Jealousy carries a type of inherent dullness. There is a certain cunningness to lure the gullible individual towards the jealous characteristics; introduced as the elixir to enhance one’s credibility and fuel passive-aggressive behaviour. How comfortably jealousy blends itself with the native thoughts depends on eagerness, as well as, the promises made by its doctrines. The promises to endure, improve, and excel by adhering to the … Continue reading A Jealous Pleasure
Misdeeds stare like unhealed wounds There isn’t a cure yet, the heart is unwilling to seek Nothing can stop the curve from turning away from light Night foams menacingly; it’s a sinister sign Forfeited all that was offered Trepid breath speaks to the darkness Soon, the light will fizzle, and the paths blurry Faint reflections too will turn away in hatred Those responsible for muddling … Continue reading Unhealed
Sometimes time is like an emollient Sometimes it is like a furious knife The places are blotchy from harsh lights Weather is not fair either; clingy mess Curious, jealous, and highly corrosive One has to endure that too Heart feels like a guilty tenant Not able to pay the rent with feelings That can ameliorate some of the pain Life feels stuck like a crude … Continue reading Of being Stuck Somewhere
When the plunge into the unfavourable air grips me with chaos Time feels inimical and fleeting shadows mock for this foolishness Night has trouble lifting itself from the from the dense dreams In a wintry night, the clothes are dead cold; it embraces with icy fierceness Even my bones feel shaken from the harsh plunge I have taken It was not a pledge, but a … Continue reading The Plunge
When there is no more freedom to be right Only possible visuals for the eyes are disguised in madness Staring at the unchanging destiny- time shrinks and crumble Only there is some feeble murmur of hopelessness Destiny pledges to the feelings that torment the being Lands tightened by resistance and indiscriminate pillage Age seems to wear off and become feeble before time Thoughts are sharpened … Continue reading If That’s Right
As you stir the submissive surface of a volatile environment, the entire nature around you transforms into something sinister. Mysterious casks parade through the abysses; bloated in the middle with some otherworldly fluid. Someone may have ordered them to jog across this ground without spilling and soiling an immaculate place. The eerieness of this environment overpowers the senses. Once in here, there is little chance … Continue reading A Diabolical Environment
Feelings of dizziness perpetually hover over the climate unreal When life seems to be full even if the heart feels the void become bigger Days stirrings bring the palpitations to a frenzy; feeds the poor soul Pollens of noxious flowers permeate the air with complicity Becoming forgetful is normal, for there are other worries to care about Embracing the frightening emotions- there is only an … Continue reading Periodic Frenzy
That imaginary abode being saved from the intruders Who are they? Their identity may have stirred from surreptitious thoughts Tranquil pleasure rebuked by those steely gazes Nature of anxious moments feel ominous to the heart There’s no cure of the fallacies, as the book of Nature was ransacked Feeble abode barely stands now, rickety windows and doors squabble Entwined with the fate of darkness, time … Continue reading Delayed End
Does the patience of the past become invalid due to presses of time Dissatisfaction marches on through the tyrannical and leaden paths Wraths of insensitivity, ignorance, and inconvenience develop many faces The hunger for sympathy grumbles and churns the stomach Stubborn steps lead to the oppressed territories where knowledge hangs in shame The courage of imbecility detonates inimical time; seeks devastation Where some still fast … Continue reading The Way Ahead- In a Mirror
Frazzled dreams fall through the wily chaos Extracted easily; the fragile roots, with subtle remainder of hope Traces of survival clings to them- the fear of being placed in insecurity Of an unconnected fear grips the reality The precariousness is real What about those dreams and their inability to understand their language? The friendly gestures aren’t translated well Imposed constraints of the enemies form a … Continue reading Roots of Dreams
