Early Ruminations

The unexpected glare of a morning disperses the gloominess Life is easy with the simplicity and not much curiosity from passersby Keeping track of time feels immoral when life just wishes to pause Leisurely looking through the haze of humanity, not an infantile fantasy A search for some promising visions, if possible for the feeble consciousness My desires may be incoherent with the acceptable moralities … Continue reading Early Ruminations

Another Route

At the sight of first light, even before all other eyes are ready to dream Of a future that is obedient to the desires, and think of closing the boundaries How they will advance is discussed excitedly, philosophically and apprehensively Emotions are poured in a vessel in anticipation of a favourable potion Life can tame time and redirect it through a convoluted space; an artificial … Continue reading Another Route

They Hold the Unfair Dreams

Children clutching the untruths most obediently A common scene through the passage of time Idle for a while, but life seems to spring uncontrollably It seems silly to believe that all the paths are trustworthy Vacant eyes absorb the melancholy, and smudged dreams with rough edges sully the white spaces For a while, just before the childhood says goodbye, there are other unjustified reasoning Man … Continue reading They Hold the Unfair Dreams

The Less Visible Road

Only road has been pushed aside by the rushing journeyers Somewhere erased, tattered along the edges and faint traces of wilderness Time upon time added a complex layer of monotony to the spaces Trying to explain the complex emotions in trite languages Stories are not held too closely anymore, but unnecessarily ornate Uncomplicated meanderings along that road is a difficult journey Conflicting time tears up … Continue reading The Less Visible Road

Not Vacant Anymore

Vacant spaces, feels weird, when there are plenty of hopeless thoughts Waiting to occupy the serenity and tranquility in a rapid movement Initiated by that chaos; imagined by restless minds, during antithetical time Feels ordinary at first glance, but their baneful desires are undercurrents Flowing dangerously through the underground passages, creating deep fissures Grinding against the silence, the indiscriminate decay is a premonition No one … Continue reading Not Vacant Anymore

It’s Quiet

At the quietest hour it escapes from darkness’s possession Its anonymity helps find the passage toward the everyday ritual Waiting to feel that cosmic spark, to ignite with benevolent light From the embrace of life and sleep and frolicking dreams A serpentine demarcation between reality and illusion In a fetal position, life wakes up from another conscious separation Into the most peaceful world, wordless, without … Continue reading It’s Quiet

Where Imaginations Lead

Delicate scenes born from the tranquil emotions Travel as far as you can imagine, create new destinations Between you and the Universe, the precious conversations Guides life through the undulating journey of new visions It may be seen as a betrayal by the indignant world Self-indulgent, monotonously didactic in a stern tone Easier falling into the etched out patterns, a deeper trauma Carved into them … Continue reading Where Imaginations Lead

The Desired Space

Oeuvre of the undisguised heart, at moments of ecstasy Entirely unbridled, expresses the feelings in a joyous rhythm Thoughtless during the most busy times; careless glances at the day Taking the morning away, from the clutches of mundanity To the most safest place, where the wandering imaginations visit A sacred place, amidst a secret location, landscapes of profundity Verdant reflections, resonance of voices from another … Continue reading The Desired Space

Sound of Night

The night’s dead, but the thumping heartbeats reverberate As if trying to wake up and connect to another sleeping reality Somewhere they were pushed back, defeated, and treated poorly Skirmishes are frequent, disruptions and obfuscation of emotions Poisoned with unreal expectations; evil starts spawning in the heart Foul spirits descend during the surreptitious times, fear lurks near A kind of destiny raises its several heads, … Continue reading Sound of Night