The Desired Reality

If not the reality we desire, what really we dream of in the obliquely placed world. Debating the real against your reality, eyes reflect on the perplexing patterns. Dealing with a hyperlogical situation, reasons dilute unceremoniously. One can feel in the awry reflections; meaningless arguments and equations. Space is distanced from reality, lives more in the concept of an unreal destiny. ~Amitav Advertisements Continue reading The Desired Reality

Unearthed

Pinching out from the rotting layers Spreading them across the fragile cloth Fragments of forgotten time between the fingers Bending down for a closer look Is that still a reality which can be compared? Decayed time smells unpleasant Surrendered to the immense pressures of change All those ill-fated clocks have been abandoned The fragile cloth cowers after some time What else could be revealed? Trite … Continue reading Unearthed

Early Thoughts

Unhinged dreams meet the morning chorus; the demands to know the answer To a dilemma, a troublesome state of stupor brought upon by the darkness It was yesterday, but continued delirium shamelessly spilt over to this day There is always a constant struggle between personal dreams and collective expectations Happiness from the insanity of a surreal experience has to be kept a secret Art is … Continue reading Early Thoughts

What could the Day offer…

Nothing that the day could offer, but life has to wait outside the door like a weary visitor. Each day forms the accordion and blow out the worthy sentiments with force. Discordant notes fill the air with a vengeance, but one cannot complain; while expected to sing along, reiterate, and glorify them, the rhythm is set at a different level. Pure perfumes are drowned in … Continue reading What could the Day offer…

The Pigments

While checking the papers, there were some extra pigments It was not about glancing through the words, but also reading them with intent Carefully, the other hues appear magically Travelling through another dimension of my existence Here, my reality is, but there, my reality was- the memories retained the colours Feeling exposed! As if the entire world has transformed into a glass orb Bright lights … Continue reading The Pigments

Difficult Morning

Waking up to the frail lights Talking in hushed tones Everything seems sleepy all around A weak day is uninspiring Reluctant to leave the bed Soul’s disinclined to walk along Under the canopy of frailness The stillness is only within Life never pauses but progresses Amidst stale feelings and frailness Somewhere, it must be brighter Compared to this dimension Silence births new consciousness Weak lights … Continue reading Difficult Morning

The Guides

The supposed lines drawn by the guides Are we supposed to stay within that premise? The conversations with them may sound wrong All their abbreviated feelings inadequate Being deliberately cryptic about them When there are roads you can choose to travel Why ask them for directions? Across the lengthy passageways and dark caverns The premise through which you are guided A feeling of dispiritedness creeps … Continue reading The Guides