The Deeds

The rhythm wasn’t composed by the savant Some nocturnal churnings handed over those tunes through gremlins Strolling down the ancient cobbled pavements, keeping an eye on sleepless souls There’s certainly some magic in the air Not one that is imagined by the purist magician, but of some devious wizard Tap, tap, tap, comes strolling the words for the epitaph Of fallen dreams and jealous pursuits … Continue reading The Deeds

The Pursuit

The valiant eyes have to seek beyond the obvious to gather new perceptions If not one wishes to view the world with someone else’s Rearrange the thoughts, or even erase some of them; annoyingly burden the space And pulling the eyes away from core consciousness of life Evaluate philosophy rather boringly; it’s an experience one cannot surrender to reluctant minds To remain oblivious to the … Continue reading The Pursuit

Eyes of Admiration

Away from the idiosyncrasies, seeking an ideal world, where idyll moments are preserved in verses Preferred silence hums the profound mantra of a picturesque reality preserved by Truth Who does believe in the pristine beliefs that were hidden from the view of existence? Here, sleep is not laziness, but a rejuvenating journey across the pastures of emerald green Sprinkled with inspirations from the celestial rains; … Continue reading Eyes of Admiration

Uncertain Walk

The heart inexhaustibly tries to reason with burning desires Eyes glisten with inimitable pride- resolute bearing unmistakable Shouldering the haughtiness in spite of uncomfortable posture Journey of meagre hope surges ahead to shatter prudent ideas Reflecting on the mirage for a lengthy period of fanciful dreams Yesterday’s journey is repeated, only to be meted out a similar fate With each advance the fate recoils with … Continue reading Uncertain Walk

In Haste we Forget

In the banality of busyness, the crisp words melt away without a trace Only some aftertaste of repentance; a morning feels feverish in surrounding cold Willingly becoming an unwilling partner to the race that holds our hands roughly The wrists feel the pain, while the sore feet finds this experience rather tedious Easier leaving compared to the decisions a heart has to make while entering an … Continue reading In Haste we Forget

Purposeless

That suffering from not being able to speak one’s own words  Mere repetitiveness adorn the speeches so carefully crafted Being in the crowd, chanting the inessential narratives by rote Marching towards the cul-de-sac with feet worn excessively This fierceness with artificial fangs look meaningless Overcrowded bonhomie rests on feeble purpose of reluctant sharing Vice of being overtly interested in someone’s troubles seems sage Alternatives never were, and … Continue reading Purposeless

Light Evening

It’s a light evening, but the conversations make light of the situations Sovereign light disperses through the awakened consciousness Let the trivialities fade naturally; moving away to lean on the reliable thoughts At this fading hour, some profound glow astounds the dreary eyes End of the day, but the trail of thoughts are prepared for the esoteric journey Nothingness deepens its favour on the surrendered … Continue reading Light Evening