Naïve Lure
Naïve Lure Umpteen thingsYou want to doBut the universeConspires, that tooIf only one knewThe road the mapLeast they knowwhere they headed areWhile the same universeConspires the seedOf naive lureThat it
Stasis
Stasis Where’s the fire that once ragedUnapologetically when things rolledThat pushed me forward towardsThe mysterious all pervasive future To the higher dimension thatI dreamed about unintentionallyUnaware and uninitiatedCarried away by
Sometimes it feels..
Sometimes it feels.. Sometimes it feelsthat you are a part of the flow you can’t escapemakes you forget the fundamentals lost in the quintessentialssomewhere, you crawl towards the faint lightsomehow,
What is, What’s ought
What is, What’s ought A romantic sees a realist suffershackled by what is than what’s oughtfeels every minute wastedforgoing all things he ‘did’ not And, So does a realist seethe
On Causality
On Causality what is a wave for a piece of strawthat it waits eagerly when it wants to movesometimes the wave intends and othertimes it doesn’tfor in the natural order