Crumpled feelings do not have respite When the numerous creases hide pain They stride across the heart frantically The melancholic soul composes a dirge Flowing ink leads them to a resting place They are accepted between the blank pages© Continue reading Crumpled Feelings
Words sprint ahead without the feelings Impatient tongue influences a conversation Serrated intentions inflict lot of pain Debilitating definitions from pages of prejudices Unabashedly flaunting the lack of knowledge Freedom trapped under colossal pride Minds do not mind leading a devious life Every karmic act comes with their consequences© Continue reading Words and Intentions
The breeze is shy and reticent Not spirited enough to usher merriness Only feeble quivering of the leaves There’s an undertone of resentment One of those morose evenings When nature withdraws into silence Here I am, indulging in a monologue Trying to inspire the drooping Spirit There are occasional acknowledgements With the sudden murmur of leaves Swaying branches do nod at me But I shall … Continue reading Evening Monologue
Amitav Chowdhury 