Without the Words

When the words fall off from the mind Only neglect, and heaped with offensive unrest Reverberations of an antithetical tone Hunger of the soul becomes stronger There is no chance of filling the void Underestimating before understanding There is a hurried mindset that races unsafely Critical, clinical, cynical, and controversial A compromise too fatal; one unable to fathom Entire being sobs acerbic tears  Confidence, a … Continue reading Without the Words

Unsettling

Sometimes the quaintness of hell one has to settle for Well disguised, the motives; abducted by the alluring feel Hands of Hades, or the spirit willing to take this course Happens, when the cunning mists obscure the reality World’s fortune transforms into that menacing rapid Slippery and hazy, the life tumbles down helplessly Raised hands signal the heavens; in prayer for rescue Beautiful dreams in … Continue reading Unsettling

The Dryness

Swaddled with meagre feelings Dryness settles between the creases Like stubborn tenants The dwelling feels dehydrated Robbed of all the precious emotions Through the cunningness and deals Broken promises and evil ambitions From youthful scenes to dreariness The stinging winds become lethal Depraved darkness comes along Masked in a monotonous colour Barren patio stares at desolate roads Comparing the promises and reality As life feels … Continue reading The Dryness

Stopped Clocks

The creaks from the cracks, cacophony of creatures of darkness Probably, devouring something after luring them with the seductive light Here, stopped clocks devour time, and silence’s gluttony is quite alarming Pleasures of pain, of human ordeals; grouchy pages consume emotions Words without meanings strung in an alluring way to fashion nakedness Vacuously blithesome, there’s revelry and partying of the wildest nature Stoic clock watches … Continue reading Stopped Clocks

In Haste we Forget

In the banality of busyness, the crisp words melt away without a trace Only some aftertaste of repentance; a morning feels feverish in surrounding cold Willingly becoming an unwilling partner to the race that holds our hands roughly The wrists feel the pain, while the sore feet finds this experience rather tedious Easier leaving compared to the decisions a heart has to make while entering an … Continue reading In Haste we Forget

Sometimes

Thoughts that were perceived to be rouge Convinced by the idiosyncratic views that felt threatened They disintegrated over time Walking away in many directions  Tired of fabricated lies Disengaged and forlorn; exists in anonymity Accumulated dissatisfaction Most of them lost in remote areas of life Barely spoken about  Unwritten anecdotes rarely occupy any space Expunged carelessly Languages so profound never communicate Only hazy realisations Leave some … Continue reading Sometimes

Confines

The door wooden, with sullen look Guarding the insipid dreams and spiritless life Eyes, oblivious to the light that brightens new day Frosted windows reminiscent of repentant breath  Feeble fingers draw patterns to peek at the world When the race has depleted the vitality of life Inspiring negative energy to afflict the aura When it’s always about the ‘I’ but in comparison Loss of identity … Continue reading Confines

Heart Becomes Weary

Heart becomes weary When love becomes a fantasy An imagination born out of deception The heart sways between tow worlds- Chastising the truth and encouraging the lies Such moments of euphoric gratification The world shrinks and becomes an island Surrounded by the strong flowing desires Wrenching the heart of true love, slowly Finally, the heart is weaned away forever On the island of despair Marooned … Continue reading Heart Becomes Weary