I think the truth isn’t a word of perplexity. Nor ambiguity. I think it is a matter of mind’s ability to understand nature or of one’s bravery to face reality. Sometimes, the carefreeness state of mind stows the mess...We are either too idle to unwind the twisted facts either too afraid to unfasten the seatbelts.… Continue reading The truth.
Like a fox hunting a deer in the woods, I felt wild In the dark space, to Jupiter, Uranus smiled Along with that smile, the universe was reborn To myself and to my inner child, I’ve sworn to live the life I’ve always deserved… Like a splash of rain water on lawn, I felt green… Continue reading Renovation
All the times I stood behind my window. Longing for keen talks with the night’s hero. Striking the universe with my distressing quietness. Then pouring my heart out in the dark emptiness. Asking the sombre ocean to bandage my invisible scars. And the stories of myself were sheltered in shooting stars. And with the nocturnal… Continue reading Night talks.
Chaos… Eruptions… Blatant scenes from the past… It all occurred inside my head. Now, all your memories are dead. Fumes of burnt letters. Ruins of smashed armors. Triggered acerbic words. Said only by dull cowards. Floating feathers of steep dreams, where you rolled away in streams Of odourless scents of a bittersweet past. Good thing… Continue reading Inside my head.
Sometimes, your body is drawn up into an acerbic helix of memories of unwanted places…Sometimes, even laws of attraction fail to keep you on earth…And sometimes, you can’t escape nightmares even if you’re wide awake… As Sore as it sounds, it can get even sorer, when the truth perch on the surface…And abruptly, water’s mellowness… Continue reading What if…?
The luxurious cloaks floating gently on the red ornamented carpet in two opposites rows, the traditional turbans leaning down in the aisle like withered roses and the confetti was raining heavier than on a wet winter night …The scene was mute, not even a hushed din was audible, nor the vociferous excitement of the pampered… Continue reading A historical close-up:Part I
The rain drops felt heavy on my head, It hallowed out my mind like a stone, In a way that caused your pastel memories to sled down my spine and then left to be thrown in a fountain of lost wishes and faded images. and of misty stories from different past tenses… It took me… Continue reading Take me back to the start…
A year hence, I’ll distinguish between the Polaris and the Asterism. The swarm of wounds and woes will make me a constellation guru. Sitting on the roof, succumbing to the blue obscurity above me as fatalism. And I’d perpetually eject spaced words of sad poetry about the ongoing overview. Until the flow of words endure… Continue reading A year hence.
What is the purpose of one’s existence? Or, let me put it this way: What is the most significant thing your life is centered around? What would you die for? What would make the blood flow in your heart pump so fast? What would make you sleepless for unnumbered nights and days like a worried… Continue reading Mortality vs Immortality.
Whatever has been flown into my heart like a fragile white Dandelion, has swiftly flown away with the windy storm that his back-and-forth communication made… I was caught in the middle, waiting like a detained bird hoping that its wings will feel freedom again amongst the gentlness of the breeze…I was laying on a frosty… Continue reading Another mind scratch