Stolid face; for stones cannot utter languages at will Maybe the perception of an onlooker trying to identify the Muse Details in the folds of a face narrates a story Eyes too stare at the inquiring eyes of the passers-by Why suffer boredom? Instead, silence can be translated Stillness should not deter the heart to start a conversation Think of the noise of chiselling and … Continue reading The Silent One Who Speaks
Walking patiently among the confusion that persists for long Allowing not the multitude of sounds to distract the meditation Accepting the greetings of solemn faces without being perturbed A rivulet within is wishing to soften the dry surfaces of struggle Being alive to the desires and enjoyment from spirit of life The roots will be strengthened and branches won’t be bare Listening keenly to the … Continue reading While Walking Silently
When morning takes its eyes away from me I look longingly at the reflections of me against the backdrop When my Spirit walks away to bring back the light There is a voice within which keeps convincing me The love between me and the emptiness is a realisation Waiting for the return of a wanderer who will bring me stories This is the time when … Continue reading A Morning Realisation
Amitav Chowdhury 