The Lazy Worries

Times have turned itself into an unknown entitity Elusive, cryptic, intentionally baffling to the awakened and asleep Dreams aren’t pragmatic during these days of uncertain immobility Unattended tiredness and grievances are vigorously annoying Taking over the conversations, an impolite attempt at discord Frictions with different definitions of love tires the heart Forced to be contented with untimely clumsiness of life Dusty reflections on an unattended … Continue reading The Lazy Worries

Do I Choose Anymore

On which side of reality I would be in I speculate on the truth of reflections from life Often the arrival of dreams are tied to time Nothing honest exist in the inexplicable illusions Razor-sharp gaze barely trouble the superficiality Untimely interventions perforate the moments I cannot hold on longer as I witness their escape Interwoven existence in the acquired realm Not enough space for … Continue reading Do I Choose Anymore

Tensed Fragility

Adamant opinions raise the temper of an already flustered day Too many of them have joined the crowd, now almost resemble an overblown bubble Interesting to see how long the pressure remains subjugated by the reasons Mischievous hands are always there to unsettle the fragile relations Threads of relationships can barely keep the incensed environment under control The settling Sun is in despair, an unrecognizable … Continue reading Tensed Fragility

Deciphering Mysterious Nights

When I have stared longer, competing with the stubborn deliberation of the night The night sky becomes becomes more mysterious, even grumbling about the lone spectator I am not trying to pick out the flaws or elatedly appreciate the cryptic exchanges All that this, silence cares to embrace me in a non-judgmental way, turning me into a stoic Like altering my beliefs during the somber … Continue reading Deciphering Mysterious Nights

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

Random Lines

The random lines across the silent zones Unworldly patterns of the mind trying to explore Other dimensions of existence; in an intense adventure Tropical emotions raised from the landscapes Often, the nighttime is the best phase for mishanthrop Elsewhere, there are streams of other sentiments Channeling the rapid changes along the course Sometimes fierce, sometimes docile, lost in phases One does not have the perfect … Continue reading Random Lines

During that Time

Time finds peace during the most chaotic phasesInsufficient feelings perceive the moments to be unyieldingInescapable are the distorted imaginations, effects of a sleepless mindDuring conspiring days when dialogues are untrustworthyContemplated by wild conjectures, trying to devastate the soulsAiming for the imaginary successes of high strung natureCrumbling objects are becoming dangerous projectiles; the facades are not safe anymoreIn one corner of an eccentric space, entirely surrounded … Continue reading During that Time

Conflicting Spaces

Narrowest spaces may be the surprising passageways to escape One often wonders about the usual pathways, familiar with the feet Where the mind is spared the troublesome task of seeking a path Life in extended metaphors becomes a meandering read Lost somewhere, the fundamental knowledge, their interpretations Consciousness resembles a spider’s web, strung in a wily pattern A lot of noise, inaudible abuses get trapped; … Continue reading Conflicting Spaces