Wronging the self and denying the freedom of looking at open skies Not expressing loud enough so echoes can play around in wilderness Life is unstirred by the ripples of openness Misses out on the frolicking taste of wandering with positive dreams What’s the point of embellishing those feelings with falsehoods? Reading something macabre every day to arouse the demons In the cauldron of woes throwing … Continue reading Tempest
It’s there, everywhere, even within you In your dreams from the subliminal world Consciousness of the day and night blends A course of flowing realisation sparkles Grim places are sanctified with pious feelings Flowing consciousness does not ferment Images do not curdle from fear of darkness Bitter drinks no more, only ambrosia Mouth feels spirited with positive language Every laughter is crystal clear and sincere Shivers … Continue reading Everywhere
Amitav Chowdhury 