Where We Dwell

It is not darknesse’s fate to melancholy hold In its bosom, and cries of an unfulfilled world Tired souls can shake off a tiring feeling Such an hour need not be full of mournful wishes Consciousness can awaken with positive omen Bidding adieu to tales of unworthy storytellers Choosing to be silent and a universal dweller Anguishes can lessen the sanctity of time Oh! This … Continue reading Where We Dwell

Unsure Days

Some days are just glances, others stay here to scrutinize Their temperament lasts a little longer- Moods sway between tranquillity and unsettled time Prompted by the duality of a day split into ‘either’ and ‘or’ Silently the oars cut through the little undulations On days like these, the mirrors are also confused The reflections are scattered and multiplied erroneously You never decide the colours on … Continue reading Unsure Days

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

Away from the Crowd

What’s the feeling of walking away from the crowd? Withdrawing all of the identity that had been dispersed  It was difficult identifying them after unnatural transformation Walking into the crowd was never a decision It happens in the rush of life; urged to leave the freedom of solitude You take all of you, remember, the duality of the opposing voice Someone within had been constantly … Continue reading Away from the Crowd

Of Illusions

There’s no stopping someone fighting one’s own illusions Pounding the Earth with tired feet and resisting the images with flailing arms Speaking to deceptions requires one to create a language deceptive enough Tremulous earth signals the tremblings which have convulsed the inner world Despairing because of tumultuous moments fill the eyes with bitter tears Sweet illusions no more, the strained neck positions the face to … Continue reading Of Illusions