When The Dreams Leave

While dreaming, I turn away from the earlier ones, feeling saturated and satiated with those experiences. Not that they have been fulfilling! Chances have been squandered for fear of alienating the others. There’s always a feeling of comparison that works against each other. I do not enjoy comparing their uniqueness, but the consciousness rushes in to group them and create an identity to place them … Continue reading When The Dreams Leave

The Waves

The absurd waves have been screaming from far Now they surge ahead and threaten the tranquillity Doors have been closed and rooms erased of dreams Outdoors is home now, during inclement times No walls and divisions, but peace can be evasive Earlier, tight spaces restricted the freedom of time Absurdity compelled the world to feel smaller Where dreams would be contained in small sections There … Continue reading The Waves

The Hues

The colours may have been misinterpreted Their expressions replicated without a soul Whatever it thinks of being the radiant faces One who chose the colourings before dawn Night has different hues to be painted with True masterpieces and extremely kind Brushes benevolently applying the colours Caresses of an artistic kind across the canvas Bouquets of offerings and celebrations Open your eyes and view an engrossed … Continue reading The Hues

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

Time Cannot

Time cannot be translated, but the words can speak of the philosophy The relevance of the pages are weighed by the gravity of those sentiments It is not fate, but closer to the experiences that time can initiate any moment Always relevant- sometimes praiseworthy, while most of the time reproached Figurative djinns perhaps are repeating the magical words across the world Sometimes, the current of … Continue reading Time Cannot