Unkind Hours

The night, extremely nervous, trembles at the first appearance of light Rolls up like an unclean curtain that obfuscated the dreams for too long In all this, the little events, like unkind apparitions, hovered around A world feels distressingly silent on the circumstances of man’s trouble Feeble supporting voices vanish like mysterious smoke, stifled breathing Scarlet skies are not the reflections of untroubled radiance or … Continue reading Unkind Hours

Some Effects Are Inevitable

Why can’t I erase the frown from a melancholic day? Swaying from time to time, between  unrelated dimensions Searching for some reason under the Fountain of thoughts Far away, some cataclysmic events occurred in a parallel reality Some effects of ancient events still under the mysterious layers Thwarted dreams revisit life- warning in a cryptic language Rich blossoms amidst the gloomy nature is a contradiction … Continue reading Some Effects Are Inevitable

Those Stories

Arcane meanings prepare the chapter of life A lot of mystery surrounds them… of naysayers’ efforts Weaving an alternative tale, a new vocabulary Chronicles that are invalidated by the other world Simply trying to narrate ambiguous stories to naive listeners Tales of suspicious heroism, the rise and fall of individuals Who can corroborate them… time erases consciousness What about those meanings, the signs, untold narratives … Continue reading Those Stories

It Starts With Gloom

There are fewer aureate moments at the waking hours Mysterious reflections take back time into a sinister moment Uprooted and swept away… they never trusted the depths Arise the sorrows during the slightest changes in nature Transformed characters discuss to dispel the mysteries Soon the clouds will form… heavy with dreadful time No other passage seems to be real at the blurry moments While ill-feelings … Continue reading It Starts With Gloom

Into the Night

When nights aren’t dizzy because of the unreal silence Oppressed days give a new meaning to life… not a pleasant one Believing that we can outrun the natural occurrences Wearisome communications lessen the interest in the stories It is a perpetual descent from an exalted position Comforting with the delusional facts, and falling into a delirium Vague understanding- all that leads to the forbidden Worrisome … Continue reading Into the Night

The Birds

The birds seem to have gathered innocuously One called the other, then in unison, then everyone responded They know how to create a rhythm Their wings have brought them here for a purpose Winds must have written some messages on them As scripts, they reveal the messages Their stare, sometimes unnerving They may be speculating over my curious expressions Probably, peering through my subliminal thoughts … Continue reading The Birds