The Opinionated Truth

Everything we hear is an opinion, not a fact. Everything we see is a perspective, not the truth. -Marcus Aurelius When there are immense possibilities much beyond our ability to comprehend the truth of this existence, there are also greater chances of being mislead with false perceptions that have been etched deeply in the psyche of every age of existence. Just when we think that … Continue reading The Opinionated Truth

Missing Metaphors

Who owns time, take the responsibility of winding them, set them right, straightening time, or looping it around another epoch Only if that would be enough to take the conversations to a different direction, as if cosmic time giving a pulsating push to the consciousness Sullied gardens, ruined paths, detrimental languages and evaporating water-bodies, thirsty souls taking dangerous detours The Sun shines, but it’s fury … Continue reading Missing Metaphors

Unfriendly Time

Time never warned of its intentions, but the moods have changed drastically like a nightmarish dream. The terse mannerism, the current candor, has been an awakening for the routinely busy world.Can anyone question a dream conceived by the Universe at a time that has been beyond the consciousness of the deleterious environment? Nothing feels intimate anymore; the embrace of the seasons is melancholic, as if … Continue reading Unfriendly Time

Feeble Images

Not the diminishing darkness Persistent shades of it’s rusty feelings stays Avows its decisions to smear the brightness Day starts with a sense of feebleness Dreams intruded the sleep with grim images Where every event pulls you down The fierceness of the visions Periodic paralysis of the vibrant thoughts Hopes flailing against the deluge Time behaves like quicksand There’s no way one can flee the … Continue reading Feeble Images

Divergence

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

Reflections of Isolated Thoughts

Everything is being pulled back with a taut wire; held in position and reflects a stifled look. Yes, suddenly all the objects have become us, sharing space, the woes, the desperation, broken dreams, setback, frustrations. How does it feel to stare at the objects, oppressed by their lifeless stare? There may be questions too, as some of our behavioural traits are embedded in them by … Continue reading Reflections of Isolated Thoughts

How It Unfolds

Make them so weak, they become extremely violent! Most of the opinions are unjustifiable, and actions take place after the consent from suspicious sources. Surviving on the spurious thoughts is not a dream anymore; an existential norm. The impunity with which misdirected minds are attracted to fatal thoughts unsettles the individual, as well as, the entire ecosystem of existence. Once a doubtful entrant, the expanding … Continue reading How It Unfolds

Observing from a Distance

Someone who is essentially tired of the thoughts that float around has to decide on staying back. Allowing them to flow otherwise, because there is no mechanism to create a colossal obstruction to stop their progress. The only and possible thing is to withdraw the mind from the tremendous flow and devastating undercurrent. It is intriguing that such incessant flow of regressive thoughts are not … Continue reading Observing from a Distance

Without Introspection

More than the inability to introspect, it is also the misapprehensions and misconceptions surrounding this experience that effectively keeps away an individual from initiating the experience. Yes, it is an experience, a sole journey of myriad experiences guided by the consciousness. There is a strong chance of being delusional at the onset of this journey because so many falsehoods already occupy the crevices of the … Continue reading Without Introspection