In the long haul of the overdue daysAnd into the deepest darkest nightsA fury of the raw raging thoughtsgoing berserk at the sight of shimmering bright lights. None of the usual flare of emotions, Willing to carry the unseen reach till far.The fearsome roads just happen to tremblewith the presence of picketing tar. But the wind gets to flow at the wild callof nowhere, from the...
From nothingness is and from nothingness new;So “shall be it..!!” for someone to forgive.But the crowd ‘comes and goes’ ..just that it doesn’t matter, An ounce of bread covered with ‘dust’ lies on most of the platter. A sick urge among those “a desire to cave!Nobody came forward for supporting the hand that happened to gave..That is pretty much the deal for sinking towards...
…. or not to be Is certainly not from one of those English text from Shakespeare but amazingly ‘a question’ that is posed by me to me and from me. A truly democratic situation for my beliefs. The question arises when each and every passing day there is a brand new sparkling article that is carried within the daily editorial which reads ‘Coffee...
These rooms shouldn’t be found empty, It was full of numerous happy soul. Suddenly there is this search for finding Something that went missing completely as a whole. The attics are closed wide shut From the shunt doors bolted so strong. ‘Amazingly!’ keys for opening the locks to these doors All happen to be so perfectly wrong. Everything is amiss now; Hiding away...
I become that much stronger From the blows you draw. It won’t take any longer, To heal the wounds of the claw Use thy might With much furry possible. ‘Initially’ I will stand the scathing wrought Wishing the grace for you “...knowing that my heart won’t wobble! Still I’ll try the very best; Arresting myself from being dreaded. Those would be my efforts...