The Uncomfortable Questions

What was so terrifying about the empty spaces The apprehensions about someone who never thought like everyone A sudden change of direction was necessary to deviate Why the exaggerations were preferred over the simple explanations Then wrapped in harshness and a language of extreme nature That altered the tongue, not in a favourable manner Why were the verdant areas filled with hot desert sands The … Continue reading The Uncomfortable Questions

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

The Chances and Choices

Although afraid of the destructions, and the demons associated with it It is often we have to face them for those who invoke them during a trance of stupidity For them who are not a part of it, they are initiated into that environment in a devious manner Some cabal working tirelessly to make existence difficult for everyone They seek satisfaction by pushing in their … Continue reading The Chances and Choices

To Nowhere

Are there any happy depths? I ask this when fear and hatred stay strong Hold themselves together There is unity in their desire to destroy When the crowd trembles to speak Stand up to the atrocious demands Doth protest too much against hope Fanatical cries reprise the situations What is this blind faith about? A world with diminishing clarity Violent words are spoken with equanimity … Continue reading To Nowhere

Cannot be Traced

The thoughts may seem to be disconnected from the antecedent Only the language has been carried still, to explain the experiences The reasons can be relevant partially There are no symptoms of thoughtlessness to have occurred When the subconscious train of thought was forced to detach Their residues have been somewhere along the way Numerous impressions along the journey collect them Constitution of thoughts are … Continue reading Cannot be Traced

Obsessed

What is it about too much transparency that is irksome and craved for at the same time How can one hold a dichotomy with steely resilience Trying the best to keep them nearer with a cord Whatever happened to the wisdom to choose with clarity The secret confessions to the obsessions Worlds are colliding and creating dangerous dissenters Reciprocating with banality, rage, and destruction Why … Continue reading Obsessed

The Interruptions

There are many interruptions between the source and empty spaces Lengthy detours across strange sentiments Finally lands vaguely, uninspired, and without an invitation For that time has long gone and their relevance is diminished Time is heavy on the restructuring of the faults and anomalies Advanced steps on the sacred territories are disastrous Not guided by the right stars, and words reflect that confusion Possessed … Continue reading The Interruptions

Dull Narrative

How fascinating the day would have been if there were no untruths Dreams could have pursued the golden hues and chased eternity Time has pranked us into believing the entire narrative of subservience Our will imposed on nature too, and the yield lacks the aroma of the wild Inherent will has been altered by the malevolent instructions Compelled to believe in the limitations, weaknesses, and … Continue reading Dull Narrative