Finding Solitude

Solitude feels far better when everything else becomes insignificantYou do not fancy the illusions, the lack od depth, frivolous imaginationsOnly if words had the intensity, to stay, stir your soulThey are forgotten in a while, of whimsical ways without echoesOdd, that sounds are not pure enough to echo, quickly erased by tremors of timeLack of space is an excuse when solitude and silence can be … Continue reading Finding Solitude

Rare Moments of Beauty

Some flowers bud and withers before bloom Never to dream again, withered, before fallen again Drooping branches, sign of resignation of nature Tired enough; no passersby, or even some who could caress the beautyToo much to bear, the early boon given away easilySleep, some souls never dream of waking amidst the untimely interruptionRare notes of beauty and it’s fragrance visits the quietest nightWhen moon settles … Continue reading Rare Moments of Beauty

To Dream Again

Yearning for the soft dreams, milder darkness and brighter starsRest my head again, feels heavy amidst the unnecessary bargainWhen spaces feel uncomfortable and I forget the reality of eternityWhy mornings should feel like an intruder, rays blinding, signs of rageSelfish pursuits that put uncrowned kings on pedestals All gathered here to rush and push, oddities of human natureMinds trapped between perceptions, written tenets, also, skewed … Continue reading To Dream Again

Grim Feelings

Hope cannot sieve itself anymore through clogged screens Stirrings are ominous for those who can feel the subtle affectations Deceitful slumber paralyses the entire rhythm each day Yesterday’s dreams still malign every little sprout of hope Temporary seasons, early beliefs of their ascendancy Busy working through the trials and unsettling challenges Restrained air behaves like an alarming enemy When wings flutter no more and softness … Continue reading Grim Feelings

Disturbing Silence

People have been silent for a while Tired from the incessant troubles Only sighs and wailing can be heard Shattering the deceitful silence Children do not dream of the future Puzzled with the grown-up woes Holding their hands during upheavals Here, for what the portent time brings At the doorstep of fragile minds Now, out in the open, a daunting sky Surrounded by fear, inauspicious … Continue reading Disturbing Silence

The Individual Dreams

The individuality shines brighter amidst anachronistic expectations Rhapsodic dreams in wakeful moments with brilliant visions of life Definitions stare at failures and a strict dilemma of their proposed plans A world ecstatic about mediocrity- alienating the primordial sentiments What kind of dreams can transform into objects of disparity and chaos All that resides within cannot be purged out; this is anti-cathartic Standing alone, enveloped in … Continue reading The Individual Dreams

Time is the Custodian

It takes time building a structure Thinking about an unsure future Something from a void imagined Untrained hands work tirelessly I can only dwell in uncertainty Certainly, it is a complex riddle Some days are spent in idleness Time mocks the lack of inspiration Often, leisure becomes evil A nonconformist’s idea take root Cryptic messages will be chiselled To propitiate the Muse- Calliope, Erato, Melpomene, … Continue reading Time is the Custodian

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

Not Every Day

Early morning, smoky screens, filtered light Indifferent time, but irritates the sanity of life Half-awakened posture, not a masterpiece Is it laziness or perfect apathy towards busyness Difficult to know from a reticent fellow One positive outcome is that voices are mellow Filtered the baloney, but some swearing is heard Still preferable, the laid back  observations They are quite keen, incisive, and critical It’s still … Continue reading Not Every Day

Some Clarity

Some days appear cleaner- washed away by the overnight rain All the debris and worries; human misapprehensions and mistrusts Disappear, as the rains dream of a new beginning It may be gloomier and quieter, but how peaceful in stillness A difficult night washed by Providential rains looks like a child praying Even for a brief moment, the vagaries of humanity feels distant Now the innocent … Continue reading Some Clarity