Oddly Placed

Sometimes windows are miserably placed Distractions steal solitude; alarmingly, time escapes From the day that has been borrowed Looking at the stoic life flowing indolently Probably the time is such- restrained melancholy Tired consciousness has a vague explanation It is frightening to feel the dullness on a bright day There is so much discord in the reflections All that the window has to offer, unfortunately … Continue reading Oddly Placed

Dull Narrative

How fascinating the day would have been if there were no untruths Dreams could have pursued the golden hues and chased eternity Time has pranked us into believing the entire narrative of subservience Our will imposed on nature too, and the yield lacks the aroma of the wild Inherent will has been altered by the malevolent instructions Compelled to believe in the limitations, weaknesses, and … Continue reading Dull Narrative

Night’s Stillness

Stay still, for the loopholes are the nooses waiting to trap the careless one The world may be fit for the slowness of change Transformations that emerge in tranquil amidst the slowly waning day A moonless night’s mysterious glow echoes the sentiments of a forgotten epoch Walk closer to destiny, the paths that are arranged for the lonely feet  That does not lead to the … Continue reading Night’s Stillness

Obscurantism

Crabbed minds hold on to ideas with such steely pincers Especially, a truth that has been modified and mollified Holding the truth in a miserable state of consciousness Except for the truth that should have been, is executed So many stakeholders come for a common purpose Of infecting the minds with the pandemic ideologies Happy playing with the altered and contagious truth Such is the … Continue reading Obscurantism

Solemn Hour

Solemn landscapes offer no welcome to the wind Feels like a vagabond has trespassed at this hour of dusk Those preparing to go home are collecting their thoughts Trudging along with heavy hearts of unfulfilled dreams Journeying straight paths feel like the steepest climb   Echoes sigh of boredom; indifference to all the sayings Stories are being noted, but misty eyes blur the sentences At this … Continue reading Solemn Hour