Unclear Time

None can prophesise about the night Or, about what darkness with it will bring Numbed senses do not feel any more Unaware, full of fear, walks directionless Humility is not reflected as a virtue Life’s synonyms are erroneous- appear disarrayed There are mighty claims about untruths Feeble souls speak in an uncouth decibel Problems treble amidst mindless existence Only fragments and absurd arguments Night freezes the … Continue reading Unclear Time

Not The Real Reflections

Magical it feels, to look here and there, everywhere Feels transparent, the events that unfold… but rarely so As if something is missing; a part of life in oblivion The night may feel like day and days filled with darkness Early celebrations at those events rarely continue Perceptions and desires of inherent emptiness Moments decline the ultimate kind of euphoria Thoughts of unfulfilled dreams last … Continue reading Not The Real Reflections

Those Stories

Arcane meanings prepare the chapter of life A lot of mystery surrounds them… of naysayers’ efforts Weaving an alternative tale, a new vocabulary Chronicles that are invalidated by the other world Simply trying to narrate ambiguous stories to naive listeners Tales of suspicious heroism, the rise and fall of individuals Who can corroborate them… time erases consciousness What about those meanings, the signs, untold narratives … Continue reading Those Stories

Fragile Dreams

Fragile shell, of which, the shattered pieces are strewn there Couldn’t bear the tenacious lies; prevalent through the seasons Every Spring the heart reflects on a new dream, but distant it remains Somehow, they rush towards the untimely winter… frozen melancholy It is man’s laborious work to deny the visions of the Maker The kind of consciousness amplifies anthropomorphic distortions Often, the hasty journeys carry … Continue reading Fragile Dreams

Where It Leads Us…

Familiar voices speaking of unrecognizable emotions As if there is nothing more joyous than discussing these On being asked more, the voices fumble and become distant Uncaringly leading the way, also, asking everyone to follow Towards fallow lands, while earthless feelings vanish Noises everywhere, but there is little sense in everything Walked into a trap without realising the true sentiment At the will of an … Continue reading Where It Leads Us…