Unseen

If we could really see How many can really see through the barriers? Only the loudest colours appeal to the eyes There is that trembling within Warning of the misguided brightness Painted over all the lies and misdemeanours Time corrodes the surfaces It takes patience to see the misfortune Over which the dreams were resting How many pause to see even that? Repugnance on faces … Continue reading Unseen

Stunning Imbalance

Silly defiance scrapes through every settled alternative Slipping further into a state of turmoil- harsh times ahead Stories nebulous, a decry… all truths have to be obliterated Signs of forgotten memories, missing ages, unclear narratives Stiffened hearts have to bear the burden of explicit lies Straddling across the undulating and rough paths is uneasy Stupefying ignorance- defies all the reasons from other ages Striking indifferences, … Continue reading Stunning Imbalance

Nothing But Surrender

You have woven the lies masterfully to enervate the environment Without being distressed over rapidly eroding trust from the soil Roots are losing the instinct to go deeper and find their strongest region A willful surrender, too often struck down by the inimical stories Every day you have to quit… although, there is enough time to crawl Across rough terrains, on bruised knees, and pain … Continue reading Nothing But Surrender

Hoping

Hope is a temporary feeling, but persistently knocks the door It has its own reasons to mediate with the obdurate reality Tempers simmer… the days feel excruciatingly longer than they are Of shapes and distortions, objects and their rigid edges Painful manoeuvring through shrinking spaces- spiteful paths Opening them for anyone, without understanding their disguise Guile slithers through the pristine world of hope and love … Continue reading Hoping

Proclivity

It’s not about the panegyric moments illuminating each word Delivered with a stylish accent amidst applaud and propaganda The demure, diligent, and defiant- an uninspiring combination Of the austere truth, speaking in a void, but resiliently escapes From the fraudulent frequency spectrum of amplified anarchy Where there is scant determination, but persistent intimidation  Once there dwelt such trustworthy voices; now only fancy eulogies Ungentle leaning … Continue reading Proclivity

Stopped Clocks

The creaks from the cracks, cacophony of creatures of darkness Probably, devouring something after luring them with the seductive light Here, stopped clocks devour time, and silence’s gluttony is quite alarming Pleasures of pain, of human ordeals; grouchy pages consume emotions Words without meanings strung in an alluring way to fashion nakedness Vacuously blithesome, there’s revelry and partying of the wildest nature Stoic clock watches … Continue reading Stopped Clocks

Misguided

Don’t allow dreams to be led through coercive corridors; you may see many doors along the way, but they can push you and your dream to the confines of four walls. Those doors are not of opportunity, but they close behind you firmly to institutionalise the mind with thoughts that are not yours to accept. Compartmentalised and conditioned, the mind thinks while being stimulated with certain … Continue reading Misguided