During Idleness The World Wonders

Those who use profanities against idleness Are seriously unaware of the beauty of the thoughtful moments When the world slows dows along with your being There is a rare harmony that gladdens the soul Not being surrounded by the compulsions of a busy world It is a triumph, a daring act, to withdraw Even the day mellows down and the air feels tranquil In an … Continue reading During Idleness The World Wonders

Eulogy of Lamentations

Lamentations of the poet take shape in the heart It is sincere and private; of all the experiences and observations Only the deliberations in solitude can reveal their intentions They are here to stay for they have found a suitable cave This is an endless world, the poet’s world, where darkness loses its way Why elucidate their concerns or even daily occurrences of being disoriented? … Continue reading Eulogy of Lamentations

What The Eyes Look For

When I find nothing unusual My eyes are not intrigued Something beyond archetypes Nothing uneven, unexplored Beyond yourself, the life precincts A single narrative in different ways Like a swirl of chosen phrases A journey much anticipated But there are restrictions Running in a poorly designed maze Similar themes occur in various ways Characters mouthing dialogues Or, the storyteller’s narrations How long can one listen? … Continue reading What The Eyes Look For

Unabated

The banality of pushing my words between two contradictory sentences For they have metamorphosed to stubborn ideologies Running parallel, creating an intense field of confusion, a fatal chasm It won’t be a willing surrender, but a severe attraction to destroy my ideas What would be their fate clinging to the detrimental narratives? Learning how not to emulate and feeling caged by the platitudes Where feelings … Continue reading Unabated

Leave Them To Their Fate

Leave a few things which are either misunderstood or not attended to Walking a few feet under the generalisations, there is a space that expands The dimensions are unconvincing, and cannot be explained in an average language Sometime in the future, the surfaces will rot, crack, and bared by inclement weather Such is the destiny of anything that has more meanings than a world can … Continue reading Leave Them To Their Fate

The Skeptics

It belonged to the skeptics Time had other intentions Somehow it escaped The confines of restricted reflections Eyes couldn’t believe the magic It unfolded the reality ~Amitav Interpreting creativity is subjective, but they merely mention the frail meanings that arise from a hasty conclusion. There is an instinctive skepticism around the creative process as the individual allows the work to speak for themselves. It is … Continue reading The Skeptics

Perception and Relevance

Literature is misunderstood more often because they are treated literally. There is that expectation to communicate with a direct narrative, without the metaphorical and imaginative inclusions. While we can say that literature does arise from the subtle observations about the unexpressed feelings of a society that is too busy suppressing them. Probably, the writer detaches from the unruly distractions and manipulations or even surrenders to … Continue reading Perception and Relevance

Moments Beyond

Sometimes the recurrent themes become intensely boring Coagulated thoughts around the consciousness is a hurdle Those repetitive moments wound themselves in an odd pattern Apologetically reading them, for the eyes censure Even the mind disconnects from the familiar unimaginative narratives Such manuscripts pile up like the stoic hillocks Unresponsive and imposing as well, but they tend to be a hurdle How long does one look … Continue reading Moments Beyond