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

Such Thoughts become a Burden

When thoughts have a certain flavour And it is unagreeable to the fine tongue, it becomes difficult speaking them with flair; for those who wish to hear it may disappear. Leaving you with those thoughts, unsavoury, but you have to deal with the effects; the unconvincing taste lingers irritatingly. Once, the truth appeared distant and snobbish; the type of sentiment surrounding it proved to be … Continue reading Such Thoughts become a Burden

A Diabolical Environment

As you stir the submissive surface of a volatile environment, the entire nature around you transforms into something sinister. Mysterious casks parade through the abysses; bloated in the middle with some otherworldly fluid. Someone may have ordered them to jog across this ground without spilling and soiling an immaculate place. The eerieness of this environment overpowers the senses. Once in here, there is little chance … Continue reading A Diabolical Environment

Knowing Still

Holding on to that spirit still Difficult farewell during the Light spill Bequeathed solemn time stare Wishing to know whether I care Primaeval events reappear magically Narrating the time to come, candidly Eyes cannot see the stretch of bygone All that is true is the new dawn Passive contemplations of life The profoundness of silence is still rife What the soul’s will holds Emerges slowly … Continue reading Knowing Still

Before Retiring

Eyes want to rake in the wintry feel before retiring  Before sleep changes the course of flow through reeling darkness Declining the entry after the windows and doors are shut The advances of declining perspectives stop at the stairs Faint knocks of phantom times that emerge from condensing melancholy Through endless highways, they rush towards a colossal attraction All the fashionable words would quieten as … Continue reading Before Retiring

Delayed End

That imaginary abode being saved from the intruders Who are they? Their identity may have stirred from surreptitious thoughts Tranquil pleasure rebuked by those steely gazes  Nature of anxious moments feel ominous to the heart There’s no cure of the fallacies, as the book of Nature was ransacked Feeble abode barely stands now, rickety windows and doors squabble Entwined with the fate of darkness, time … Continue reading Delayed End

Towards Unsure Future

All the moderations could not balance nature well Lengthy discussions, abrupt decisions, pushed it towards a bias Inclination towards the other side of a mindless pursuit Thought to be careful leanings or unseen coercion  Perceived to be a rebellion, but it is a subliminal decision of panic Inhabitants tear away the dwellings who seek freedom There is no chance to return to that place to … Continue reading Towards Unsure Future

The Hostile Climate

Even the most prolific ones feel they should have said more! The silent repentance, the fumbling for words affects them too. What an affliction! There are times that coil up uncomfortably around the emotions and rarely allows them to articulate freely. It feels like desertification! Suddenly, the barren and harsh moments wither the emotions prematurely. The aperture of the eyes gives a silent treatment to … Continue reading The Hostile Climate