Some pauses are so enriching; beyond the idleness that a soul can perceive It is not about stillness, but the subtle activities behind the thick veil of silence The awakening is like the aromatic winds from some blessed land that exists In the distant dreams of pious souls who meditate on the universe’s consciousness New meanings emerge, the purpose of pauses, that can eliminate the … Continue reading In the Pauses
If the intensity of this universe is conspired to be neutralized Its radiance being eclipsed deliberately and passion abhorred Why fear its ferocity when you face uncouth repercussions? No! Nature’s revolt is not filthy; it is the diatribe and its abuse There is a lurking fear that truth will overpower this existence Passionate love will energize the heart with a cosmic glow The vulgar embrace … Continue reading Feeble Intensity
What strikes the morning sky and ignites it The laments of the might before, or, freedom of light Kind of a lazy startle at the new awakening It takes patience to bid goodbye to sleep When dreams metamorphose from lament to hope An unwilling heart becomes an obstinate optimist To find the rhythm that’s authentic Only the heart knows, but the soul speaks too Eyes … Continue reading Following the Light
How far one has to go before they cannot touch anything Even the soul will be distant from the body that floats somewhere else Without desires and lifelessness, away from the grip of time No one will whisper about finding yourself – the mythical space we create Or discriminate between the body and soul Now there is no dwelling and exposed to the nature of … Continue reading Far Away
The lure of simplicity, when time is lulled into a deep slumber Oh, the feeling of freshness and greatness of universe to reveal its splendour Fortunate eyes, blessed soul, and bosom full of happy feelings No platitudes and prejudices; only pure realisation of a dream forgotten Somewhere, in disdain, triviality, and disregard for the love of simple emotions While raving about the garrulousness and meekness … Continue reading Simple Journey
Predatory words took away the best emotions During some unfanciful moments that allowed them in The sanctified world of a soul’s reverie Malicious eyes already put them in a vile hypnotic state Abandoned reasons along the way Losing faith in the emotions that nurtured the heart In troubled times, when the world becomes uncaring Cajoled by the ferocity; masked in some otherworldly charm Misguiding the … Continue reading Fate of Emotions
The struggles are not spontaneous Emerges from the lifeless abyss cloaked in lament The face and tongue lie with the expressions and speech Frowning at the beauty of a verdant land Eyes despair at the images that are being created From a world of distress, the views are blurry and askew Sunken words chronicle misery of being in a predicament Wasteland storms add to the … Continue reading The Struggles and Seeking
Deep leap into an unknown garden If it did not exist or reflect from the comforting realm Eyes would not have fallen for immaculate images Either reality is created or dreamt of in haste In that haste, one cannot taste the pristineness Aromatic welcome to a sense of deep tranquil Imagine honey flowing endlessly like redolent rivulets Lips wish to taste from the unrushed life … Continue reading Unknown Garden
Sharing the feeling with a dark room enveloped in Erebus’s emotions Darkness pacified the Sun before flowing through the eternal space The transmigration, witnessed through the Oracle’s crystal ball There are no crowded passions but arises the beacon from a desirous heart Speaking to the stars to favour the events that brighten the soul This pathless journey starts mildly, with trepidations, now becomes wild Now … Continue reading As Darkness Descends
Can whispers nurse the distressed ears? Hoping for a more sympathetic correspondence with life They may not be confessions and complaints But a little chatter of the heart would compensate It may be meagre, but the caring times is precious It is not human selfishness to walk away somewhere far Sometimes distances are useful teachers Only the desire for whispers and some calming moment It … Continue reading Time Whispers
