A blurry visage intrigues amidst haze of uncertainties
Unable to gauge the distance- proximity contrasts feelings
Trying to fill the missing memories with continuity
Mind is perplexed and unable to explain the Noumenon
Travails of the senses are manifested in disparate emotions
Gaze intersects in an unknown wilderness of the soul
Any definition of this experience perceived to be a misnomer
Mind should stop going wild and run beyond the now
Unfamiliar moments in life push the heart in turmoil
Incoherent images have to settle down for some time
Before the puzzle can be solved with new eyes and perception©
Amitav Chowdhury 
Beautifully expressed.The uncertainties of life cloud our vision we grope for stability and check our incoherent thoughts and emotions to maintain a balance.The balance between life and idle rumination if rightly struck is the essence of life. Your poetry is deep and introspective.
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Thank you so much, Veena. That elusive balance, to extricate the mind from distractions and ambivalence. When humanity termed stillness as idleness, we failed to realize its importance and concentrate more on busy pursuits which is even more elusive and leaves us with few possessions of value, which becomes a burden to carry. This persistent askew reality of ours is our undoing.
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Very impressed on your vocabulary Amitav.
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Thank you so much, Sumith.
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As I read through your body of work, it is always a sweet surprise when one of your poems strikes the right note for me, that sweet spot that falls between reality and fantasy! I loved this poem!
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We all seek clarity and then the distractions take over and we lose focus and perceptions become blurry. Guess we need to come out of incoherent visions of life. I am glad, you liked this write, Kim.
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Rain is falling and there is mist rising from the dripping trees of the forest, the words I’m reading today are my companions…
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You described a surreal environment. Tranquility plays a tune when every drip touches nature’s chords. Forests are mysterious haven echoing the beautiful sentiment around.
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The forest is my muse…thank you for the added beauty of your words!
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Forests are nurtured from antiquity
Stands tall like a fortress guarding the secrets
Whispers of wind sound melodious, before they are lost magically
Sun and Moon do not find passage
The roads are created by instincts
Forests, the final frontiers, beyond, there’s directionless wandering-
A few lines from me. 🙂
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…amidst the tangled branches and damp green mosses, only those few who dare to fan out their every sense will be rewarded with the path to the forest heart, to reach out and stroke the wild stag that is it’s guardian – and here are a few lines of mine!
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Kim, that’s awesome. We have a poem here. I think it will be nice to post it as a collab. What do you think?
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It is a beautiful poem and I would be happy to see it posted as a collab! Thank you so much!
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That’s awesome. If you wish to add few more lines you may. Let me know. I will post it as a collab for sure. Thank you for saying yes. 🙂
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But do not look long into it’s dark eye for the forest path will fall away, leaving one to wander once again…what do think of these lines for a conclusion?
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I think it’s perfect. They portray a sense of mystery and also urges a traveler to wander beyond.
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…to take a risk or chance! Thank you for this, I love writing poetic lines and your words started the process this rainy morning.
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Rainy mornings and the ethereal beauty of nature is undeniable.
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Posted! 🙂
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I’m looking forward to reading it in full, thank you (again!).
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It’s posted now. You can read it.
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I know… 💖
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great poem
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Thank you.
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How do this vocabulary come to you Amitav?
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Nothing but reading. Do you read? Which type of literature you prefer?
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I have done M.A in English so historical prose,poetry and dramas are mostly before my eyes.
Now through WordPress I’m reading many views on different topics and learning to write.
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That’s good, being a student of English literature I hope you would identify with the following quote written by me, that will explain the importance of vocabulary-
“Writers should not be frugal with words. Expand your vocabulary and you can grow with the language. You will have ways to express your feelings and satisfy the creative dream.”
~Amitav
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Absolutely right Amitav.
But the vocabulary has no end.Evrytime it feels like I know nothing and wish to learn more.
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Learning is a continuous process, we are all lifelong students.
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True
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