The Opinionated Truth

Everything we hear is an opinion, not a fact. Everything we see is a perspective, not the truth. -Marcus Aurelius When there are immense possibilities much beyond our ability to comprehend the truth of this existence, there are also greater chances of being mislead with false perceptions that have been etched deeply in the psyche of every age of existence. Just when we think that … Continue reading The Opinionated Truth

Demystify

The obscure, forgotten, realms that only imaginations dare touch Spirit endures the harsh reality, the ravages of time In it’s brief existence, conjure up the energy to fight an existential angst Beyond utterances and promises and untimely fateful experimentation There is hope to sacredly hold the soul, go within and beyond Cultivate fertile imaginations on which dreams can spring Passionately embrace eternity before a quiet … Continue reading Demystify

Unseen

If we could really see How many can really see through the barriers? Only the loudest colours appeal to the eyes There is that trembling within Warning of the misguided brightness Painted over all the lies and misdemeanours Time corrodes the surfaces It takes patience to see the misfortune Over which the dreams were resting How many pause to see even that? Repugnance on faces … Continue reading Unseen

Do I Choose Anymore

On which side of reality I would be in I speculate on the truth of reflections from life Often the arrival of dreams are tied to time Nothing honest exist in the inexplicable illusions Razor-sharp gaze barely trouble the superficiality Untimely interventions perforate the moments I cannot hold on longer as I witness their escape Interwoven existence in the acquired realm Not enough space for … Continue reading Do I Choose Anymore

Seated Uncomfortably

Seated, but the mind is unsettled Flurry of thoughts, seriously neglected Earlier, during the unspent days They never went away- resilient characters Time abused by premature human illusions Unrestrained speculations among other worries Unprepared mind caught in a battle Edges of innate patters are frayed No new association with the evolving life As if carrying the old flawed images In the dull eyes; can’t blame … Continue reading Seated Uncomfortably