Transpired fascinations

Bland faces
Seemingly Unwritten
In bitter manifestos…
Emergent abrasions
Woefully Unaddressed
In deceitful barrages
Flaking ambitions…
Tragically unascertained
In whirling cycles
Woven blues
Vividly Ambulant…..
In cities of many dispersions
Drizzling bullets
Circling within passive minds
Instilling Injurious ramification
Several Mandates Unmet
Dancing around clouds of immorality
Inflamed tonics
Furnishing bleeding Vindication
Across our transpired fascinations

Reflections

So dazed in many reflections
So Bemused in passing contemplation
Where would this journey take a bend?
Where would flask of this mind find fillings?
See those sands of dreams
Where would that arid creed find reverence?
So unoccurred in comprehension
So twisted in salience
Where would that meaning epitomize
Where would that feeling glorify
Will those apprehensions wilt away?
Will fragrance of that enchanted love ever materialize?
mysteries of these questions pose my elusive drives….
will i last to conceive answers that survive…

Eternal continuum

Unsharpened creeds
Scurrying around
In eyes of boundless imaginations
Toiling away into many pieces
And bubbling many affinities
To restore sharpened images
In Cosmo of evolving faith
And when dust settles
On elapsed epochs
These Blinking residuals
Unwrap in many joints
Little comforts Of salvaged euphoria
That flares along and
Witnesses miracles
in splendor of many galaxies
as dispersed beads of worship so devoutly
Embellish like threaded constellation
in Mold of naked beggars
Who so musingly submerge
Into soothing warmth
Laden Within unseen radiance
So Enshrined in eternal continuum

Bandwagon of fallacies

Bandwagon of fallacies
Erupts….
Many inferences
Across uncultivated plains
Different players try holding sway
Scurrying around in many channels
Who calls the shots now….
Ringing at a highest peak….
Who elevates
The debacle now
To newer heights
Who assures…
Gravitation of humanity
Who fashions the…
Newer Scales of intrusion now…
Withheld sanity….
Benches within….
Damp tents…
Who embraces ….
colors of madness now…

stains of worship

Melting moon streams down mountains of steep slides and fills up tavern of my wavering movement with wine of surrealism that intoxicates layers of my seas into sublime tranquility. The night dazzles and plays to tunes of arousing dreams drizzled and so instilled in beautiful manifestations. Arid soil of my nihilism slowly springs up from sands of alluring fragrance and caricatures terrains that perpetually stretch towards avenues that confronts the guild of the unknown resident who ushers signals so many in hideous impulses that flare like silent candles in joints of restless heart. The gloss of superficial comfort dissolve into clouds of wounded heart and like a drunken believer I lumber through mounting circles and lose myself into whirling typhoons typified in undefined discourses. My soul fragments into floating pieces of cotton that disintegrates and circulates around zones of misty skies spelled in many mysteries. Each particle flies through eves of weaving enigma and salvages twinkling belief within suspended moments that waits for guided torches to be enthroned over bliss of vagrant abandoned and lost in tunnels. And then so suddenly embraced by whispering of an awakening belief emanates out of so minor window of heart as shades of light penetrates within dark shadows and takes along budding butterflies of freedom into meadows of eternal harmony.

Filled with emerging bubbles of several rhythms I appease my emptiness and embrace torrents of awaiting surges that flows and then floods shivering swamps with gushing waves tumbling many barracks in the way. Fire of inquisition spreads through static zones and ruffles seasons that had become immune to voices of stillness laden within dry leaves couched in many autumns. I lay with these resounding signals and mild currents swing through my mind slowly uniting chains of many questions into stretches of many answers that goes across many wings bringing back messages of faith so unstrung and reasonless. Doors of enlightenment Laces these reasonless particles that twinge fragile skins and form so coherent affiliations across renewed compassion that drips like floating ice cubes from many galaxies, which roams through timeless journeys stamping rigors of wilderness into unfulfilled novelties. Bridging traces so many and swimming across storm so many they flutter like wild notes that now remain encapsulated in tears that fall so languidly along prayer rug and sees no dearth in embracing stains of worship.

Individuality

Dribbling drops of my restored passions layers and immerses within console of emerging shores, igniting light which brims so pensively within trudging molds of my heart. As nightfall covers my stars in curtains of many perplexities roads of defiance scrap through many barriers and open up galaxies of many tides that glides away from tramp of dimming eyes. As twilight dissolve into black holes of forgone apathies Windows of hopefulness guzzle storm of many befalls and embrace destinies that were relinquished for long. Rainfalls of many sensitivities embarks tampered skins laden within lonesome isles and spoons across gust of romping emotions towards unseen transitions that whistle awakening of drowsy aspirations. Stream of motions and sensations wet my dry veins and enjoin pathways once fabricated towards unforeseen destinations. Many freeways lurking inside ridges of passing moments ride on winds of my nuances and gradually melt away frost which had veiled mountains of my consciousness since many centuries. As I dip into exploring hideous compassion submerged within rambling voices I brace your existence which seems like a strange splendor covered in soothing warmth and serenity. I slip and slither around its walls and with every fall I so voluntarily slitter away into deepening love that synchronizes my unsung affinities

As I linger around this feeling my desires which had compartmentalized across dispersed neurological affairs finds a catalyst which drives and supports reign of my mystified identity. An identity which had traveled through sands of time, banishing many comforts and confiding many wounds. But today I plunge within sea of many hopes as my confinement fizzles away towards distant encampments and aroma of new found freedom brings together a journey that ebbs and flows without any baggage of abandoned ships reining many inhibitions. A rumbling creed emanates out of rails of my reflection and surges across zones of blooming wisdom that finds a purpose so significant in garden of melancholy. Fluttering meadows chant through rustling decor and circuit towards bliss of evolving faith that instills harmony to derivatives epitomizing vibrant signals in many radiant offerings. The sun melt into streams of honey and I remain like a galloping texture across uncovered skies which weave and designs new patterns across harem of nihilism. A portrait which seems dipped in colors of diverse nature embellishes thrust that rejoices and celebrates in constant appreciation. trumpets blowing in unison pay gratitude to risking amplitude of this momentum as my dream propel towards clinching ascending vision of my individuality

Aura of victory

Embracing colors of green
and intoning
Demeanor of
Unflinching courage
Resilient hearts…
Hold together…
Shine of floating crescent
along cloudy skies
And Take forward
Resolve of many struggles
in field of romping dreams
Exhilarating emotions…
Run down many veins
Igniting and lifting …
Flames of resurgence
Among stream of lost voices
Sweat brimming with euphoria
Layers along
Sturdy skins
As essence of pride
Galvanizes quashed hopes
Towards belief of fulfillment
Shadows of disappointments
recede towards…
Obscurity of yesterday
As rays of many joys…
Spread through…
Aura of victory that
uplifts and enshrines
Spirit of patriotism
That seemed hideous
Within many
for so long

Rumbling storm

Rumbling storm
Emanates within me
So silently
Lashing waves
Of nihilism
Across ridges
Of wandering soul
Which had rested
Dissolving echoes
Into irksome tangles
But as haze of distortion
Shallows beneath
Seas of consciousness
Unwinding drifts
Move forward
like released moths
Tumbling some
Contemplation
Over ripples
Of compounding
Struggles
That for long
had twisted alongside….
Wavering pathways
eluding
streams of
perspiring omens
laden within
Unaddressed impulsion

Essence of Politics

In my naivety I asked a noble politician, is politics dirty, he responded, Son it is only dirty when visionaries encapsulate its true essence in their manifestos….in my rawness I asked a potential candidate, are elections rigged, son they are supposed to be rigged when welfare of a certain vision and point of view is at stake. If democracy was really about pacifying common man, politics would have no end to befit.

If only

If only indifference culminates difference would sneak through shadowed ambits hidden in unfilled potentialities. If only belief emerges oceans would breach through doubted wisdom. If only dreams propel imaginations would break through doors of forgone confessions. If only we persevere dampened hearts would find course of their endeavors. if only we shed our tears hope would find many streams towards lost destinations