What could the Day offer…

Nothing that the day could offer, but life has to wait outside the door like a weary visitor. Each day forms the accordion and blow out the worthy sentiments with force. Discordant notes fill the air with a vengeance, but one cannot complain; while expected to sing along, reiterate, and glorify them, the rhythm is set at a different level. Pure perfumes are drowned in … Continue reading What could the Day offer…

Escapes

How many escapes it would take to close the doors on all the escape routes? Feeling like a prankster, who wishes to befuddle the truth by running away Many disguises and excuses, masks and sly speeches, are not enough The self-imposed wall waiting for those hands to puncture them for an escape Each of them unique portals to a dark land of delusion and defeat … Continue reading Escapes

The Messages

The messages disguised as sympathisers turn brigands Prey on the mind; every possible thought thereafter is poisoned Some of them are welcomed consciously, others follow stealthily There’s that age when life seems to be a joke The perception of cages and unbridled freedom burn hungrily When an entire world seems to be an exaggerated distortion Vulnerable times fall for the high-spirited demands of life’s extortion … Continue reading The Messages

Stirring Stillness

The stillness that threatens to stir an unforeseen transformation Waste not the particles of any thought arising from an unsettling calm Even if the distractions may have pulled the soul away, further from the self Guided by some distant alluring light across mysterious valleys A feeling of someone lurking around to steal the most precious dreams Eyes do not peep anymore for the surprises that … Continue reading Stirring Stillness

The Antics

The antics try to suppress the dominion of enthusiasm  Of this universe, and then settling down in a carved reality To lament the mesmeric caving in of the fragments of existence Only if reality were to be encompassed by these eyes Impossible! They rover purposelessly across lusty silhouettes Contradictions are seeded in the absence of entirety There is every reason to persuade the intellect to … Continue reading The Antics

As The Curtains Come Down

Lamenting Sun pulls down the curtains  There is solace to be found in this new found darkness Preferable silence over the discomforting fables Foibles of the day are enough to unsettle the rhythm Spasms! The day contorts due to uncomfortable questions Propositions of scandalous desires Let it all settle down; they will sink deeper and taint Still, this stillness will rescue the advance of such … Continue reading As The Curtains Come Down

From the Struggle

The tranquil decay, the thinly stretched patience and its frail pulsation Compulsions of not speaking convincingly for those clandestine concerns Unearthed from time to time- the fossils, artefacts, ancient woes of life Away from that time, but it inches towards this existence- eternity exists Universe’s spirit breathes through unfathomable epochs; reality is continuous Split into wisdom and travails of imposed reality; a persistent struggle Voices … Continue reading From the Struggle

Uneasy Confluence

The evenings aren’t content, yesterday, and today too In between, the day plunged due to the diurnal routine Darkness grumbles about the spaces being ceded casually There is no one to allay the fears that gather courage Turbulent shadows hum the sinister subliminal tune Fumes the nature of change- horizon blazes ominously The paths are unsure and life chases across dim alleys Built on so … Continue reading Uneasy Confluence