Far Off

I wander off way too far It’s uncomfortable being in the zone Leaving no traces of my steps Not a metaphorical journey A real escape to find freedom It might be in the mind Is not the mind a universe? Leaving footsteps on firm land May not yield that pleasure Whether it is wilderness The most crowded attractions Another universe is less travelled I am … Continue reading Far Off

Too Close to Identify

Do not bow too close to the consciousness that reflects It becomes an odd posture and the eyes cannot determine the dilemma Like falling into another reality and drowning What happens to the other character who forced it on the contemplations It is like an unwilling surrender and aimless floating thereafter Being servile to the chaos that hid so well under the calm surface Some … Continue reading Too Close to Identify

During Idleness The World Wonders

Those who use profanities against idleness Are seriously unaware of the beauty of the thoughtful moments When the world slows dows along with your being There is a rare harmony that gladdens the soul Not being surrounded by the compulsions of a busy world It is a triumph, a daring act, to withdraw Even the day mellows down and the air feels tranquil In an … Continue reading During Idleness The World Wonders

Unabated

The banality of pushing my words between two contradictory sentences For they have metamorphosed to stubborn ideologies Running parallel, creating an intense field of confusion, a fatal chasm It won’t be a willing surrender, but a severe attraction to destroy my ideas What would be their fate clinging to the detrimental narratives? Learning how not to emulate and feeling caged by the platitudes Where feelings … Continue reading Unabated

Upon What They Rest

Upon what the paths rest, we know not for sure Always the hurried feet may not heed the undercurrent Sometimes looking behind or looking ahead, way too far Carrying the precariously balanced vessel of worries Time pushes the journey; the skirmishes from resisting time If there was any reality of engaging with a fallacy Cagey eyes vision the world with a hostile intent Seeking a … Continue reading Upon What They Rest

The Skeptics

It belonged to the skeptics Time had other intentions Somehow it escaped The confines of restricted reflections Eyes couldn’t believe the magic It unfolded the reality ~Amitav Interpreting creativity is subjective, but they merely mention the frail meanings that arise from a hasty conclusion. There is an instinctive skepticism around the creative process as the individual allows the work to speak for themselves. It is … Continue reading The Skeptics