Sunday, November 28, 2021

Break


The Sunday Muse #188




 

a moment to self

closed within the subconscious

silent communion




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Saturday, November 20, 2021

The Real World

 The Sunday Muse #187





A dark shadow breathes,

In the empty spaces

The rusted mind moves in circular motion

Chasing truth in bits and pieces.

Reality is just a lie!.


There are those wandering hours 

Enveloped in  darkness

Into the unknown world,

A world filled with illusions

Spiralling in a  hallucinating blackhole.

People are just an existence!


The eyes only meet

Shapeless entrances and entities 

Conversation within the empty walls

Echoes in silent resonance.

No key can open these shadowless doors!




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(Dementia- when a dear one goes through this phase, you are left with  a helpless feeling)


Saturday, November 13, 2021

Distortions

 

The Sunday Muse #186



Love,

 a  natural disaster

cannot be controlled or contained

masquerading

the passions of self-love.


Eyes.

windows to the soul

can play games

if one is not careful.


Mirage,

what we see and feel

short and sharp

bits of universes

lodged in the distorted psyche!




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Saturday, November 6, 2021

Too Broken to Heal

 The Sunday Muse #185 




Grudges,
Those invisible boundaries
Relations bonded by blood
Flow in unseen maps
Sometimes pulling
In different directions: period.
 
How to mend the broken bonds?
 The bitterness sustain
They say blood is thicker than water!
 No road to those forced fences
The heart bleeds and aches
Longing to feel the good old times.


Relationships are glassed
Masked and glued
In grains of sand
Too porous, too fragile
Ephemeral indeed!



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