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

The Contemplations of Silence

It could not have been the gloomiest of days, but its silence was restricting the flow. There were unsettled sentiments waiting to be heard. That was not to be! The figures shifted according to some secret plan and the positions were momentarily filled with trepidation. As if everyone was communicating through that silence. A new way to express deep resentment and unfulfilled desires through a … Continue reading The Contemplations of Silence

Time Still, Yields Surprises

Time is still and silence spills over yesterday’s complaints Indolent life’s moments feel misleadingly tranquil Some borrowed reasons behind the unwelcome thoughts Affectations easy, the scripted perceptions cannot clear the haze Doubts, even more, and the palpitations of yore exposed A burden of imitating the designs questions the consciousness It’s silliness to waste the tears on the burning desires Sometimes the times are excruciatingly hypocritical … Continue reading Time Still, Yields Surprises