WordPress Weekly photo challenge: experimental#2

Life is quite smooth,

Either it’s crimson red,

Or midnight blue.

Via wordpress Weekly photo challenge: experimenting


Illusions of reality

A beautiful carved illusion,

Where reality is only a fiction.

Where a myth is simple to accept,

But the truth is allowed to reject.

This is the world,

A reality of illusions

Or illusions of reality.

This is where we all live,

This is where we all breath,

Looking at this mangled view,

From rose coloured glass with dew,

Hiding behind the illusions,

Escaping from the realism.

Trapped in a web of delusions,

Surrounded by the mist of evasion,

Knotted in a string of fallacy,

All these may look like luscious reality,

But, these knots can lead to real tragedy.

Trying to seek true identity,

To bisect the angle of myth and reality,

But the effort is continuously affected,

By the reflection of fake and manipulative.


They meet each other 

with broken foundations,

But convene their scattered fragments,

to build a perpetual one.

They learn to love,

Without any condition,

Change their misfortunes,

To an unexpected boon.

Their life takes

An unexpected whirl,

Toward an aisle,

So bright and clear,

To convert their broken road,

Into the charm of adventure,

To nurture their bond,

With love, care and affection.

Hard to explain

 “From the outside looking in, 

it’s hard to understand.

From the inside looking out, 

it’s hard to explain”

Even this particular sentence is tough to explain or interpret. Sometimes I just can’t tell anybody how I really feel, what’s exactly running in my mind. It’s not because I don’t know the purpose or I don’t have the guts to explain but I really don’t have the exact words to make them understand. My whole dictionary of words seems obscure to me. My mind forces me to stay silent but somehow this silence becomes the sole reason for my chaotic heart. But the worst part is when this turmoil becomes evident on my face which starts a protracted array of question from the people, but with no answers from my end. Well, some are genuinely worried, others who just wants a story for their entertainment. Even if I have no answers, they can make a full-fledged story depending upon their level of perceptions. What I want to say is that they have no right to judge my choices if they don’t understand my reasons.

Some perceptions, it’s simple to feel, but complicated to explain logically. Because feelings do not require words but explanations do. And I taste my words of explanation before spitting them out. This is what makes me dubious while giving explanations. I want to talk about it, I want to take it out of my system, I want to scream the hell out of it, but all I can do is to say, “Nothing, I am fine”. It’s like so many words to say but no ways to say them.

 “Some things in life are too complicated to explain in any language

  -Haruki Murakami

Via daily prompt: dubious


A Missing understanding

Two mouths moving,

Yet saying nothing.

Two hands approaching,

Yet scared of touching.

Four eyes staring,

Holding the same canvas,

But depicting different etchings,

Giving rise to misguided feelings.

Whispers rise into gaping ears,

Echoes of inequitable and sense of withdrawal,

Full of ire leading to misjudgment,

Coercively proving each other wrong.

To feed their ego, to neglect their dispute,

They stop explaining and chose to be mute.

With conversations of half sentences,

They planted the seed of misunderstanding,

With the other half of their sentences,

Becoming the root of conflicts and antipathy.

Their chaotic silence of hatred,

Burgeoning the desperation

For distance and separation,

Based on the trivial assumptions.

But it is a simple complication,

Of their miscommunication.

Blend the colours

White is positive, white is shiny,

Black is negative, black is gloomy.

Red is love, green is honesty,

Yellow is conflict, gray is sluggish,

Blue is peace, purple is royalty.

Oh come on guys, seriously?

Stop giving your emotions a colour,

Give them a chance to paint your picture,

Unbiased and scrupulous.

Make your black so luminous,

Give your white some darkness.

Expand your spectrum of love,

From red to all colour available.

Stop separating colour

by your narrow understanding,

Consider this separation,

Only in your laundry.

Let’s blend all the colours,

To create a masterpiece,

A sole colour of virtue and bliss.

Without signifying them for war or peace.


Via daily prompt: black