Do not be awake to honor the clocks Here and there, measuring life like stern sentinels Sometimes warns us, restricts the adventure Even before I contemplate being a wanderlust Time spies on us, the most ancient spy on earth Confessions of our vulnerability tricked by time Seek healing from time? It knows every grain of secrets Keeps us distracted by the setting up of events … Continue reading Being Awake
The lonely soul is lonelier in a formless world Surrounded by a haze, the tranquil waves of across a thoughtless mind Lonely time follow the cosmic flow around a bend, a steep descent Nothingness embraces again like a mother’s womb Deeper into an eternal sleep for unknown eons Loneliness heals while an out of sync era transcends An escape after a long history of turmoil … Continue reading Evolution of Loneliness
Is there a tree where different types of fruits tempt you, but there is that one fruit missing, the one you love the most. You remember the tenderness, the succulent feel that satiated your soul. Yet, this tree crowded with fruits, burdened branches where crowds rush in, as if this is a miracle. One tree can yield so many different fruits, but the hunger for … Continue reading Observing the Tree
Overpowering silence survived the chaos Feeble stirrings disguised their feelings before dawn Waking up lonely and empty while greeted by mundane mornings It was the wickedness of time that restricted any passage Emotions stopped reminiscing the missed opportunities Some paths never meet but come closer at a bend Different travellers determined to reach a destination Wary looks and hurried greetings are escape routes Delayed aches … Continue reading Delayed Love
Words bloom later, seasons and poets have drifted apart Poetic emotions lose relevance, like a lost child in a busy street Far away from home, mixed feelings about the indifferent world Where is that romanticism of life? Ossified heart have fallen into a deep chasm, feels no more Love does not pulsate anymore; it’s a ritual, a mere symbolism Comparison with proximity, but there is … Continue reading Lost Poeticism
Night contemplated taking away the dreams farther I cannot risk the comfort of a numb darkness… indifferent time and region Some spaces are anomalies, like sunken areas, where I have fallen I can recognize myself, the language I speak, even as I struggle outside the realm Impassive faces and cold souls, there are languid movements, but no progress Have I missed the time? Forgotten to … Continue reading A World of Two Nights- A Poem
Write when the creative juices flow, struck by a passionate creative angst to carve out our own stories, nurture them, praise them or put them on a pedestal, with ink, carving out their space, before presenting them to the world for some sincere scrutiny and sometimes harsh critiques. Writers write, stories and experiences accumulate, memories tickle the pen…everyone of them wants a tribute. -Amitav Chowdhury Continue reading Why write?