Time sacrifices itself when demanded by the hungry churnings of change Moments of relevance, premature thoughts do not have the chance to bloom Some of them escape the undercurrent and emerging threats Calling of the eternal seas transform time into a threatening force Darkness accumulates between the realms of secret worlds; they rise to swallow The illusions of time, and the world of thoughts that … Continue reading Time Decides
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
Everyone abandons the shores in buoyant anticipation The flow seems to have gained a favourable nature It is not contemporary ambivalence, but a current frenzy Shaped by the modernity of those times; it continues Calculations give that immense confidence to surrender Not the waves of forethought, but a vague estimation Also, the boredom of staying in the cocoon of tranquillity Some unseen hands push life … Continue reading Empty Shore
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
Pinching out from the rotting layers Spreading them across the fragile cloth Fragments of forgotten time between the fingers Bending down for a closer look Is that still a reality which can be compared? Decayed time smells unpleasant Surrendered to the immense pressures of change All those ill-fated clocks have been abandoned The fragile cloth cowers after some time What else could be revealed? Trite … Continue reading Unearthed
Whispering words Tired words Struggling words Uncanny words Tragic words Condemning words Redacted words Where in the word is any space left for curing it? Diminishing chances, fading hope Scope to build on hubris Yes, accumulating debris The glitch in the minds Trying to overpower the space Constellations to be rewritten Fate repositioned Again, the words are not enough But the free will to desecrate … Continue reading Rogue Words
A dreadful dream of everything bowing due to intense pressure A grim desire to be in a pride posture and look scornfully The dishevelled reality will be pulled away and folded Discarded somewhere in a dilapidated structure- a reminder of past conflicts Yes, the clocks are too tired to move ahead at a frantic pace The feeble tick-tock announces the dreary moments One by one, … Continue reading Bowing Down
Waiting for that light to comfort sleep when the night is frighteningly dark. Even the mind cannot dare to imagine a new dream; its solitude drifts towards another reality. A meek passage to escape the expanse of a dark dramatic deluge that threatens to erode the shrinking space. From where the cultic thoughts arose is difficult to trace, but one can never be allowed to … Continue reading The Darkness that is Difficult
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
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
