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

They Face the Wrath

Clothes were forgotten to the darkness Washed clean of their worries But exposed to the inclement weather Rains thrash them- a lifeless anger Of soaked helplessness; it is nature’s fury Pegs try to control them Weakened by the onslaught Miserable clothes feel it is unreasonable Ironing out differences and crumples is a myth Yet, tasked to warm the frosty soul Woes shrivel- resemble a forlorn … Continue reading They Face the Wrath

Unaltered Reality in Eternity

Held back, somewhere in an untraceable world Widened eyes dream- the landscapes remain unaltered Untended, because it has been forgotten One can roam around as this nature deems appropriate Time differs- dissimilar ways the clocks behave To welcome each day with an unfeeling reality around it Struggles of people who are unaware, but feels different It occurs, sometimes late in the night, like a stern … Continue reading Unaltered Reality in Eternity

What There Is

Mostly that has been gnawed by the ignorance Dull images of barren branches Parched territories still breathe for existence Waiting for a miracle- apprehensions are real Time has been deserted due to the confusion Consciousness dangles precariously The ferocity of the intense wind blunts contours Ages have gone by without remorse There is only stifling narrowness and flailing echoes Scripted chaos turns into an eerie … Continue reading What There Is

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

A Silence Speaks

It is not that quiet after all There is a kind of mysterious silence which is enthusiastic About finding something Thoughts flow like the meandering brook Changing landscapes, different realities Myriad echoes, past truths, and sleeping spirits The past is still relevant Everything surrendered to eternity transforms Even the kind of reality that dawns Birthed at a chosen time, life takes a new meaning The … Continue reading A Silence Speaks

Dull Narrative

How fascinating the day would have been if there were no untruths Dreams could have pursued the golden hues and chased eternity Time has pranked us into believing the entire narrative of subservience Our will imposed on nature too, and the yield lacks the aroma of the wild Inherent will has been altered by the malevolent instructions Compelled to believe in the limitations, weaknesses, and … Continue reading Dull Narrative