Inspired to Write and Endure

The overemphasized and romanticized simplistic narratives sans the daring stressors of creative freedom, from a space of prismatic distress of artistic insanity is to produce some bizarre mundanity in the artistic world. Why can’t we have a sudden euphoria of dandelions romancing the wind? Without intimacy with the brokenness, the experiences and exploration of human consciousness, the use of emotions beyond what is available in … Continue reading Inspired to Write and Endure

Recalibrate

Unwound time, slackened pace and tiresome energy- an efficient way of de-energizing life Lost momentum of human consciousness, loosening the intricate relationship with nature’s senses A cocoon woven by a whirl, life struggles within; dimmed environment, no transmutation of existence A disorderly arrangement of life, an existential dilemma and clashes of weakening consciousness It’s too late to recalibrate defunct time, machines support the problem with … Continue reading Recalibrate

Fading

The reflections disperse and dissolve, arrested by the ripples, the scruples and fading imageries Unfriendly time, timelessness and nothingness remain relevant, descended horizon, half Moon and unadjusted darkness Lopsided discussions, crude observations and lamentations, mirror images, trapped ideologies, lack of breathing space Even before I fade, I feel dazed by an uncomfortable presence, persistence of a tiring conflict, among existence, in a pattern of complicated … Continue reading Fading

Claustrophobia

The existence delays its rent, it owes a lot to Time, spent force, a delayed start and incoherent response to the morning Almost a fancy disguise to avoid the probing glances of time, a messenger running synchronously with a tired journeyer Out of the fancy little spaces, spilling over to the crowded extravaganza, every little soul claustrophobic within the modern designs Plans, not according to … Continue reading Claustrophobia

The Lure of Darkness

Eager waking, darkness nostalgic, the assuring cover of lightless resonance Time to assure yourself of your existence, to reflect without the distractions; soul pulsates with cosmic energy Days meant to sleep, withdrawn from the push that propels everyone towards hurried existence When you cannot even listen to yourself, your conscience medicated with daily dose of nonsense No one can reassure life like a balanced darkness, … Continue reading The Lure of Darkness

Furtive Glances

Silence is maligned, typical of a world that fashions the daily clamour of a life spinning uncontrollably All about time, the finest manipulator, the magical nuisance of unseen characters, powerful in the dark, surrendered to the unenlightened world Suspicious crowds, with furtive glances, trust is designed and defined by convenient expectations, a ritual in dark spaces So, all the faces look blurry, none defined by … Continue reading Furtive Glances

First Appearance

Who knew the beginning will be an enigma, but here we are still puzzled, complexities wrapped around consciousness Seeking a definite purpose, with codes of morality, ironed out, but the creases are still evident Lack of evidence, exhaustive calculations and hypotheses; but the transformations are subtle and beyond any perceptible change, the one we can control Every period with their own set of problems, a … Continue reading First Appearance

Receding- A Poem

Time recedes, shadow diminishes, lights fickle, I am satisfied when there’s fewer interference Becoming less involved in mere interpretations and interactions; I like the pause, where all the moving images slow down, some grainy memories vanish too Life is less definable, I do not even know the keywords anymore; I do not fill in the lengthy blanks with abbreviated emotions I cannot explain anymore, but … Continue reading Receding- A Poem

Not Alone in a Lonely World

When alone, away from the commotion, the paradoxical loneliness I do not abuse time; being burdened with it since the first breath Chasing the intense mirage, but dreams just turn into sands, buried deep there in the midst of nowhere No moral compass, but morality wrapped around the mind like a punishment I am not alone, all along, each soul has acquired the cosmic magic, … Continue reading Not Alone in a Lonely World