WordPress weekly photo challenge#1

All time favorites#1

With each sip of dark coffee,

Inhaling every bit of dark thoughts,

Pulled by the gravity of being alone,

Pushed by the fear of getting torn.

Still,

Blurring the bereaved moments of the day,

Focusing on meager joy on the way,

Though negligible as they say.

Via WordPress weekly photo challenge: all time favourite#1

Whisper of hope

I heard faint whispers,

Whispers of hope, even in the dark,

But, accompanied by dim light of the stars.

Whispers of my unknown name,

Lingered in my ears,

Soothing and delicate,

Like I have known them for years.

Casting shapes in the clouds,

Only I can figure out from the ground.

This whisper of hope,

though faint and dim,

Glide flawless with the wind,

Collecting all my strengths

Beyond infinity.

This whisper of hope,

Digging dreams from my depth,

Taking them to my consciousness.

It let my calmness to grow,

Rhythm of my song to flow.

But I am the amplifier

Of this faint whisper,

Whisper of hope.

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Via daily prompt: faint

A twisted philosophy

The latent veiled threat

of rationality,

Of balanced impartial philosophy,

Rise due to emotion,

When there is no sufficient reasons.

Where the heart drains the brain,

Or the brain ceases to react.

Where the alternatives are the only choice,

Where the irrationality is the only logic,

This is where the humans survive.

This is where the personage evolve.

With the naked half truth,

The delusion of significance.

The belief on the eyes,

About everything as black and white.

But it’s not so dear,

It’s not always zero or one,

It’s a string of half or fractions,

Be it rational or being unreasonable,

But the life of every individual,

It’s just a half baked fiction.

Where a word has disparate meanings,

In each subsequent paragraph.

Nothing to deduce,

Nothing to conclude,

It just goes on

With new yet twisted view.

First and second degree of act..

First act,

Always intriguing and exciting,

With blurry days fleeting and rolling,

Of half memories with no faces.

But the second act,

that’s where the depth comes in.

The subtle yet profound

Meaning of everything.

Some associations of ordinary things,

With contentment in daily life.

Some amusement with trivial segments,

Shifting the mood from blue to pleasant.

The first act,

Being amateur and naive,

Goes on and on

without prior warning.

With no red lights to stop,

And no green to go.

Still, some get lucky,

While some get real bumpy.

But the second act,

If wired shrewdly,

Will become the cause of felicity.

The first act,

Though easiest to plot,

Is an ephemeral drill,

With lots of void to fill.

The second one,

Though hard to design,

Will tell you the right papers to sign.

So enjoy both the degree

Of first and second act of life,

With courage and dignity.

Learn from the intriguing first,

To make the second one best.

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Via daily prompt: degree

The cosmic stardust 🌟

Lost between some unknown stars,

And an eclipsed moon,not so far.

There I am, wondering to unravel,

Trying to apprehend,

The mystery of the unexplained,

The riddle of my strange presence.

Is that me, 

the unknown in the known galaxy,

Or a normal being of earth,

but in a foreign universe.

Where the air can talk,

Whisper with my songs,

But changes the chorus,

To suite their consonance.

The eclipsed moon,

And the cosmic stardust,

Hypnotize my wisdom, 

To make me their perpetual member.

With no sign of feelings,

Whether bitter or pleasure,

Angry or comfort,

This might be a world of neutral zone.

A sense of repose

Even in the turbulent air,

A touch of imperforate,

Even when no one is there. 

Existing moment of essence

Swirling voices,

Whispering, climbing helplessly

Onto never ending stairway of wisdom,

Yet fall off while intersecting

 with the looped gamut of emotions.

Oscillating within past and future,

What had happened,

And yet to happen.

But no traces of in between,

Where the thoughts are actually perceived,

The existing moment of essence,

What we call our today or present. 

WordPress weekly photo challenge: favourite place#1

Via WordPress weekly photo challenge: favourite place

A cloaked face

Like the past six months, today was also the same day for Adrian. He drove again 10 km away from his home to visit the same person who lives in a dark room with not a single ray of light, always covered with a blanket no matter what is the weather outside. An uncommon attire from where you can only see the eyes blinking, as if no other body part is alive inside. He had the same 5 min conversation with this person and asked the same questions again, “Please tell me did you see her?  Did you saved her? At least just tell me did she tell anything about me? How can you be so rude? You know very well I am continuously coming here to ask the same questions that only you can answer. On one hand you tell me that you saved every single being from that tragedy, yet you don’t tell me about my love, my life. But still I will not give up. I will come again and again for my love”.

WordPress weekly photo challenge: beloved#1

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Unexpected, but…

Unexpected, but true,

Getting old with a smell of new,

With every passing minutes and seconds,

Subtle, though the change for everything.

From a little rain,

To become a hurricane.

From the colossal woodland,

To become an arid land.

No connection,

When looked from a single point,

Just like an old and torn book,

With missing pages and unadorned look.

But lies a story in the hidden pieces

Of chain of events of subtle changes.

Unexpected, yet fair,

Unraveling the layers of truth,

One by one,

By gathering more guts.

Unexpected, but real,

Where dreams can give tears,

A dream that holds the heart,

Some with screams, some with laughs.

Unexpected, but unique and profound,

Thought process of every being found,

Inner sense of strength and power.

Vested in one and all.

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Via daily prompt: static