Enfeebled

No one can be compelled to interpret the meanings Sometimes, there are none, only beautifully crafted Lengthy composition with a hint of elitist utterances Plucked from the esoteric world, dampened with gloom A strange attraction, splashes of unfathomable ink Of whose composition and chemical nature is unknown Toxic, from the dormant days, it spoils the fragile pages Conquering feelings that are precious, with a venom … Continue reading Enfeebled

Misdirected

Looking in the wrong direction Some mysterious events are distracting Considering you are inattentive Even naive; the reality was not a good tutor Like an early arrival A new destination for an uninitiated traveller Who wished to move around Untrained eyes always look elsewhere Unsolved riddles become trickier Restless soul plans to leave Without planning for the next journey Carrying a troublesome fortune ~Amitav Continue reading Misdirected

Haiku- Tabeenah Anjum

Today, I am glad to share a wonderful Haiku composed by Tabeenah Anjum, a Journalist, a Photographer (Visual Storyteller), a poet, and a storyteller. She also conducts VisualStorytelling workshops at various prestigious Institutes across India and guides the students. Here is the Haiku penned by her, “In unstirred tea, spring sun outlines, traveller’s face ” -Tabeenah Anjum Here is the link to the original tweet Continue reading Haiku- Tabeenah Anjum

Entangled

Caught between the true reflections and illusions There is a danger in adjusting the perceptions According to the crafty mirrors creating apparitions Life settles between the wrinkles- reminiscing quietly Toiling away during unearthly hours; till the last breath Tricks the clocks to move toward an unsure reality Of all the abysses, the one of fearful nothingness is perilous Unaware of what life will be beyond … Continue reading Entangled

Vanishing Silence

No one is attracted to the silence Honouring it cannot be expected here Grace exists only in the words? Primordial feelings breathe no more There is a danger of time slipping away Into a timeless reality Counting time is a futile effort Eyes bound by the obedient reality Believing any untruths being mirrored Suffocated by the mighty crowd Trying to decipher the reflections A world … Continue reading Vanishing Silence

Ignoring The Relevance

Do we ignore life so much that the truth in writings feels uninteresting? Sometimes a piece of writing has to be hollowed out and filled with mundanity to appeal to the taste- as acquired over a period of time. It could be that life feels so burdened with everyday repetitiveness. Yes, mostly the routine, the lifecycle of thought, and the remnants of consequences stay longer … Continue reading Ignoring The Relevance

Toiling

Time slows down and toils enough to gain freedom from the huddle Curbed thoughts fastened to train of thoughts that are inappropriate Feeble readings from the fatigued pages recite a laborious composition Wilted words crushed by the huddled feet trample them to dust Oh the passionate one feels the urge to break away from crowded places Ward off the ill-effects of inclement times and ride away … Continue reading Toiling

Between Reflection

You and your reflection part ways unknowingly Faint and eccentric, it plays with the emotions of light and dark Is that where fables are born?  From the dichotomy of characters facing each other and antagonising  When predetermined answer is an arrogant ‘NO’ The feeling of losing a part of the self over the dilemma is a splitting image Fear transforms into agony, and in turn, … Continue reading Between Reflection

If there is Silence

For hours, when I hear myself keenly, even silence does not wish to interrupt with more luxury, but such an instance takes one closer to eternity.It is not merely rest, but the appearance of saneness from the surrounding disruptions. It is a luxury indeed to immerse into the ethereal tranquility of darkness. This richness of solitude sedates the distractions of masked faces. It is time … Continue reading If there is Silence