We, the ones that carry empathy, love & kindness are often the ones carrying hate, rage & anger. It’s the mere habit to encapsulate things that fall into place & the things that fall out of it. Cushioning every thought that comes to your mind makes you a better human being, yet it becomes imperative that you…
Author: shantanu
Reality of the Untold
When the words move my soul, I begin to unfold, Unfold into reality, the reality of the untold… I make myself desire, the ones that never mould, Can never wish for something, that something made of Gold… You stand like a bridge, making it all sane, It’s tempting, it’s calming, it’s like summer rain… Just…
The Humming Hour Glass
As I sit with a modest noise of silence, I hear the hourglass hum. That steady slip of silent something, every molecule chiming with mutant stokes of light, recalls the piece of past most cherished in time. That subtle grind of sand, invoking the misery that once seemed to be fading away, pertinent to the cosmos…
Asking no due..
Little knew me, thy courageous, a world resides in you, Little knew me, all together, a voice calls so true… Calm, composed, facilitated, without asking a due, Stirring up the cool desire, chanting it all through… Smothering all my guts inside, I stand out of queue, Why? Oh why? Hierarchy of things unfolding,…
The paining trail…
An empty slate, desiring words, to put meaning within the random orchestrated letters. The rules, no rules, can ever be implemented when stating ornaments of empathy. The junction where you start to care and where you know you actually do has a familiar yet strange vibe to it. A certain segmented truth is now the…