There is No Pure Light

The era is quite dry, humid sometimes, but sudden deluge of nature’s rage Dampened moods, there is no other way out of this conundrum Light, not bright enough, clouded by the tired industries, demands, more demands Not simple dreams, it’s said, “you’re a failure, when you lose the urge to possess more Like a surrender to the persistent distractions, corners of life crowded Devoured spaces … Continue reading There is No Pure Light

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

At The End of The Day

At the end of the day, only those words remain Which were picked up casually from passersby Unknown context, the origin of thoughts, and language There is plenty of vagueness in fragmented communications What challenges you to settle the puzzle? Tiredness sets in and a night ruined by incoherence You may be waiting for clarity By creating an entire world from these stories Some of … Continue reading At The End of The Day

When Darkness Has Clarity

Correspondences at night have more clarity As the crowds disperse There is a kind of transparency when masks fall off The discomfort eases a little Little scope to fool around with the darkness Persuasively pulls the real character out Glorified struggles take shelter somewhere Leaving the character bare- unnecessary liabilities So many feelings escape the commotion A cumbersome day misdirects the soul Night returns every … Continue reading When Darkness Has Clarity

Oddly Placed

Sometimes windows are miserably placed Distractions steal solitude; alarmingly, time escapes From the day that has been borrowed Looking at the stoic life flowing indolently Probably the time is such- restrained melancholy Tired consciousness has a vague explanation It is frightening to feel the dullness on a bright day There is so much discord in the reflections All that the window has to offer, unfortunately … Continue reading Oddly Placed

Not Every Day

Early morning, smoky screens, filtered light Indifferent time, but irritates the sanity of life Half-awakened posture, not a masterpiece Is it laziness or perfect apathy towards busyness Difficult to know from a reticent fellow One positive outcome is that voices are mellow Filtered the baloney, but some swearing is heard Still preferable, the laid back  observations They are quite keen, incisive, and critical It’s still … Continue reading Not Every Day