Drowned in slurry of thoughts Half submersed head convey a thousand pleas Weighing down heart’s utterances Into submission in a mortar and pestle Only to be abducted by a deluge Watching through the filth Weeping won’t salvage the predicament ~Amitav Continue reading The Deluge
The idea of a perfect poem is labyrinthine Like seeking the perfect reality Illicit sentences disqualify the emotions Serpentine lines speak malevolently Bitter judgment of a debilitating mind Rebellious, they disown any rationale Dark matters have been puzzling Poem wishes freedom Eagerly waiting to express them Without the hawkish eyes Nibbling away the truthfulness None have to disown life To seek a perfect poem Journey … Continue reading A Perfect Poem
Amitav Chowdhury 