Don’t fill up the pages with garbage Have some respect for those pristine spaces Allow the ink to purify the true feelings Wait, before spilling them over in a hurry Wasting their potency on negativity Ink can revive the words with hopeful mantra Chronicle the stories with humility Seeing the ink lose its power over creativity Is painful to the eyes seeking poetic rhythm Integrating … Continue reading Erasing Absurdities
Bogs made up of sludge do not reflect but absorbs light hungrily A strange wetland mired in controversies and mysterious appearances Feet being dragged under by some sinister force; strange behaviour for shallowness Heart sinks, fearing the behaviour of a land that has been deluged with negativity Stinks for sure, but the senses are overpowered by a strange smell Land oozes threatening behaviour while walking … Continue reading Sinister
You can see yesterday’s dawn in some photograph or in someone’s tales There is no way of holding on to it after day is over and rolls over to another time Through darkness, transforming into another day is a miracle of universe That dawn was important but there’s no point reminiscing the entire day Dwelling in today for that few moment to decide on the … Continue reading Not Yesterday but Today
Wandering as a child, with curious eyes and delight of a beautiful world Unmindful of the incessant chatter while working on a secret sweet language To impress the pristine days, who will appreciate the little one’s effort and listen carefully Great virtue to wander through these experiences of seeing days bloom with love Graceful steps feel the vibrations of a universe and bring joe to … Continue reading Wandering
One wishes to keep an all-night vigil to seek the true spirits of mysterious world Away from the distractions of an inconsistent day, the solitude is an escape The open environs are tempting and heart becomes desirous of friendly feelings Fiendish eyes are put to sleep before the celestial eyes look out lonely hearts Pacify the worries before chanting the prayer of universe’s conscious soul … Continue reading Vigil
Poetry is difficult to understand and even more so composing them. Achieving freedom with few lines in verses is no mean task. The poet strives to paint rich imagery to illustrate various human emotions and experiences. It has to be eloquent, even while describing the most difficult emotions; no wonder, the poet has to search deeper to pick the appropriate words. A poet has to … Continue reading Pursuit of Poetry
There’s never an eagerness to hold on to thoughts that have not metamorphosed Haven’t been able to absorb the concepts of the universe to resonate the subtle changes Instead of creating an alter-ego and staring exasperatedly at the faulty mannerisms Reflected off the illusionary mirrors, conceived by the drops of ignorance To stultify the images and also allow them to be mocked at by the … Continue reading The Frivolous Eagerness
At the eternal altar, sitting there cloaked in ultimate silence Affinities of the heart transcended worldly attractions Lyrical mantras reverberate across the celestial dome; a pleasure for the senses Seeking to immerse in the waves of oceanic wonder; like oyster yields pearls, the soul will word of wisdom From the unknown depth to the limitless zenith, a journey of solitary soul Rosy evenings are divinely aromatic; … Continue reading Affinities
Scuttled ideas unsettle the words Through haphazard and unrestrained sentences In scattered ink, blemishes cloak them in weirdness Wiry sentences chained in distorted girdles There’s no scope of curious eyes getting to close to their meaning Lucky, not to be surprised by their wayward patterns Such chimaeras are conceived in some convoluted world Which may not even come from an ovular reality Of life, which resonates … Continue reading Hurried
Gloved hands, elastic feel with stretchy safety measures Craving to touch the surfaces that have been freshly painted To colour the blemishes and cracks of old wooden chinks of rough times Patience of forest silence withers after weathering many seasons Natural colours wear off and withdraw with evaporating moisture Sinewy look of the once robust torso speaks a tale of ages ~Amitav Continue reading Rough Ages
