Perspectives on ideas and the wild
Flowing through the pathof a forgotten ballad,I landed at one of the old townsof nostalgia, of dreamy past.Each house, a block of memorystood in ruins, trying to protectexistence of its past, its glory.The pillars trembling,like the trembling importanceof these moments, in my life.Colours fading, roofs falling,a pale departure.And at the twilight of these ruins,At the …
Assume you are stuck inside a glass bubble vacuum inside, the apogee of emptiness. You call out for help,but none can hear, You scream in helplessness, punch the walls. Soon you learn the impossibility, face the truth. You try to sing yourself a tune, to calm; But you hear none, you are deaf to yourself. …
An invisible hand, invincible; seems to be squeezing her heart. Suffocating, a bleeding, blinding blur. Her panting, dying breath in sync with the ticking clock. Counting, anticipating the end of time; the end of her painful times. Her skin is on blaze, a raging flame; and she choked by its smoky ash. Her thoughts feel naked, …
I wrote a song for you today, wish I could have sung it for you. Drenched in a rain of nostalgia, the paperboat of words; sailing through a puddle of melody. wish I could have sailed it for you. Some smiles left unexplained, Some phrases left untold, Some feelings left unchained, wish I could have …
Every morning,I have to travel Physically, emotionally, methaphorically. Glance through the bus window , through the looking glass. I look into the strange past, Stranger future; being certainly uncertain. Sometimes a tickle of emotions, On few days, a fickle jubilance. Like a dreamer I dream, of the rocky bank of a river. Running my hand …
There's this inkling, baffling to ink. Faint, yet not kept unnoticed. like a touch that wipes my tears, like a tune that I tap my feet to, an amity that I cherish. I wonder, maybe joy; maybe just your mere presence.
My dear dusty old books, I know, we haven't been talking for a while. I know, you have been thinking about me for a while. But you know it, this sorrow of separation is mutual, Unending and immutable. My dear dusty old books, I know, You have new tales to tell, about life; about past, …
Words of love, you came too late. Like a tear drop of gentle affection, you rolled down my cheeks. But I am glad you came. This emotion, I fear; I may misname. How we came close, how our hearts stumbled, inexplicit, yet inevitable. This hazy mystery; Is love, the search for our answers? The certainty …
On some nights, the northern star seem to, shine a little dimmer; pretending to fade away. Goals, aims, aspirations grow feeble; Hope seem to faint within this cacophony; feel defeated, dejected. This spark that demotivates, This spark of distractions, left ignored, may burn down your house of ambitions. This agitation of the mind, fuel …
A familiar tune, with fragments of life stored within. A slice of youthful romance, or bits of sorrow from the past. Zestful reawakening. A song that would push me , into the depths of emotion. Pull me out of mundane reality. Am I happy? It would ask, the innocence of my heart. The reason for …