It is not about the origin of contemporary voices But about their expression in abundance and vitality Echoes in a restricted space; tossed unnecessarily Assortment of ideas reluctantly beside each other This hour or that, there is always time to be blamed For, miscalculated articulations cannot defend Crispy moments are noisy and extremely delicate Counter-narrative exposes the tension and insecurity Clock gathers the courage to … Continue reading Some Voices
It’s my inability to ascertain the nature of morning’s fragrance Still searching for that particular sentiment After all, defining the ever-changing mood of Universe is inconclusive Enticing the senses at early hours with sonorous hymn A vision transcendental and its eminence visible to an early riser Initial stillness holds immense energy of cosmic brilliance Life’s essence waiting to be held closely by a soul Pulsating cosmos … Continue reading The Essence
Anchored in depths of nothingness Nature’s enthusiasm yelling at mirthful heart Uneventful furlough chained to the waves A willing moment guided by the winds Framing dreams when viewed without a window Transfixed eyes keep aside the questions Innermost trepidations are unanswered Energetic wasps sting the restless heart Towards the charming Sun is the only dream Waiting for the inner storm to die down And judge … Continue reading Disconnected
Pull back the night Dawn isn’t fair enough Time seeks the destined light Recline for few more hours Wait for the bright face Singing in rhythm of life Love is natural radiance Time slows down For the heart can reminisce Restored faith and effulgence Courteous eyes vision a soul Embraced in kindness Softer moments of time Leaves an indelible verse Recited in loneliness Like a … Continue reading Some Time
Even before the words start reciting The eyes take that inefficient leap Confident of overcoming the gap But, there are prolific narratives Series of unexpected surprises Overt creativity and metaphorical geniuses Steps of worldly rhythm incompatible Supposed nonsense with much emphasis Holed up soul in abject condition Given precedence to solitariness Oh! That blockhead Haven’t seen the glitzy world Probably, writing an epitaph What an … Continue reading Not only for the Words- Sentiments Beyond
Words that burn to speak true Offers trifling solace to see their plight Such a gentle thought pushed away Unheard, the screams turn rebel Intellect seduced by grandiloquence Stealthy messenger ignites a spark Obedient thoughts held hostage Eloquence of untruthfulness Heart is busy with the occasions Celebrating events fateful Violated feelings wish to speak Setting fire to the words Offer some light to darkness Not … Continue reading Fateful Words
Bunch of old thoughts Now shrivelled Plucked from branches Dry twigs Held by elastic band It’s the fatigue Pallid face Summer’s anxiousness Stolen potency Scarred with intensity Of their uselessness The cornered ones Stand there in attention Abandoned thoughts Eagerly foolish Girdled melancholy Censured branches Wait for rains ~Amitav Continue reading A Bunch
If it is not Praise that Light showers on us Every dawn stares at the soul with questions Stifling the communications hold no promise Here, the maddening contradictions of stars What reins the mind? Revolving in a disorderly manner Misinterpreting the truthful nature of Light Capsized feelings pulled away by the tide Echoing depths contradict praiseworthy language Obliged to emulate the aberrations An alternate breath tries … Continue reading Continuing Narratives
Taken over by time, the abandoned nest is forgotten When dreams have wings and set eyes on distant lands Between the modest branches, wind unsettles emptiness Behind the bunch of leaves echoes of silence There is that restlessness in the onlooker’s eyes It’s not a fairy-tale which is being narrated Life is set in motion with an instance of trusting A relationship with life … Continue reading Through Time
The hunchbacked day and its stolid appearance Looking not in the eye of busy wayfarers Searching for the fallen dreams Stowing them in a nondescript place of concrete Difficult to get away from stringy dialogues Every possible window has a hazy look Frosted breath and the perennial struggle Still, there is hope Without stomping in exasperation Freedom of life is writ on a soul Help the … Continue reading For the Day
Amitav Chowdhury 