The Dissonance

The chorus of discursive fragments pause little longer than expected Their unabashed lingering does not yield any powerful discourse Sifting among the strewn frustrate the eagerly seeking hands Only a handful of dust and crusts of incoherent meanings As if under a mysterious spell, the wayward wandering, fondness for veering off Yelling at the day won’t upset it, but the mind will feel agitated At … Continue reading The Dissonance

The Trail

What prompts one to find the trail of sadnesses Until the day their imprints appear on the heart Upon daily treading, the overgrown grasses perish The nakedness of a forlorn path feels violated Learning from the entrapped patterns day and night Losing sight of any other route amongst the clamour The intoxicating drinks of this world taste annoying A sommelier’s advice sounds jarring at that … Continue reading The Trail