Impaled Silence

Fevered days with tired pace, tired shadows rests upon a spent world Rugged surfaces, sudden screeches, faltering promises, people grappling with misunderstood truths Common heretics follow the fallow ideas, whereas, the real thinkers are perturbed with adulterated silence Disgraced with volatile ideas, haven for compulsive liars, of snake oil sellers Silence skewered with raging criticisms, a time twisted and sinewy, ragged reasoning, unreasonable demands Of … Continue reading Impaled Silence

There is No Pure Light

The era is quite dry, humid sometimes, but sudden deluge of nature’s rage Dampened moods, there is no other way out of this conundrum Light, not bright enough, clouded by the tired industries, demands, more demands Not simple dreams, it’s said, “you’re a failure, when you lose the urge to possess more Like a surrender to the persistent distractions, corners of life crowded Devoured spaces … Continue reading There is No Pure Light

Messing with Memories

Wondering if I dwelled too long in scattered spaces where memories were in a disheveled state Unsettled conversations, trying to keep pace with stopped clocks Revisiting those places, uninvited, in a stupor, an unfulfilled desire luring me often I failed to differentiate between the altered memories, but faint hopes still tormented my dormant mind Here, in the present, I have the time to rethink, the … Continue reading Messing with Memories

Gift of Isolation

Far off from where I started, faint memories, I don’t remember the date or time I did not start with expectations or a plan, but here I am, reminiscing the isolation Now, I decide after the memories have become distant, the rejections, of every season I wanted to try at my pace, while taken through some eccentricities, without worried about arriving Enjoying my idiosyncrasies, where … Continue reading Gift of Isolation

The Chosen Loneliness

There is nothing out there as entertaining anymore other than the typical crowd A great synchronized movement, inaudible cacophony that riles up the senses Lenses of vision are scratched and a blurry hope, the hype of artificial lightings to alter the mood Everything around is so hallucinating, mere presence without prescience, false euphoric moments Lonelier tiring days amongst the crowded spaces, as if fighting for … Continue reading The Chosen Loneliness

Fading

The reflections disperse and dissolve, arrested by the ripples, the scruples and fading imageries Unfriendly time, timelessness and nothingness remain relevant, descended horizon, half Moon and unadjusted darkness Lopsided discussions, crude observations and lamentations, mirror images, trapped ideologies, lack of breathing space Even before I fade, I feel dazed by an uncomfortable presence, persistence of a tiring conflict, among existence, in a pattern of complicated … Continue reading Fading

Claustrophobia

The existence delays its rent, it owes a lot to Time, spent force, a delayed start and incoherent response to the morning Almost a fancy disguise to avoid the probing glances of time, a messenger running synchronously with a tired journeyer Out of the fancy little spaces, spilling over to the crowded extravaganza, every little soul claustrophobic within the modern designs Plans, not according to … Continue reading Claustrophobia

Furtive Glances

Silence is maligned, typical of a world that fashions the daily clamour of a life spinning uncontrollably All about time, the finest manipulator, the magical nuisance of unseen characters, powerful in the dark, surrendered to the unenlightened world Suspicious crowds, with furtive glances, trust is designed and defined by convenient expectations, a ritual in dark spaces So, all the faces look blurry, none defined by … Continue reading Furtive Glances