The Fate Reflections-A Poem
Man is lured by the reflections abandoned by the universe Nurtured dreams that have troubled the womb of Earth Picked time that dissects the fate of everyone Born into the encircling world, into crammed years and frail hopes Unkind afflictions of the mind diverted by corrupt compasses From primitive caves to the incarceration by impure dwellings Unearthed the darkest fate, deeply settled in the hands … Continue reading The Fate Reflections-A Poem
You have the answers before the questions arise A lot of vague contemplations, the untrue memories and indignation Skillfully disguised in misdirection, a way paved with untruthful words Waiting for them to falter; strike the vulnerable at a tragic moment Unheard will be the silent shrieks of the soul in an upturned world The spiteful questions smeared with poison to impale the fallen Trample their … Continue reading The Decline
What Kind of Dream?
Truth is brutal, buried deep, prematurely It does have its way- finds the strength to go deeper Stays relevant! Becomes stronger, and restores itself against odds A society looks elsewhere- quite mesmerised by the anarchy Hoping to create something new from the wreckage Unaware, the roots of truth has a network everywhere Omnipresent after its unceremonious burial Ideas have been compromised… relentless indoctrination Inconvenienced by … Continue reading What Kind of Dream?
Unapologetic objects jostle for space They have been established to vie for glory All-weather skin- nothing penetrates Especially the critical thoughts and woes Of human emotions and subtle dreams Once they hit the walls, they are turned away Dwelling in them, decorating the corners Is a suffocating experience- but that’s a reality Perrenial storms of ego and angst Among vitriol and fight for existence There … Continue reading Difficult Space
So Much for Time
The gradual abuse of time What it holds within one cannot imagine Sometimes pristine, but it still decays Unseen by the unperceptive world Its vagaries are well known All the erect silhouettes bow down To the fury of time What can human pride do? Nothing! Ego is futile Invented war and crimes For territories with hues of anger Time will be more unrepentant It will dig … Continue reading So Much for Time
Are there any happy depths? I ask this when fear and hatred stay strong Hold themselves together There is unity in their desire to destroy When the crowd trembles to speak Stand up to the atrocious demands Doth protest too much against hope Fanatical cries reprise the situations What is this blind faith about? A world with diminishing clarity Violent words are spoken with equanimity … Continue reading To Nowhere
The Fearful Intensity
Intense focus, those eyes contemplating on widespread anger There is a danger of burning the papers Creating a deep tunnel of fire through the future Only paper hold thoughts with care, without prejudice Now, there is a threat to the stories of yore Those who have failed to decode their meanings Match the higher intensity of the cryptic tales A discrepancy, superiority complex- have undone … Continue reading The Fearful Intensity
Pummeled by delusional imaginations A world wakes up in the confines of a disturbing secret Nothing feels new and freshness has a mildewy feel Flattened senses can only feel so much Feeble pulses of the being wake up with rage Coming closer to the feeling of an oppressed life A violent lie lives through the raging veins Punishing the punished- fighting demons with demons Preachy … Continue reading Forgetting Troubles
Time forgets to reach out to the auspicious moments The idle reaches of those fictitious promises fail to impress There are barren stretches through which fiery paths run Treacherous deals fill the contemptible crucibles of gilded fame Tempers soar across the cluster of hungry abodes; it’s a shame Turning against the great odyssey, the tracks have been burnt Timorous lot raise their voice to intimidate … Continue reading Tempestuous Times