Is it the fear of age? Or, the anecdotes of preceding ages That acts as a catalyst Maybe too many voices Barely explained But too many perceptions and opinions A family of uneasy questions Trying to suppress reason with rage Branches are too feeble To set foot on them is precarious Of which roots are feeble They rarely have the passion Entangled in persistent dilemma … Continue reading Bleakness
Burden of insecurity compels one to devise means of excessive and unjust scrutiny. ~Amitav Continue reading Insecure
A reticent evening has been quiet for too long Had enough of the city temperament and bustling crowd There isn’t any affection for the artificial noise Turning away from the scene and melting away into twilight Distant horizon embraces the silence to create magic It’s only desirable to wait for the night’s ethereal incarnation ~Amitav Continue reading The Retreat
Amitav Chowdhury 