It Gets Away From Us- A Poem

They have been looking for the groundless reality Taken flight with weak wings and soared through ominous clouds Bellowing their wrath among the worldly extravagance Descendant stars will never be bright again or birthed Forever in the womb of an infinite void- the inconceivable truth Echoes through epochs of lost tribes and infertile existence Now they have taken a dangerous leap towards a tremulous future … Continue reading It Gets Away From Us- A Poem

The Fate Reflections-A Poem

Man is lured by the reflections abandoned by the universe Nurtured dreams that have troubled the womb of Earth Picked time that dissects the fate of everyone Born into the encircling world, into crammed years and frail hopes Unkind afflictions of the mind diverted by corrupt compasses From primitive caves to the incarceration by impure dwellings Unearthed the darkest fate, deeply settled in the hands … Continue reading The Fate Reflections-A Poem

The Broken Promise

Seeds broke open with the force of natureSpring at the time when wilderness was pureSeeking deeper, the stability, the deep-rooted knowledgeOnce that originated from the churning of the oceansNow, only traces of which man can seeMesmerized by the monstrous reflections that cloud the consciousnessDarkness weaves a sinister and fibrous ecosystem of fragile disastersForgotten reality of inception, now the intentions are suspectStrongest foundations revolt and uproot … Continue reading The Broken Promise

Hysteria

Grappling with time and a world that blooms in an astral pattern Occasional dreams of the truth that bends the reality of this existence Minor jolts along the crisscrossing fault lines, like a giant palm showing the fate Mapping with the universe in the most dense night of trembling fear Dreams are replaced in the hysteria of a transforming reality, sleep is still a delusion … Continue reading Hysteria

Tell Me A Story

“Once upon a time…” Stories rarely begin this way now Memories fade Storytelling has transformed, losing it’s art, the passion, because time is fickle There aren’t any storytellers, the crowds gathered elsewhere Stories will live, somehow, may be in our soul Till it weighs us down Tired and bored, we may rest again, find the connection Stories will have soul once again A storyteller’s pride, … Continue reading Tell Me A Story

Harm Less

We can harm stones too Stony paths traversed Carrying the feelings like a misshapen rock Jagged edges bleeding the soul We could have been cured The prevailing melancholia transforming into poison Heartless now, in the midst of a desert Fine granules of time hurt the eyes Parched souls favor the deepening loveless life Hurtling themselves towards a chasm Working out the Karma The pestilence of … Continue reading Harm Less