Steady waves unfurl in

the oceans of unconscious

The mind twirls the soul

and the soul comes to moan

Dark waters

Black matter

Yet all I see is the Inkblot splatter


Why is my well so toxic

I worry my Freudian wonders

Our lobes are continents

which we fail to explore

afraid what more adorns

this reservoir of repressed thoughts and emotions

Oh! Who would want to sail this darned ocean?

Thought no explorer ever.



By Anonymous


She appeared on the hallways of my dream

Like the trusted friend she once was,

Outside our school auditorium she held me

All at once with her gentle yet solid embrace.

We were back once again

As ‘best friends forever’

However childish it was

I knew that she was in my corner always

She took that belief along with her

When she left me stranded

In this island of strangers

And sailed away to la la land

On her brand new friend ship.

But in that illusory moment

Conjured up in my head

Thanks to some residual memory

All that was broken is fixed

And things unsaid didn’t need to be said

She anchored me to earth again.


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Aletheia (Ancient Greek: ἀλήθεια) is truth or disclosure in philosophy.The literal meaning of the word Aletheia is “the state of not being hidden; the state of being evident.” It also means factuality or reality.

Bitupan Das  from the ode to somnambulist blog and a famous blogger in zeading  is sharing a poem with us today. Let us sit back and enjoy – with a cuppa of coffee of course! 🙂


Climbing the mountain hollow,

To Finding thee.

Climbing like a spider ,

But dark clouds above me .

Laughing like thunderstorm,

Climbing arachnid me.

Gravity is my best foe,

But like to play with thee.

But you give me the free fall,

To meet the dream of me.

Now I can see mountain hollow,

Black hole every dream,

Infinity is my address,

And gravity within me.


Author’s note : By this poem, I want to show you the other side of the truth that we probably know but we refused to accept it’s truth. Maybe only death can. Maybe this is the limit only we know about. Maybe after death furthermore journey of a soul, we will know. And more truth. Now,this is the maximum possible distance that I can travel……. in search of truth. Remember nothing is absolute.

For the worse

 By Naveena Pradeep


I have seen the world at peace,

I have seen the way it is

Watched it through my eyes

Moving round at ease.

People change as its moving

Stop loving each other

No one likes to stay

They’re no more together

As they try and look for shortcuts

To reach heaven in the worst ways

Each one of them going nuts

As they’re playing part in the play

May it cost a big fortune

Even then, they’ll reach the moon

Just to buy a piece of it

So as to call it their own .

Wonder, to think there was a time

Or could it have been just a dream

The earth and every regular sight

Every life use to glitter as the lights

Have become things I can see nomore.

Like a page in a book, somebody tore.

Good among evil grows

As a rainbow that comes and goes

Foes among your closest friends,

Has become humans latest trend.

Always singing the same verse

Continuing with the same old curse

But people keep changing for the worse.




By Bhuvana from the ‘untold forever’ collection 


Fate ( image borrowed from google)

Disappeared in the darkness of the mist
I search for destiny
Lying about estranged from view
Hide n seek of agony
I try hard n win it over
But yet trip over n yet fall
And wait for unrepaired chances
Which never comes at asll
Melancholy strips nude in the valley of darkness
Luck suddenly appears with a veil and long flowery attire..
I smile at it with embracing hands ..
And believe that the soothing linen with cast its spell
Of richness and probability
Of everything that is going to be well…
I stand alone with the will to fight
Oh armour of fate..come with all might
For the reason of existence is my belief ..that
You by my side for another new firm relief…