Quiet Composition

Probably the unheard stories of the soul will never make it to the real world Suppressed but defiant, the remain relevant, but ignored for the sake of vanity Stories that scream and enters your dreams, but dreaming is never an acceptable job Curtailed time for creativity, daydreaming is considered an errant life Punishment for the emotions, a consciousness that cannot endure the reality of inception … Continue reading Quiet Composition

Hope Less

The fragility of time, dwindling truth, eroding freedom for dreams to prosper What I read from daily events, fuels my hopelessness, yet I find freedom in what I write There is too much pain, and they have forgotten the secret of healing Diminishing senses imagines a distorted reality, only, they are built on false hopes Trite languages do not evoke any real emotions, I skip … Continue reading Hope Less

Messing with Memories

Wondering if I dwelled too long in scattered spaces where memories were in a disheveled state Unsettled conversations, trying to keep pace with stopped clocks Revisiting those places, uninvited, in a stupor, an unfulfilled desire luring me often I failed to differentiate between the altered memories, but faint hopes still tormented my dormant mind Here, in the present, I have the time to rethink, the … Continue reading Messing with Memories

Being Awake

Do not be awake to honor the clocks Here and there, measuring life like stern sentinels Sometimes warns us, restricts the adventure Even before I contemplate being a wanderlust Time spies on us, the most ancient spy on earth Confessions of our vulnerability tricked by time Seek healing from time? It knows every grain of secrets Keeps us distracted by the setting up of events … Continue reading Being Awake

After Contemplations

They were not faint beliefs… persuasive and relentless Even chases your shadow at the dawn of faintest hour Bothersome, because they interfere with your dreams Stripping off the fine disguise of life and exposing lies Dreams as a child are more meaningful and beatific Adulthood brings its own woes and apprehensions Becoming irksome… the character still believes Those faint beliefs at the oddest hours of … Continue reading After Contemplations

Impractical Reasons

Staring at the clock with feigned seriousness You have already decided on the reality Thorough planning to create more disorderliness It is offending to witness the ascending pain Wrong analogies spoil the stories The distorted clocks are a reminder Growing insanity, while being clueless about time Keeping track of life like a stalker Spiral of lies are commonly occurring motifs Your senses are befooled The … Continue reading Impractical Reasons

An Endless Thing

One could have been guided by the instincts, but the pressurising effects took over and swept away everything. It was nature’s influence; not the kind one, but instigated by the events that were agitating the core of its meditative patience. All the visible tracks are snatched away by the terrible reversal in fate. Nothing is linear, and the routes that appear lead to an uncertain … Continue reading An Endless Thing

Where it Begins

Flaccid ideas create a trail- an uninspiring landscape Mere selfish thoughts are wound tightly; a strenuous life Jealously burns longer than the lights of the day Singes the beautiful night too- dreams run away Life is a mere formality as it stretches feebly over a reality Poor language emerges the only means of communication It fails- only misapprehensions and failed relationships Carnivals of mindless frivolities … Continue reading Where it Begins