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
Who plays behind the masks, betrays the guesses Abundant reasons to convince the well-meaning heart Swabbing the patience away- exposing unfortunate truths Content with weeping and looking at life’s melancholic hues Shall be convinced, but the discontented feeling stays For whom shall you feel, listen, and care about the next day Only you will be there listening to a voice sane… it’s painful Those who … Continue reading What Plays Behind
Staring at the clock with feigned seriousness You have already decided on the reality Thorough planning to create more disorderliness It is offending to witness the ascending pain Wrong analogies spoil the stories The distorted clocks are a reminder Growing insanity, while being clueless about time Keeping track of life like a stalker Spiral of lies are commonly occurring motifs Your senses are befooled The … Continue reading Impractical Reasons
The thoughts that are led across a difficult path Waiting for darkness to descend, for lights expose Those deeds of rapscallions to spin a sinister deal Wrapped in a suspiciously garish disguise of lies Handed down to propagate a dishonourable theory A curse that has sunk deeper and flows effortlessly Dragged along difficulties in rushed fascination A heart leaps out of reasons- a known betrayal … Continue reading Down That Difficult Path
Sometimes time is like an emollient Sometimes it is like a furious knife The places are blotchy from harsh lights Weather is not fair either; clingy mess Curious, jealous, and highly corrosive One has to endure that too Heart feels like a guilty tenant Not able to pay the rent with feelings That can ameliorate some of the pain Life feels stuck like a crude … Continue reading Of being Stuck Somewhere
The withdrawing sources, the dead arteries Lifeless- the stranded winds chatter helplessly Perspiring foreheads wipe off the destiny Life’s sudden bend towards an unknown existence Dissipating energies; wasted in arguments This sudden halt leads to an uncanny future So sure, so bold, so arrogant, so sure of everything Challenging the world, even the existence of life Seeds of rage now devour the vibrancy Smudged colours- … Continue reading The Dry Phase
While you look away and sincerely hope to glance one more time Without engaging the eyes, or the complexities of an intense gaze That can convey so many things and delay the departure Yet, wishing for a decent farewell without the fancy words that were thought of in recess But reflections do not stay on the surface; they deliberate and change the course During that … Continue reading Look of Goodbye
The unseen fear without realising the ghastly consequences All avenues lead the thronging consciousness towards that dilemma Guilty of not joining the commotion? Everything could be wrong if the coercion was unheeded and silence preferred Desires that are passioned like the majestic bull For carnage and mayhem that will follow across the unrepentant annihilation Fear spawns the devilish acts that slay indiscriminately; macabre deeds There … Continue reading Consequences of Fear- The Invisible and Visible
As if the Moon decided to not speak with the stars Sullen moments ripple the uneasy tranquility The wide-open windows and doors lean against sulking walls Clouds offend the eternal love moments Settled in a chair which has witnessed many such nostalgic moments The body cowers each time the heart sends some message Damp light, empty glass, incomplete feelings, bland food Many voices use this … Continue reading The Reflections
It’s time to talk to time about its increasing tardiness, Cannot overlook the concept of fleeting moments- Since they do not spare life from the tumultouos events, Like stubborn crabs, they hold on to the heart in an agonizing way. Counting time on the fingers has imprinted grief instead of lines; Water sickens the skin but still won’t wash them away. Woeful clouds and stink … Continue reading Sunken Time
