There are fewer aureate moments at the waking hours Mysterious reflections take back time into a sinister moment Uprooted and swept away… they never trusted the depths Arise the sorrows during the slightest changes in nature Transformed characters discuss to dispel the mysteries Soon the clouds will form… heavy with dreadful time No other passage seems to be real at the blurry moments While ill-feelings … Continue reading It Starts With Gloom
There is a true sense of freedom in solitariness. It is about giving a chance to a soul to strengthen itself to realise a greater purpose of existence. A worthwhile time or moments to discriminate between the useful and unpurposeful thoughts. It is necessary to discriminate and challenge the frivolous thoughts that occupy the mind and drives it towards insanity that disguises itself in vanity. … Continue reading Solitary
Hope is a temporary feeling, but persistently knocks the door It has its own reasons to mediate with the obdurate reality Tempers simmer… the days feel excruciatingly longer than they are Of shapes and distortions, objects and their rigid edges Painful manoeuvring through shrinking spaces- spiteful paths Opening them for anyone, without understanding their disguise Guile slithers through the pristine world of hope and love … Continue reading Hoping
What does not fit in, manifests itself boldly Ultimate clarity does not feel the urge to explain Cowardly criticisms run parallelly- they fail miserably The immensity of knowledge is not afflicted by trifles Grudgingly, they move on, slithering into an abyss Miserable feelings are like a hastily excavated woes From the roots of a venomous world, they flourish Pushing yourself from the precipice of suspicion … Continue reading From Where They Emerge
Some persuasive realities take something away from me An experimental sleep that I cannot escape The restlessness arises from such a torpor A difficult reality hardens the senses- they do not believe the metaphors Stories are read with expressionless eyes Feeble intellectualism births a stubborn conjecture Discordant voices unsettle the verses Languages speaking of life in a rhythm recedes Exposing the vulnerable world’s meandering patterns … Continue reading Persuasion
Flaccid ideas create a trail- an uninspiring landscape Mere selfish thoughts are wound tightly; a strenuous life Jealously burns longer than the lights of the day Singes the beautiful night too- dreams run away Life is a mere formality as it stretches feebly over a reality Poor language emerges the only means of communication It fails- only misapprehensions and failed relationships Carnivals of mindless frivolities … Continue reading Where it Begins
What was so terrifying about the empty spaces The apprehensions about someone who never thought like everyone A sudden change of direction was necessary to deviate Why the exaggerations were preferred over the simple explanations Then wrapped in harshness and a language of extreme nature That altered the tongue, not in a favourable manner Why were the verdant areas filled with hot desert sands The … Continue reading The Uncomfortable Questions
Who could have imagined that monsters lurk inside a mirror Which way to face, when one has to face the deep-rooted malady Perhaps, time slows down too and allows the conversations to last Inimical forces hypnotize through the wildly gazing eyes- fatal curiosity Once in a while, everyone is suspicious of the evil that is around There is an innermost fear that is nourished by … Continue reading Evil Reflections
How fascinating the day would have been if there were no untruths Dreams could have pursued the golden hues and chased eternity Time has pranked us into believing the entire narrative of subservience Our will imposed on nature too, and the yield lacks the aroma of the wild Inherent will has been altered by the malevolent instructions Compelled to believe in the limitations, weaknesses, and … Continue reading Dull Narrative
The confidence of being unaware Of those innate feelings A flow that takes another turn Falling off the cliff The precipice far away Glistened like a greedy sword Cutting through the strands Lengthy and twisted Trembles at such depth Cannot be felt up here Earth settles down Aware, but slumberous ~Amitav Continue reading Meandering
