Some Clarity

Some days appear cleaner- washed away by the overnight rain All the debris and worries; human misapprehensions and mistrusts Disappear, as the rains dream of a new beginning It may be gloomier and quieter, but how peaceful in stillness A difficult night washed by Providential rains looks like a child praying Even for a brief moment, the vagaries of humanity feels distant Now the innocent … Continue reading Some Clarity

Distant They Are-The Eyes Dream

Does that darkness have a special glue to stick the dreams in a collage Only to be seen from a distance like the sparkling stars At the backdrop of a heavy background that seems to be mysterious Unfortunately, there are no steps that will take you up there Dreams give a distant pleasure to the eyes- like an ephemeral moment They exist, but cannot be … Continue reading Distant They Are-The Eyes Dream

How it Starts

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 Hues

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

Difficult Morning

Waking up to the frail lights Talking in hushed tones Everything seems sleepy all around A weak day is uninspiring Reluctant to leave the bed Soul’s disinclined to walk along Under the canopy of frailness The stillness is only within Life never pauses but progresses Amidst stale feelings and frailness Somewhere, it must be brighter Compared to this dimension Silence births new consciousness Weak lights … Continue reading Difficult Morning

Rushing towards a Dawn

Rushing towards the morning without taking off the night’s robe Waiting for the first hint of light after a gruelling debate with worries They were eager to write an epitaph without the flair for that language Unwilling to emend the phrases and pauses; they felt so inappropriate First glances of light erased the sense of gloomy deliberation of night The eyes were waiting to decipher … Continue reading Rushing towards a Dawn

Sceptical Morning and Detours

Some mornings are not morning enough! The dichotomy, whether it is in the thoughts or in the perception, splits the character of a morning into two conflicting characters. The characteristic of a man, who has not dreamt well and had ogres visiting them with odd signs, can become tipsy with the potent chaos. Staring at the morning for more than its promised stay will drag … Continue reading Sceptical Morning and Detours

Unwelcoming

Dawn’s serenity rattled by the discussions over goodness Perceptions of it being a necessary evil in a world mired in chaos As truths sprout exceptionally slow according to the hasty times Despondent lies shade the morning from pure brilliance Pluralism of truth needle the environment from different directions The desire to kindle the enthusiasm in the disheartened souls  Such aimless interpretations demoralise the purpose of … Continue reading Unwelcoming