The Dissonance

The chorus of discursive fragments pause little longer than expected Their unabashed lingering does not yield any powerful discourse Sifting among the strewn frustrate the eagerly seeking hands Only a handful of dust and crusts of incoherent meanings As if under a mysterious spell, the wayward wandering, fondness for veering off Yelling at the day won’t upset it, but the mind will feel agitated At … Continue reading The Dissonance

Washed Away

There is no discord, but probably being ignored for a while upped the annoyance Who shall intervene for a reconciliation between the aggrieved day and brooding feelings? The day is flickering now; it’s time for a moist evening to absorb the melancholic sentiments Getting drenched is a desire if the clouds would be generous enough tonight Is it going to be another struggle to see … Continue reading Washed Away