The room bares its claws and fangs… the emptiness prevail. It bruises, a self-inflicted one repeatedly… that is all mine.

Translocated to another…

a little relief, without their presence…lack of their omnipresence within the constrained four-walled world. Sometimes a vision in oneiric dreams - within a convergence of the realism and surrealism. But, not quite becomes the one unique entity.

‘Time’ doesn’t synchronize with one. It goes on its own… aimlessly … an endless forward march with its own trust and value of innocence… knowingly that “Truth has different forms”.

It’s a belief- the events in our favor - are our own. But, it’s a disbelief – those are countering hopes…are generally disowned.

A general misgiving … seems imperishable. Forgetfulness is a bliss…humans are blessed with.

Sometimes we are incapacitated to this virtue… Myriad remnants stir waves from the long-forgotten concerns of the murky mind.

‘Desire’ is ageless… sometime seems to look for a ‘conviction’ into a belief. It appears to erode us from within… will perhaps make us stronger to forbear together and hence fortify the future… to bear with the ravages of time.

( On Going....)