What The Eyes Look For

When I find nothing unusual My eyes are not intrigued Something beyond archetypes Nothing uneven, unexplored Beyond yourself, the life precincts A single narrative in different ways Like a swirl of chosen phrases A journey much anticipated But there are restrictions Running in a poorly designed maze Similar themes occur in various ways Characters mouthing dialogues Or, the storyteller’s narrations How long can one listen? … Continue reading What The Eyes Look For

Unabated

The banality of pushing my words between two contradictory sentences For they have metamorphosed to stubborn ideologies Running parallel, creating an intense field of confusion, a fatal chasm It won’t be a willing surrender, but a severe attraction to destroy my ideas What would be their fate clinging to the detrimental narratives? Learning how not to emulate and feeling caged by the platitudes Where feelings … Continue reading Unabated

During Those Times

During one of those inattentive times, arcane thoughts settle somewhere Illustrious days are no more, now they are taken over by lethargy and laments It is treachery! It is not even wild purity, but a degraded sentiment Layers the skies and artefacts that are being carved and destroyed by another Is there an attempt to amuse everyone with some kind of nonsense? Strong curiosity and … Continue reading During Those Times

The Esoteric Fonts

The fonts of the earth are esoteric; a language of a more conscious nature rarely resonates with the commonly spoken ones. Such a language does not clamour for space and has the essential rhythm of the universe. The language of such clarity do not congregate at a place for long; they dissipate into the ephemeral reality. Only keen senses have the ability to read and … Continue reading The Esoteric Fonts

Uneasy Patterns

Vibrant thought cannot merely compress their enthusiasm Through narrowness of an unaesthetic route of literal senselessness Trepidation while following the naivety of those strewn characterisation Masks, masked, and unmasked; stony glares from paradise lost Merriment of masquerading while advancing to besmirch the emotions Strangulating the last garden where philosophies could have blossomed What unfolds from misunderstanding their nature is ghastly At the backdrop of sleazy … Continue reading Uneasy Patterns

The Hum

Unfluctuating hum drowns most of the conflicting decibels Sparse narratives make a splash into the usual ripples Anguished ears pick up the waves, but seek unfettered sounds As the drama unfolds, there is an unexplainable silence Before deliverance from an unmeaningful communiqué An unknown sailor oars the narratives through safe channels Birds perched on the unreachable boughs monitor the change Probably, the keen eyes visions … Continue reading The Hum

The Passion for Writing

The only cure for writing is to write even more; there isn’t any distraction that is persistent and bold enough to pull away from this journey. It’s not the temptations of words, but a strong persuasion of the heart to translate the secret conversations. They need to be there; rest on the blank pages and cushion their restlessness. For a while, everything feels insipid, colourless, … Continue reading The Passion for Writing