[526] For The Last Time

[526] For The Last Time

my tiny impulsescarry me to the distant pastcarry me to the near futurebut never fully present you areinvisible to me different livesdivergent universewhy does it still feelyou know me better my tiny impulsescarry me to you my growth in the nightwhere is your sunlight?faith in synchronicityfate seems destinedto make me forget youto make me forgetfulmy [...]

[509] Solving The Puzzle

[509] Solving The Puzzle

Puzzles of a story⁣⁣churning in my soul⁣⁣The medium stays running⁣⁣Where do I find the source?⁣⁣Painful to live in the past⁣⁣So the future is where I reside⁣⁣The makings of a story⁣⁣rustier every night⁣⁣⁣⁣Sunbeams on my eyes⁣⁣I wake up to tonight⁣⁣A blank slate of calm for a while⁣⁣Then the while simply dies⁣⁣Troubles of the heart ⁣⁣take time [...]

[508] Puzzles of the Mind

[508] Puzzles of the Mind

An eternity without words ⁣or lives without eternity⁣sentences without meaning⁣no centre within or without⁣In shadows, haunting of the past⁣In light, shimmering of the future⁣I find myself in extremes⁣of inability to understand ⁣or being able to understand it all⁣⁣People move on but I stay⁣Times change but I am the same⁣The expression has quietened ⁣The words have [...]

[144] Rebel With A Cause

[144] Rebel With A Cause

We are told that "don't upset the system" "don't be a rebel and lose your mind". The reason? The functioning of the system is crucial for miscreants to survive. To not politicise art is just another way of submitting to the pressure of not being seen as a rebel. As the word, 'rebel' has a [...]

[140] Wasted Times

[140] Wasted Times

Stillness without contentment is just anxiety brooding. You can have the laziest day turn into a day of rest or it can turn into a day of sulking over your lack of productivity. Being holed up in a room and catching up with yourself can be tiring in an ironical way. Introspection takes effort and [...]

[129] Mind As Summer

[129] Mind As Summer

My mind is summer now. Languid in its breathing of thoughts and idle in its progression of time. There is a blinding of the heat that is not surprising as it numbs the mind. Time & again it finds a shade of hope only to realise that it was an illusion of my own scorching [...]