Quietest Moments

  If not for the quietest moments The words would have escaped Surreptitious knocks on consciousness An unaware soul dreaming of missed opportunities Trying to kindle the pallor flame The world painted gloomily in mundane hues Staying away is not an escape Many perceptions create a hurdle Welcoming the words gracefully Inspiring the ink to flow with unbridled energy Silence is a guide and a … Continue reading Quietest Moments

Disturbing Silence

People have been silent for a while Tired from the incessant troubles Only sighs and wailing can be heard Shattering the deceitful silence Children do not dream of the future Puzzled with the grown-up woes Holding their hands during upheavals Here, for what the portent time brings At the doorstep of fragile minds Now, out in the open, a daunting sky Surrounded by fear, inauspicious … Continue reading Disturbing Silence

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

Ambiguity

Darkness isn’t enough to hide the misdeeds anymore Light has become feebler, compromised… nothing is sacrosanct Touching the most intimate thoughts imprudently Hope has a harrowing definition… defeat is not appalling Befriending the enemies, chasing away the benevolent ones Nature’s become scarily silent in the morning Love has lost that passion… hearts flee because of comparisons Trying to cope with these unnatural changes Doubt has … Continue reading Ambiguity

Your Questions

As there are no plausible replies to the genuine queries Timeless ardour has settled elsewhere; there are only voids Indiscernible time wearies the nobility- only empty promises Initially, there are no guilty feelings, only euphoric desires Somewhere, deep down, there are docile pleasures Pretentious communications fail to convince the soul There is nothing to be bewildered anymore… only usual worries Unanswered questions, incarcerated heart, and … Continue reading Your Questions

What Happens

The walls isolate the precious feelings from being maligned Sometimes, it is peaceful staring at the blank walls… time plays no role A stubborn clock makes some feeble noise- but I am a failed timekeeper I insist the silence stay a little longer; before noises smear the moment What do I embrace during these endless contemplations? Some new thoughts troubled by the past… yesterday’s indifferences … Continue reading What Happens

Into the Night

When nights aren’t dizzy because of the unreal silence Oppressed days give a new meaning to life… not a pleasant one Believing that we can outrun the natural occurrences Wearisome communications lessen the interest in the stories It is a perpetual descent from an exalted position Comforting with the delusional facts, and falling into a delirium Vague understanding- all that leads to the forbidden Worrisome … Continue reading Into the Night

Dispel the Darkness

Lights have been long gone Glitches of time or modernity struck by lightning Complete darkness; an evening flinches Used to flashiness and bytes of noisy media Candles that have been forgotten Kept away in a dark corner- just a fancy buying Now, it becomes essential To rush towards that nondescript place Nervous fingers tackle the forgotten items Once lit, they seem magical; medieval too It … Continue reading Dispel the Darkness

Muted, But Heard Everywhere

A silence of shame, on being confronted by the truth Guilt measured in a muted breath Murmurs give away a disarrayed narrative So many words have been stolen and placed erroneously To structure definitions conveniently Allaying failures with lies- diagnosing some fatal maladies Of which there are no remedies, but more woes In silence, there is complicity too Most of what life could have gathered … Continue reading Muted, But Heard Everywhere

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