Experiences

Illusion or Resolution? Lost in the desires of heart, When we leap waves of time, Little do we realise how frail are dreams... Upon the petals of your happiness, They grow and nurture. Its gradual and its personal. 'Time is a construct... Time is artifical...' they say. But it is this invisible weapon, Which withers away your dreams. Leaves you empty, Within and without. You smile but you learned to contemplate, You learned to manipulate. Finally you evolved. With the ways of the world. Pain which cannot be seen One for which words are incomprehensible. It leaves you hollow yet so full. Full of visions of awareness, Full of empathy. But sans dreams and passions... Little fellow. Learn to find solitude. For its 'you' And its your journey... How illusionary or illuminating... Its your own. Just let it be. @ Kanika Kachroo

Venomous Dreams A heap of sand, Upon which we build our dreams, The enchanting magic, Of desires sweet. Of expectations humongous, Time condenses and beholds them. Upon our heart and in our mind it ages moment by moment. The mortal mesmerizes in its webs, But once caught the poison leaves you... Unquenched. Paralyzed. Impenetrable. The numbness of the mind doesnt leave, The venom kills its self image day by day, And all that is left is 'you' The serenity of your emptiness. The stillness of your being. The understanding of this world, Its limitations and limitlessness. And the world within.... The mysticism calls... But the cries are feeble. Get overt the animalistic side, Get over the guilt, After all 'existence' survives. @Kanika

Experiences: The Window: A SHORT STORY : The Window She scrubbed frantically. Her life was an annoyance, she thought. The urge to clean was turning into a habit and this was...

The Window She scrubbed frantically. Her life was an annoyance, she thought. The urge to clean was turning into a habit and this was not letting her go. Her soul was caged. The defeat inside was an entity itself which dominated her reflections outside. She fought, incessantly talked, cried her heart out, shouted within the walls and her eyes couldn’t hide the depth of her sorrow. Her face revealed the scars of an invisible battle. Cleaning her surroundings was a therapy or maybe, it was an illusion for the mind to stay calm. But the demonic creature that mind is, never let her evils go. Sneha was done with her morning household chores. It was still a few hours before her daughter was back from school. She dreaded this moment. This was the time when she had nothing to keep her mind at bay; the solitude that she endeared at one time was obnoxiously dreadful at this present moment. With a heavy heart she settled at her usual place, the corner sofa seat and dazed out of t