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
There’s no stopping someone fighting one’s own illusions Pounding the Earth with tired feet and resisting the images with flailing arms Speaking to deceptions requires one to create a language deceptive enough Tremulous earth signals the tremblings which have convulsed the inner world Despairing because of tumultuous moments fill the eyes with bitter tears Sweet illusions no more, the strained neck positions the face to … Continue reading Of Illusions
Time slows down and toils enough to gain freedom from the huddle Curbed thoughts fastened to train of thoughts that are inappropriate Feeble readings from the fatigued pages recite a laborious composition Wilted words crushed by the huddled feet trample them to dust Oh the passionate one feels the urge to break away from crowded places Ward off the ill-effects of inclement times and ride away … Continue reading Toiling
Of a drifting night across the stellar paths A dreamy reality honours the wisdom of a solitary traveller Birthing peace from darknesse’s womb Start of new millennia guided by celestial eternity Healthy soul speaks a sweet language while mothered with love Pure tears wash away the hostility and pain of Earth Of a night that drifts towards new beginnings Sublime life looks towards the new … Continue reading Of Drifting Night
Wild imaginations may be considered a nonsensical play on words Invoking the tragic elements to counter with more bizarre arguments Turning away from an intellectual adventure Depending on mere rhetoric and narcissistic pleasure Theatres can’t be filled with audiences for such display of characters Applauses blended with sarcasm may seem to be an exalted reaction The spirits of yore cannot be called upon to hear … Continue reading Ostentatious
The words do not become a symbolism of an escapist Neither a pacifist nor a radical activist They merely do not appear from somewhere, but carefully contemplated Speculations can go wrong, as thoughts depraved invade simultaneously All contradictions aren’t indications of well thought of a plot Words are those messenger who can become rebellious Always prudent to take that pen to craft the words carefully There … Continue reading Beyond Symbolism
Ashen sky scorched by the flares of celestial rage At eventide, faithful eyes seek some reconciliation Is this image a metaphor for some events to come? Vision penetrates the eyes with mysterious intensity Time burns away; the smouldering sky waits for night Darkness can cradle the palpitating heart for a while ~Amitav Continue reading Mysterious Sky
When thoughts are not ours to keep Cannot be abandoned either Without ruminating much over their fate Magnetism of reality transforms them into actions Not preferably preferable But fatal optimism draws them out from hiding That train of thought leads towards incidents Cannot be figured out from their disguise From one place to another Which one is really trustworthy? Principles of tragedy contemplate Characteristic of … Continue reading Thoughts Consequence
Yawning eyes, tired tongue, and scattered thoughts Yes, it’s a predicament that may not go away soon Unmethodical tantrums set an upsetting rhythm A thousand chimes in the mind hit the neurons Fidgety fingers cannot point at the specific areas Strolling aimlessly in a zig-zag way of flippancy Affinity is a distant idea for the neglected thoughts ~Amitav Continue reading Distant Affinity
Amitav Chowdhury 