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
On which side of reality I would be in I speculate on the truth of reflections from life Often the arrival of dreams are tied to time Nothing honest exist in the inexplicable illusions Razor-sharp gaze barely trouble the superficiality Untimely interventions perforate the moments I cannot hold on longer as I witness their escape Interwoven existence in the acquired realm Not enough space for … Continue reading Do I Choose Anymore
Children clutching the untruths most obediently A common scene through the passage of time Idle for a while, but life seems to spring uncontrollably It seems silly to believe that all the paths are trustworthy Vacant eyes absorb the melancholy, and smudged dreams with rough edges sully the white spaces For a while, just before the childhood says goodbye, there are other unjustified reasoning Man … Continue reading They Hold the Unfair Dreams
If it was not your reflection that surrendered to other reflections With little persuasion, it decided to transform into another character Stealing a part of you and running away with some precious emotions Yes, reflections on deceitful areas, already on a decline, can be irritating Once yearning to travel away from the being, the repetitive reflection Of which you were born with from the designs … Continue reading What’s In that Reflection?
Obsequious obsession with opaque dreams Ocular distortions and oppression of objects desirable Oratory failures reverberate through the speeches Orbits shrunken by the alarming intensity Orpheus disappeared along with the beautiful creations Oaken cottages empty of any inspirations Obscene transformation of once verdant landscapes Obdurate consciousness is like a hurricane ~Amitav Continue reading Onus
Sorrowful light scorns at the idleness A solitary man spent the night contemplating It as not about the dreams anymore Sleep is not fondly remembered Silent bridge, across fathomless depth Nightly thoughts push him along this path Another side, a little lonelier than expected Desperately trying to salvage the freedom Grains of life still carry the eternal hope Requires a greater sacrifice in a faithless … Continue reading Courage
A fragile night collapses during the numbing silence Moments are erased from the memory Time slackens its hold over the submerged world Laboured breaths curse the slow progress of life Once it was a free world, now the emotions are confined Experimentation with the artificial truth Natural beings are eager to synthesise random patterns Ecstasy, untruths are delusional drugs Insincere remedies, unhealed souls, more suffering … Continue reading Still Exists
Let’s dissociate from everything and allow myself the freedom to idle the mind. I want to interpret the hypocrisy that I have been dealing with. To be honest, I cannot arrive at an original thought if I engage with the craftiness of boisterous surrounding. I can spare my feelings from the ignominy of accepting the lies that are delivered every day through various mediums. The … Continue reading Dissociation