If the characters are not ready before the curtain is raised They are seen communicating in wild gestures, the last-minute reminder Of the dialogues and positions, one has to take Some of the poseur’s fill-up the gaps to create a distraction What if the curtains were raised a little later Everything would have seemed different The stage will witness the transformation Various stages of a … Continue reading On the Stage
A morning diluted with an extra dosage of bitterness Its fate is decided by the incidents that a world experiences Throughout the night, of relentless pain on humanity Honey, for extra sweetness, crystallised and quite stubborn What yields of nature, of which humans too, have done? The weather, the patterns of cynical transformations Roots deprived of nutrition and the soil of ancient toil News knocks … Continue reading How it Starts
The banality of pushing my words between two contradictory sentences For they have metamorphosed to stubborn ideologies Running parallel, creating an intense field of confusion, a fatal chasm It won’t be a willing surrender, but a severe attraction to destroy my ideas What would be their fate clinging to the detrimental narratives? Learning how not to emulate and feeling caged by the platitudes Where feelings … Continue reading Unabated
I cannot work my way through the erratically shapeshifting labyrinth From the physical to the banal From reality to the pinnacle of absurdity From objectification through vacuous theories It is too much of a burden, a stressed job of being repetitive Which type of fortune can spring from that reality? The minds are being shaped by cultures of distinct patterns Constrained and urged to surrender … Continue reading Fortune
There will be many days and many ways, monitored by time Whether you ascend or descend, the landscapes will decide For fate will push you along with the determined push of the world It is time to decide if you want to be offended by the struggles If fear drives the conscience and hasty decisions become a hurdle Justifying the chicanery to create some passages … Continue reading Days Without Destination
Although afraid of the destructions, and the demons associated with it It is often we have to face them for those who invoke them during a trance of stupidity For them who are not a part of it, they are initiated into that environment in a devious manner Some cabal working tirelessly to make existence difficult for everyone They seek satisfaction by pushing in their … Continue reading The Chances and Choices
The absurd waves have been screaming from far Now they surge ahead and threaten the tranquillity Doors have been closed and rooms erased of dreams Outdoors is home now, during inclement times No walls and divisions, but peace can be evasive Earlier, tight spaces restricted the freedom of time Absurdity compelled the world to feel smaller Where dreams would be contained in small sections There … Continue reading The Waves
The colours may have been misinterpreted Their expressions replicated without a soul Whatever it thinks of being the radiant faces One who chose the colourings before dawn Night has different hues to be painted with True masterpieces and extremely kind Brushes benevolently applying the colours Caresses of an artistic kind across the canvas Bouquets of offerings and celebrations Open your eyes and view an engrossed … Continue reading The Hues
It could not have been the gloomiest of days, but its silence was restricting the flow. There were unsettled sentiments waiting to be heard. That was not to be! The figures shifted according to some secret plan and the positions were momentarily filled with trepidation. As if everyone was communicating through that silence. A new way to express deep resentment and unfulfilled desires through a … Continue reading The Contemplations of Silence
Everyone abandons the shores in buoyant anticipation The flow seems to have gained a favourable nature It is not contemporary ambivalence, but a current frenzy Shaped by the modernity of those times; it continues Calculations give that immense confidence to surrender Not the waves of forethought, but a vague estimation Also, the boredom of staying in the cocoon of tranquillity Some unseen hands push life … Continue reading Empty Shore
