A Storm

No one to quieten the storm Restriction on imagining a form Assure the dreams of a tomorrow Plans etched out for deeper sorrow Of peaceful dreams in pure sleep Only broken promises to keep Little fire kindled once now dwindle The darkness out there swindle Attached to the fibrous reality Deluged by a fast-paced calamity On Earth exists incessant rage Truth trapped in a demonic … Continue reading A Storm

Let’s Go Back

Now the days are slower, you often drift towards a comfortable past Discuss it often, with overlapping memories, and repetitions It feels good not to hear about the present for sometime Travelling leisurely, without taking permission from the daily routine Skipping the time table and ignoring the calendar blocks For once, not reprimanded for being late, because there is nowhere to go Life paused for … Continue reading Let’s Go Back

How it Starts

A morning diluted with an extra dosage of bitterness Its fate is decided by the incidents that a world experiences Throughout the night, of relentless pain on humanity Honey, for extra sweetness, crystallised and quite stubborn What yields of nature, of which humans too, have done? The weather, the patterns of cynical transformations Roots deprived of nutrition and the soil of ancient toil News knocks … Continue reading How it Starts

What are the Chances

Are they really breathing or rehearsed replies to the prodding of time? It is not the fairy tales, but the real struggles that are contemplating a language Not fair that the restricted expressions often are breathing artificially Time is debatable, but the dilemma weighs more on the mind Truth is being replicated and forced to rehearse the contemporary deductions Their reduced effectiveness and incoherent explanations … Continue reading What are the Chances

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

If That’s Right

When there is no more freedom to be right Only possible visuals for the eyes are disguised in madness Staring at the unchanging destiny- time shrinks and crumble Only there is some feeble murmur of hopelessness Destiny pledges to the feelings that torment the being Lands tightened by resistance and indiscriminate pillage Age seems to wear off and become feeble before time Thoughts are sharpened … Continue reading If That’s Right

Roots of Dreams

Frazzled dreams fall through the wily chaos Extracted easily; the fragile roots, with subtle remainder of hope Traces of survival clings to them- the fear of being placed in insecurity Of an unconnected fear grips the reality The precariousness is real What about those dreams and their inability to understand their language? The friendly gestures aren’t translated well Imposed constraints of the enemies form a … Continue reading Roots of Dreams

The Jar

All the dreams that rest in a fragile jar Difficulty reaching through the constricted neck Soft night light adds a lustrous mystery Misery reflects in such aggrandized manner Natal thoughts remain in view, yet, unobtainable It could shatter any moment Releasing the dreams that have been captive Only delicate wings are enough For taking them to their destination But the fragile jar lay there in … Continue reading The Jar

To Experience Life

The irresolute emotions breathing in self-seeking desires Loses the vision of a wonderfully expanding world, ready to embrace life and mediate between the upheavals There are lesser chances of escaping the conundrum of woes while desperately looking at the image sculpted from delusional eyes The silhouettes cannot walk around the empire of light without feeling the nakedness From the fetal position to many wanderings with … Continue reading To Experience Life