Tardiness of the mind which mysteriously abhors truth Lacunae of interpretations filled up with incessant drivel Every sphere of literature blurred with smoky screens Wings have fallen off the Muses and stands in stolid silence Discussions remain depressed from the vitriolic pourings Corroding the beautiful crucible full of worthy words ~Amitav Continue reading Laments
Things that the heart loves may not be kind to the mind Even, antagonistically scheming toward the soul Loses significance in the fierce love for some extrinsic transitions Short-lived ecstasy does not satiate the eternal soul Temporary does not have the time to mature with the seasons For, every season’s transience births another surprise Life settled in realm of true love can live the freedom … Continue reading Between the Heart and Soul
Amitav Chowdhury 