does not feel illuminated, but it still … Continue reading The Common Tiredness

Difficult Space

Unapologetic objects jostle for space They have been established to vie for glory All-weather skin- nothing penetrates Especially the critical thoughts and woes Of human emotions and subtle dreams Once they hit the walls, they are turned away Dwelling in them, decorating the corners Is a suffocating experience- but that’s a reality Perrenial storms of ego and angst Among vitriol and fight for existence There … Continue reading Difficult Space

What There Is

Mostly that has been gnawed by the ignorance Dull images of barren branches Parched territories still breathe for existence Waiting for a miracle- apprehensions are real Time has been deserted due to the confusion Consciousness dangles precariously The ferocity of the intense wind blunts contours Ages have gone by without remorse There is only stifling narrowness and flailing echoes Scripted chaos turns into an eerie … Continue reading What There Is