Mysterious Journey

It is true that dreams can unfold some mysterious events An unknown environment has people telling their story Like a cinema which has different characters Dreams become that big-screen where the stories will be shown They may not be audible but the passion says more than words Sometimes, it is an enigma, why such lengthy dreams appear Before the anonymous eyes; of which the mind … Continue reading Mysterious Journey

The Pull

Sleep takes me to another dimension of time I may choose not to fall asleep and talk to the night in gibberish The pull is quite intense Sometimes sleep come with a sinister feeling Whoever pulls the strings and eventually dominates the mind The strong resolve dissolves in the deepest ocean of sleep Night transforms into someone who watches over with powerful eyes I try … Continue reading The Pull

Unable to Determine

Our imaginations wish to believe in the beautiful manifestation of nature Dreamers, idlers, and innocent vagabonds always think of being there When communications fail and conscience dictates in a firm language Revolting time shuts down the consciousness too Another reality makes an appearance, but the mirrors are unable to reflect It can be a depressing revelation We are perpetually frozen in an antithetical dream All … Continue reading Unable to Determine

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

False Alarm

False alarm during the darkest time of the night Dreams fluttered like the caged birds waiting to freed Such anomalies strike at the soul of the consciousness Drowsy visions scan the room like a traveller lost Trudging through the endless swirls of irregular paths Is that really you? A sudden curiosity creeps in The voice does not speak the usual language Loud cries of the … Continue reading False Alarm

Between Reflections

Walled by the mirrors Reflections hate each other Tediousness creeps in Feelings claustrophobic Due to lack of air Freshness of variety Eyes feel dull Absorbing the images Oh! They are shrewd Won’t allow anyone To interpret- Except for those reflections Carefully attired By the same ideologies One addiction is enough They speak too much A comforting language Of self-praise and hatred Depending on the temper … Continue reading Between Reflections

If They are not Translated

In the absence of translations, would you be eager to ponder On those lines that stare at you in a different language Their emotions may be similar to yours; do not misconstrue the cadence When nothingness surrounds you and implores to listen to the truth Someone trying to reach you through with personal yearnings Do not dismiss the lines to be silent ones; they have … Continue reading If They are not Translated

It’s the Darkness

Some darknesses are friendly, some are not, others curious, or maybe not; often they are responsible for not recognising the time and the faces around. Darkness can be mysterious, nebulous, and intriguing too. Sometimes, one adopts the mood, not out of choice, but compulsion; the coercion of such darknesses is inevitable. Darkness is magical; it finds its way with clarity, to be at the right … Continue reading It’s the Darkness