Labyrinthine Journey

Writing seems to be ebullient even while narrating the continuum of depreciating existence. The type of energy writing survives on seems to be of an unearthly nature. As a writer, I feel, there is a narrow labyrinthine scope allowed for a piece of creative narrative to witness the other end of the deliberate maze. All that the maze is composed of are — criticisms, rejections, premature conjectures, … Continue reading Labyrinthine Journey

It is Literature

How well do you comprehend the ambiguity of literature? Often perceived to be fictional truth, an exaggerated manifestation of the conspiring emotions which trouble the mind, it goes further to etch out a path to understand the passive anxiety. Writing may simply be the urge to chronicle the daily experiences (both significant and insignificant) the daily communications of human aspirations, failures, struggles, heartbreak and pursuits. … Continue reading It is Literature

It is Essential and Important

Creativity is birthed anywhere, within the four walls, in the wilderness, in solitude, in the midst of a crowd, and even in semi-conscious sleep. Now, there are so many destinations and myriad avenues for creativity and all we can come up with few words of lament and tired feelings, that too by isolating the heart and mind from all the wonderful places. The missing dimensions … Continue reading It is Essential and Important

Lamentations of Words

Are the words whole, or their slices of different meanings being assembled From irrelevant situations, their predicament of being stretched and jumbled Pulled away from their ancient wanderings as we fail them with our effort The pen never has a chance to bathe in thoughtful ink and barely becomes a consort Those silent eyes stare at the glaring misgivings and the ability to distort It … Continue reading Lamentations of Words

Where it Leads

The straggling words pull the mind through a maze Unsuspecting mind wandering there was among the crowd Pulled along the damp ground for the desires to be scattered  No, there are no eager hands to nurture them For convenience, the comparisons are laid to rest A world that is embraced by the darkness feels pleasing Sometimes, sprinkled with stars, the only reason to hope Perspectives … Continue reading Where it Leads