The Forced Reflections

Some of the reading are laborious indeed! The words are extremely ornamental, crafted by someone else, but awkwardly set in a design that diminish their glorious reflections. It is life going out to fetch some fancy pieces to enthral the reader with some borrowed vanity. First, the eyes feel tired, trying to extract some meaning from them; by then the mind shuts off, and the … Continue reading The Forced Reflections

Let’s Go Back

Now the days are slower, you often drift towards a comfortable past Discuss it often, with overlapping memories, and repetitions It feels good not to hear about the present for sometime Travelling leisurely, without taking permission from the daily routine Skipping the time table and ignoring the calendar blocks For once, not reprimanded for being late, because there is nowhere to go Life paused for … Continue reading Let’s Go Back

Unreliable Words

The words are not safe anymore Looks fragile; the ink dries hurriedly Smudged, and sometimes crumbly Tossed away casually towards edges Pages reveal the unfeeling lines Even before time can consume feelings Stories are forgotten- vulnerable Inability to narrate the feelings Could not have emerged naturally From struggles of daily confabulations Comparisons and ersatz versions Of many cultural upheavals The pages will not be cleaner … Continue reading Unreliable Words

Not Much To Listen

It is not much I can gather during that curtailed moment From second-hand narrations, grudgingly trying to sound sane Listless days… the mornings wake up with a gloominess Lengthening the night’s mood to influence the day Opinions that are unverified, walk in, through concealed doors Non-literary glorifications across those tired pages Voices read dispassionately- only the alphabets matter Vacuous emotions sound too haughty to disguise … Continue reading Not Much To Listen

Those Stories

Arcane meanings prepare the chapter of life A lot of mystery surrounds them… of naysayers’ efforts Weaving an alternative tale, a new vocabulary Chronicles that are invalidated by the other world Simply trying to narrate ambiguous stories to naive listeners Tales of suspicious heroism, the rise and fall of individuals Who can corroborate them… time erases consciousness What about those meanings, the signs, untold narratives … Continue reading Those Stories

Not Much To Read

Incommunicable conversations are being presented daily. Reams of paper wasted on the storytelling process that leads nowhere. It all gathers somewhere, crowded, and claustrophobically settled there, in a space designated for them. Experiences are commonly perceived through a similar vision. A little difference here and there according to the changing milieu. Uttered prematurely, the stories lose significance and body of feelings. It is difficult identifying … Continue reading Not Much To Read

How It Proceeds

Days do not breathe anymore Swaying with gloomy feelings Shaping the mood of humanity Piteously watching the changes Once, beauty was promised Now, only the offensive screams Emanating from the sullied spaces Fewer communications these days Rushing towards delusional dreams Scoffing at the idea of patience As much feeble consciousness feels Unfairly the days have been treated Punished for the unworthy dalliance Raconteurs have been … Continue reading How It Proceeds

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