Category: Poetry

  • Labyrinth of Jest: Chronicles in Absurdity

    In the tapestry of chaos, where reason meets its end, Human existence, a riddle, a script hard to comprehend. Absurdity dances, a macabre ballet, On the stage of life, where meaning may decay. In the labyrinth of paradox, absurdity takes its stance, A carnival of folly, a whimsical, wild dance. Each step a puzzle, a…

  • Digital Dilemmas: The Modern Electra’s Dance with Shadows

    In the urban landscape, where skyscrapers rise tall, Lies the modern tale of Electra, in a city’s thrall. A daughter of the metropolis, burdened by shadows, Existential echoes, in neon-lit meadows. In a glass cocoon, her office, a cold steel tower, Echoes of revenge, a modern power. A career’s ascent, a path she must tread,…

  • Sisyphus’ Symphony: Modern Echoes of Existential Despair

    In the shadowed corridors of self, an existential abyss, A modern Odysseus sails through the sea of bliss. Navigating life’s tempest, a ship lost in despair, Caught in the sirens’ song, existential currents to bear. Icarian dreams, wings of ambition soar, Yet, waxen feathers melt, as illusions implore. Existential heights, a perilous endeavor, In the…

  • Echoes of Folly: The Modern Pantheon in Absurd Harmony

    In the labyrinth of existence, echoes the absurdity’s call, Human life entwined with myths, like leaves in autumn’s fall. Sisyphus, the eternal roller of the boulder, Symbolizing life’s toil, an endless shoulder. A modern Icarus, soaring on technological wings, Hubris and ambition, the symphony life sings. Wax melts, and feathers fall, aspirations take a dive,…

  • Wounds in Words

    Whispers in the Shadows Beneath the weeping willows, innocence crumbled, In war’s dark embrace, where hope once humbled. Children’s laughter silenced, like a stolen song, Innocent hearts, where the shadows belong. Through shattered windows, the moon sheds tears, On silent streets haunted by lingering fears. Mothers weep, cradling dreams turned to dust, Innocence lost, an…

  • The Trail of Tears and Blood

    Father, are you still toiling in the farm Or has the season of plantation ended I can smell the monsoon And rain soaked earth! Yes father, I know our oxen are old They cannot pull the plow When I come back, we will buy young beasts And you don’t have to rant them to trot…

  • Eccentric Echoes of the Everyday

    In the tapestry of existence, a common man weaves, A tool in the hands of family, society, and what he conceives. The weight of expectations, a burden he bears, In the grand scheme of life, he becomes ensnared. Within the walls of family, a dutiful role, A pawn in the game, a mere rigmarole. Absurdity…

  • Fractured Realities

    In the city’s heartbeat, a modern woman roams, Caught in the vortex of FOMO, where anxiety looms. YOLO, the mantra, on lips like a spell, Yet, the modern dilemma, a tale to tell. In the glow of screens, she seeks the thrill, FOMO’s whispers, an insatiable fill. A digital carnival, a parade of delight, Yet,…

  • Clockwork Contradictions

    In the concrete jungle, where the towers stand tall, Humans scurry, another brick in the wall. A modern rat race, a relentless spree, Naked in absurdity, they long to be free. Cogs in the wheel, turning in despair, Faces in the crowd, a vacant stare. In the labyrinth of routine, a maze they weave, Naked…

  • Silent Cries on Broken Soil

    In the realm of chaos, where shadows dance, War unfolds, a macabre trance. Battles birthed in the crucible of despair, A symphony of destruction fills the air. Crimson rivers flow, staining the earth, As life’s essence mingles with the dirt. Soldiers, like puppets in a malevolent show, Caught in the throes of an unyielding woe.…