Empty Shore

Everyone abandons the shores in buoyant anticipation The flow seems to have gained a favourable nature It is not contemporary ambivalence, but a current frenzy Shaped by the modernity of those times; it continues Calculations give that immense confidence to surrender Not the waves of forethought, but a vague estimation Also, the boredom of staying in the cocoon of tranquillity Some unseen hands push life … Continue reading Empty Shore

Unearthed

Pinching out from the rotting layers Spreading them across the fragile cloth Fragments of forgotten time between the fingers Bending down for a closer look Is that still a reality which can be compared? Decayed time smells unpleasant Surrendered to the immense pressures of change All those ill-fated clocks have been abandoned The fragile cloth cowers after some time What else could be revealed? Trite … Continue reading Unearthed

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

Feeble Intensity

If the intensity of this universe is conspired to be neutralized Its radiance being eclipsed deliberately and passion abhorred Why fear its ferocity when you face uncouth repercussions? No! Nature’s revolt is not filthy; it is the diatribe and its abuse There is a lurking fear that truth will overpower this existence Passionate love will energize the heart with a cosmic glow The vulgar embrace … Continue reading Feeble Intensity

Unsure Days

Some days are just glances, others stay here to scrutinize Their temperament lasts a little longer- Moods sway between tranquillity and unsettled time Prompted by the duality of a day split into ‘either’ and ‘or’ Silently the oars cut through the little undulations On days like these, the mirrors are also confused The reflections are scattered and multiplied erroneously You never decide the colours on … Continue reading Unsure Days