Can’t Blame the Reflections

There is no use despising the mirror for those reflections Pulling away the deceptions, but it’s not at fault Bitter sighs at the offensive intentions of the images They appear and disappear; a clumsy blend of characters Refuting the claims of misappropriation Unworthy reasons do not stand a chance against truth Disputing time, subservient thoughts, and disintegration Fate cannot be woken up from the evil … Continue reading Can’t Blame the Reflections

What could the Truth be?

When something becomes truth because it is conveniently comparable and the entire idea can be suitably placed with other ideas. The puzzling theory is that the pattern of truth should replicate the perception, acceptance, and feasibility; at times, their correspondence with the community, the acceptable language is also a criterion to choose them. Often, there are sketchy ideas of truths; from the observed, absorbed, and … Continue reading What could the Truth be?

Knowing Still

Holding on to that spirit still Difficult farewell during the Light spill Bequeathed solemn time stare Wishing to know whether I care Primaeval events reappear magically Narrating the time to come, candidly Eyes cannot see the stretch of bygone All that is true is the new dawn Passive contemplations of life The profoundness of silence is still rife What the soul’s will holds Emerges slowly … Continue reading Knowing Still

The Antics

The antics try to suppress the dominion of enthusiasm  Of this universe, and then settling down in a carved reality To lament the mesmeric caving in of the fragments of existence Only if reality were to be encompassed by these eyes Impossible! They rover purposelessly across lusty silhouettes Contradictions are seeded in the absence of entirety There is every reason to persuade the intellect to … Continue reading The Antics