There are not enough pleasant ways to look at things Among the disorderly objects- once objects of desire Greedily produced, without the order of love and consciousness Obliquus visions, the reasons seem to descend with frolick Fear thrown into the chaos for them to battle insanely Like intruders, they destroy the dreams and nights become sinister It’s a commitment to pleasure the devil- their calamitous … Continue reading Is There a Way?
Of all that has disappeared, who will speak for them At this hour, when days are erroneously amplified Offered as an unwanted gift, intruding the morning The Sun speaks rather harshly, setting the tone Scorching emotions ignite the latent intolerance Amongst all, the eyes have witnessed ghastly images Vanishing pools reflect the pernicious realities Trickles of hope, somewhere settled deeper Nights give them hope, they … Continue reading Disappearing
Since you were not eager to be awake at the crucial hour Time flowed like the lonely brook, changing its course Trough some rough terrains and cramped spaces Proof that Earth has been under immense pressure Suffering from a kind of malady, making it pallor You, wrapped in a mistaken identity, a snug fit I have been a smudged silhouette- flowing away with the brook … Continue reading Forces of Time
Waiting for something, the eyes are wide open Slumberous souls entangled in a wily web of time For a few moments the first light looks pleasant Insurmountable losses flow like coarse grains of sand Adjusting to the new language, a kind of consolation Emotions jostle there, deep in the soul, repentantly Nothing more to gather around the grave ditches Faint borders, but steely resolve of … Continue reading Helplessness
It must have stung, but the skin has been unresponsive for a while Determining the emotions in the dark; a tiring work, disrupting the schedule Impatience has hastened the confrontations with a world upturned The shadows have been persistent, like the puppetry of unseen hands Dilemma is now an intense divide- two characters accusing the reflections Waking up to exist in a life that pulsates … Continue reading Divergence
When you say goodbye to the day. reluctantly. after a sigh and a glance Through the corners of the tired eyes, so wary of the unworthy images Garishly painted over the incongruous objects, the homes sigh alone Towering through the rarefied environment while spaces shrink here Either taken away to be designed in a restrictive plan or hidden from view Of the rightful people, who … Continue reading Pain of Today and Tomorrow
A fragile night collapses during the numbing silence Moments are erased from the memory Time slackens its hold over the submerged world Laboured breaths curse the slow progress of life Once it was a free world, now the emotions are confined Experimentation with the artificial truth Natural beings are eager to synthesise random patterns Ecstasy, untruths are delusional drugs Insincere remedies, unhealed souls, more suffering … Continue reading Still Exists
Disillusioned by the illusions that cannot be befriended Being upset is not an unique feeling, but feelings differ Seldom, there is enough space to sort out the differences Adjusting to the discomfort and preparing an antidote Missing ingredients of the Universe one can never possess Weakening knowledge branches out into feeble arms Getting accustomed to the urgency of random chances Not that they promise anything, … Continue reading From Disillusionment
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
