I hear crickets, I hear croaking frogs and see cattle graze around. A highway far away catches my eye, it looks like a pathway into the skies. It’s all white and blue up there, uniformity; something uncommon. I notice a group of monkeys walk past me like I didn’t even exist. My ears are whizzing … Continue reading I hear you.
The inkling in my handSeeks refuge,Urging me to jot it down,A revolt rages within. My soul tries to breaks the walls of the dungeon,It craves to be let out;The pen is a prison,Paper is the land far away.Letting go would mean pain,There is no liberty without a price;Writing is evil,Something that I need to survive. … Continue reading A writer’s whisper – collab
You speak of beauty in imperfections, say the moon has got spots on him; those are craters, nimwit, dents that don’t receive sunlight. I look at the depth hiding in darkness, you search for vandalised surface. Beauty lies not in imperfections but perceptions. The more damage we take, the more depth we have; flaunt your … Continue reading Beauty
All I have are my dreams. What they are and where they come from? I know not, brother. They’re as lost as I am. I dream of everything, I dream of nothing; Everything is nothing and nothing becomes everything.
The shattered skies of my mind bleed rainbows. I follow the ghastly cries of the voices lost; finding solace in melancholy, searching for a remedy to cure my malady. Masked by colours of the rain, the world covers its Grays, every face, a masquerade. I’m blind to the hues now, searching for shadows that once … Continue reading Dreamland.
I rubbed my finger against the wall and it turned black like my shadow, dense and opaque. Whatever I touched, wherever I went, all turned dark; all the light absorbed, nothing emitted gets out. There are no roads, there is no path, not one direction but I walk. The world bled red but why it … Continue reading This darkness
I looked up to the sky and hoped for nothing. What could it even offer? I wanted the world That’s already been sold. They say it is cold But then, you sell your soul To faith, to work, to life and oh! Love! Kisses, never moist, eyes, always closed; Words so deep, voices shallow. Freedom … Continue reading Hopes.
I’m thinking of the blues as flowers grow out of the bruise; the rusty old chair sings songs of you. Eyes have shrunk, tears have dried, wrinkles on my skin have stories that hide. Life was bittersweet, people fell like teeth; I wash my hands with a few good deeds; you know, to live is … Continue reading Come on in.
The skies never fell It’s us that did; how dare we Turn the world into metaphors When we ourselves are one!
I thought I had wings and dreamt of flight, only to realise they were hands. Could barely crawl, yet life had me running after people and things. Everything was quiet and it was too late before I found my voice. I searched for myself through the eyes of people and ways of the world; now … Continue reading Voids.
Through the crevices of my broken heart leaks a dim light, the fleeting moments of joy; A Crimson world manifested by my bleeding eyes.
The world stops nowhere but it is headed somewhere; The roads may lead to nowhere but have to end somewhere; I know I am going nowhere then why start somewhere?
There’s a stone wall so high, going up there felt like being in the sky. There’s a cat on that wall staring at the clouds; feeling the wind wrapping around his body, growing more intense with each fleeting second. He doesn’t want to go back to where he came from, there’s nothing left there. The … Continue reading cat on a wall.
The usual farmer’s market; people going around, buying vegetables, bargaining and chattering their mouths out. I see men staring at women, I see women exchanging glances. The sky was pale, clouds were scattered and feeble and the sun was about to set. I walked further past children crying for toys, parents covered their eyes, vendors … Continue reading Finding a way back.
We live in a complicated world. We’re taught the wrong subjects, we get the wrong answers and we learn the wrong lesson. society is an institution that creates an illusion of unity by dividing people. “It’s a free world” they say, yet govern you by laws, restrictions and sanctions. Have you looked outside your window? … Continue reading Shower thoughts
Little did I know; The monster under my bed Was trying to save me From the monsters I brought home from wherever I went.
We always consider the world to be one single entity. When are we going to realise that we build our own individual worlds? What if I say that every person has his own world? The world is small because we create it ourselves. It's limited to people we meet, places we visit and things we … Continue reading Worlds.
The world is an arena.; society is a circus. Your time is money, your interest, an investment. Please be seated according the social classes mentioned on your tickets and buckle up. I'm gonna tell you a joke, it's called life. Who am I? I'm the fucking comedian.
I'm not afraid of a voice that's raised; I'm scared of the stories that hide, suppressed inside your head. I'm unfazed when angry fists levitate; It's the disrupted world we live in, that has me dazed. A liberal mind, That's racist to the other kind; A light that blinds Paves a darker road and day … Continue reading Ruins.
Don't quench my thirst With your tears; Don't feed my dreams With your fears; Walk with me, brother To where the hands are raised, Not to surrender but revolt; Where we fight for what's right Not for left, not for right; Where people aren't segregated, Where education isn't aggregated, Takes more than two hands, sister; … Continue reading Together
What good are dreams when they don't feel alive? What good is life when it's devoid of dreams? What good is the world when it doesn't give what you need? What good are you when you can't find what you seek?
When blacks and whites Collide into grays; There is no rainbow, The sky is a disgrace; It is love that lasts forever, An eternity laid to waste; No home feels like home, Ain't no solace, When you haven't lost yourself And wore a new face.
It felt like love and We said we were old enough; When we knew it was love, We were kids again.
Let's take a walk in this mad, mad world; you better hold my hand 'cuz it's gonna get cold. Lavender winds caress your hair, the entirety envies your flair, girl, you're a sight for my sore eyes and a beauty to behold. Let's have a talk in this lonely, crowded shack. Would you like some … Continue reading Let’s.
Who likes routine? There might be a few but not me. I'm always looking for something new but I hate changes. Getting my playlist right means everything to me. Though I'm not really into the latest fad, I really enjoy listening to music from different languages. India is home for hundreds of languages and I … Continue reading Music suggestions please! Warning: this post is boring.
It's a whole new world, I feel; Maybe heaven is full of vices And in hell, the saints kneel.
Whistling winds sang along And I walked my way On the roads lonely and long "If you're not weak" I heard him say "You can't be strong" I searched for the place Where I belong So many eyes, words Waving hands and Hard goodbyes Still waters, silent hills Naked skies and snakes on road Whatever … Continue reading Way
In a world filled with stars In a galaxy full of worlds I wander As an insignificant speck of dust I look at the sun, in daylight Under the dark sky And moonlight, I wonder Why do we talk to stones? Believe in an existence, unknown? What is sin? What is just? What are morals? … Continue reading Doubts.
The world is huge, That's what they say Do you think it's true? Because wherever I go, I stumble upon you I wandered around Without a clue, A homeless man Who do I look up to? Fell from Grace, misbehaved, Ran for a lifetime, but I am sure Changed my world, Made my way, home, … Continue reading …..
The bag flew right into the tubelight spawning sparks as the glass frame shattered all over. There were students trying to bring the black board down and partially succeeded as it was too heavy and tightly fixed. Within seconds, all of the lights were broken and shattered, fans had their wings bent towards the ceiling, … Continue reading Issues.