It’s vain to nourish the soul with jealousy and pride The self-traitorous one wants to snatch away someone else’s morsels Innermost greed weakens life’s forces and consumes the soul like ravenous termites Vainglorious wisdom set-off the unfortunate events of destruction Insalubrious mind wouldn’t mind unleashing a tirade against freedom and love Ignorance is unrepentant; a hardened heart and crumbly soul is perfidious Avaricious dreams devour … Continue reading It’s Vain
A pen without ink is worthless But extremely lethal too Sitting there in idleness waiting to wield its dangerous nature Like an unforgiving rapier draws deep furrows across helpless blank pages Transforms into a monster Extreme psychotic behaviour; runs amok like a naked sword Distraught and wounded pages Are reminders of a pen without feelings Evils are born from sulking and deep rage Never allow … Continue reading Pen
Veneration for the improbable one who can transform this conception That a mind obeys some diktats of nebulous images of figureheads Shrouded in mysterious senses, with many faces in banal masks While there are numerous possibilities embedded in a real sense of being Wily conceptions alter the reality with engineered seeds; criminality and liability Unhindered vandalism of truth stimulates the rocks to shudder The archfiend … Continue reading Conception
None shapes the human soul but eternity’s motherly love Celestial imaginations untouched by worldly imitations Eyes open to celebrate the birth of life’s omniscient consciousness In the womb of silence, soul awaken to the hymn of life Purest communication of life’s emergence from karmic reality From celestial realm to a more human one is wisdom divine ~Amitav Continue reading The Soul
Humbled by time, life presses on to seek few more hours Oscillating reminders of a sharp note snip away meticulously When listening to any other sound isn’t a choice behind closed doors Waiting for a kind intruder to walk away with the timekeeper Rewind the mind and settle down in the warmth of some memories Not tired or saddened anymore when realisation dawns Walking along … Continue reading Time Compels
Amitav Chowdhury 