The Contemplations of Silence

It could not have been the gloomiest of days, but its silence was restricting the flow. There were unsettled sentiments waiting to be heard. That was not to be! The figures shifted according to some secret plan and the positions were momentarily filled with trepidation. As if everyone was communicating through that silence. A new way to express deep resentment and unfulfilled desires through a … Continue reading The Contemplations of Silence

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 Darkness that is Difficult

Waiting for that light to comfort sleep when the night is frighteningly dark. Even the mind cannot dare to imagine a new dream; its solitude drifts towards another reality. A meek passage to escape the expanse of a dark dramatic deluge that threatens to erode the shrinking space. From where the cultic thoughts arose is difficult to trace, but one can never be allowed to … Continue reading The Darkness that is Difficult

Sceptical Morning and Detours

Some mornings are not morning enough! The dichotomy, whether it is in the thoughts or in the perception, splits the character of a morning into two conflicting characters. The characteristic of a man, who has not dreamt well and had ogres visiting them with odd signs, can become tipsy with the potent chaos. Staring at the morning for more than its promised stay will drag … Continue reading Sceptical Morning and Detours

A Diabolical Environment

As you stir the submissive surface of a volatile environment, the entire nature around you transforms into something sinister. Mysterious casks parade through the abysses; bloated in the middle with some otherworldly fluid. Someone may have ordered them to jog across this ground without spilling and soiling an immaculate place. The eerieness of this environment overpowers the senses. Once in here, there is little chance … Continue reading A Diabolical Environment

It is Essential and Important

Creativity is birthed anywhere, within the four walls, in the wilderness, in solitude, in the midst of a crowd, and even in semi-conscious sleep. Now, there are so many destinations and myriad avenues for creativity and all we can come up with few words of lament and tired feelings, that too by isolating the heart and mind from all the wonderful places. The missing dimensions … Continue reading It is Essential and Important

Disquieting Times

Dissatisfaction cannot be confined for too long from the world. The windows may be closed, but those curious ears pressed against them cannot be reprimanded for their behaviour. The stormy eyes perceive the beautiful landscapes and morning sun to be too bright. The pacifying languages are all generalisations. Nostalgia becomes that strong nauseating aroma lingering around the house in a stubborn manner. The walls and … Continue reading Disquieting Times

Forsaken

Let’s be indifferent to art and keep it out in the cold so it can become even more frigid compared to the coldest places known to mankind. Let all the emotions poured till now hibernate in a frosty cocoon. It feels slippery and hostile from extreme frigidness. Walk away, frostbites can be fatal; even the sun feels dreary and uninspired. Assuming the contrasting harsh times … Continue reading Forsaken

If Writing Means Anything

The maturity of a writer reflects in writings which are not imprisoned in self-indulgent thoughts. A writer should have the ability to absorb myriad emotions, and express the same, carefully through the narratives; often, pushing away personal pain to accommodate the feelings of others. A writer can become a friend to all while offering the writings as reliable communication with everyone. It’s often difficult to rise … Continue reading If Writing Means Anything