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
The morning does look neat after a harrowing night Of growling and shrieks, the menacing threats of the skies Rage plunders the frenetic dreams, and one can hide deeper When the bed feels unwelcoming to the panicking mind Now, there are no traces of those demonic warnings Time transformed the entire reality while the world churned Slice of sunlight peek through the beaten window Peels … Continue reading On a Faint Fresh Morning
“Once upon a time…” Stories rarely begin this way now Memories fade Storytelling has transformed, losing it’s art, the passion, because time is fickle There aren’t any storytellers, the crowds gathered elsewhere Stories will live, somehow, may be in our soul Till it weighs us down Tired and bored, we may rest again, find the connection Stories will have soul once again A storyteller’s pride, … Continue reading Tell Me A Story
We can harm stones too Stony paths traversed Carrying the feelings like a misshapen rock Jagged edges bleeding the soul We could have been cured The prevailing melancholia transforming into poison Heartless now, in the midst of a desert Fine granules of time hurt the eyes Parched souls favor the deepening loveless life Hurtling themselves towards a chasm Working out the Karma The pestilence of … Continue reading Harm Less
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?
Fireflies die, darkness is more stark Yet, shrouded in timeless mystery Swirls of dreams take refuge in vanishing luminescence Savage clouds throw tantrums, lightning warnings It feels that midnight will be delayed At the cusp of strange anomalies Malefic times etch random patterns Like signs of an imminent cataclysm Droplets settle on anxious somnolent life On their way, the forceful downpour ~Amitav Continue reading Downpour