Courageous Misdirection

The courageous conformity, voluminous misconceptions run after them, like a lasso trying to control the game Either everyone adheres or coerced into a twist where thoughts take a convoluted shape The audacious performances of fake seriousness, with a sophisticated script dramatically unfolded A misdirection, a vehement push to control the psyche; each and everyone through trained institutions Depreciated thoughts, usually they facilitate the mediocrity to … Continue reading Courageous Misdirection

Through the Window

He was fidgeting with the windows. Although it was morning, he wasn’t sure of welcoming the light. The room was pulsating with uncertain vibes. It was probably because of the kind of dreams he has been experiencing lately. Serene darkness did not make its way towards a simple path but deviated and crowded him with worrying dreams. The paroxysms were becoming intense; it was quite … Continue reading Through the Window

I Cannot Follow the Stories

You speak in haste and voices change tracks without warning My ears are strained while listening to your stories Before my mind can examine, they get entangled with a new theme It irks me that I cannot listen to you in leisure Go away- travel some more, gather some more stories; carry some patience next time As if your tongue is misdirected by the misdirected … Continue reading I Cannot Follow the Stories

In The Rush

While we do not condemn the rush, being pushed around unnecessarily Without permission to speak against the culture of inaccessible freedom There is a feeble definition of freedom that is being painted in a shameless gloss Is there any scope of narrating the desires like the peaceful storyteller Who can reflect on every possible sentiment that human existence could not articulate Much of the emphasis … Continue reading In The Rush

Upon What They Rest

Upon what the paths rest, we know not for sure Always the hurried feet may not heed the undercurrent Sometimes looking behind or looking ahead, way too far Carrying the precariously balanced vessel of worries Time pushes the journey; the skirmishes from resisting time If there was any reality of engaging with a fallacy Cagey eyes vision the world with a hostile intent Seeking a … Continue reading Upon What They Rest

Empty Shore

Everyone abandons the shores in buoyant anticipation The flow seems to have gained a favourable nature It is not contemporary ambivalence, but a current frenzy Shaped by the modernity of those times; it continues Calculations give that immense confidence to surrender Not the waves of forethought, but a vague estimation Also, the boredom of staying in the cocoon of tranquillity Some unseen hands push life … Continue reading Empty Shore