The season of unease
Creeps up unnoticed
The mind creates mirages
Seeking solace in illusions
And truth is hidden
Beneath layers of disquiet
Shall I peel them off?
Or shall I let rose-tinted glasses
Render the blues pink?
That which is revealed
May be sordid but true.
But is truth everything?
When life itself is a myth
Why hold truth supreme?
The season of disquiet
Of still curtains awaiting storms
Is upon me.
I choose to close windows for now.
The season of unease and disquiet
July 10, 2012
Nupur Chaturvedi 
Comments on: "The season of unease and disquiet" (1)
i really think you should share your work more actively now. the last few pieces have been rather good….this one, i particularly love….what’s more it’s equally good without knowing the context i think!