Looking for permanence in a world that firmly believes in rapid erosion of moments Briefly held near the eyes, before they are taken away for reasons unbeknown to man It difficult reading hastily changing faces and holding on to slowness during times of urgency The killing of desires is a violent act too; “But it’s only desires being slayed”, says a stoic voice Searching for … Continue reading Impermanence
This illusion is a deceitful toy You have no idea where to repose Fidgety fingers and throbbing heart Palpitating life under duress Wiping off the forehead with grimy hands Leaking toy messes with the hands Whether to play with it or destroy? Miserable thoughts guide the hand Are the sighs and pain worthy? Feeling guilty for every action Not being busy is a cursed syndrome … Continue reading The Illusion
Cultivate your natural style of writing, a passion, and flair for creativity. Imitating the stylistic approach of writer/writers does not reflect the individual craftsmanship. A writer, poet, and artist of any genre will definitely be inspired by work of greats, but that does not mean they will necessarily imitate their style. To develop a unique style of creativity requires dedication, natural flair, and the maturity … Continue reading How Original
Consider sitting in front of the mirror for a lengthy period Investigate the reflection for as long as the eyes aren’t distracted Sounds of the world have been muted to facilitate this meeting Conversations can wait, till the intense gaze probes the characters Obviously, it is plural, dual, separated by the chasm of the dilemma Thoughts that arise could be of swapping places for a … Continue reading Mirror Mirrors
What life seems to be and the first feelings about it are reserved Aware of a vault, or a rudimentary lair where they remain hidden Looking at the crumpled notes and the faded promises through sentimental eyes Falling once again for the fallen promises; most of them have been consumed by time It’s a failed journey to look back when the reluctant heart has lost … Continue reading Reserved Feelings
In times of wakefulness, dreams have to wait patiently Little is known of their nature just like few unknown neighbours Where’s the magician from whom I can learn the magic of altering time? Distant faces and their curious eyes try to essay the formal introduction While pacing frantically across the excessively sleepy house seems outrageous Looking at the bed dreadfully that has rejected sleep for … Continue reading Ill-timed
Light feels claustrophobic Trapped by the lascivious eyes Eyes that have devoured ominous images Their gaze is disturbing A predatory relationship with light Collaborating with the unfriendly Chilling flow of life; visible disturbances Endangering the children born Of turmoil that is blood-curdling Love ripped apart savagely Goosebumps reveal the intense fear Acidic tears burn the cheek Many dark rituals to propitiate evil For slandered existence … Continue reading Trapped Light
It is quite possible to have growing resentment for an artist and writer. There could be two reasons- either they create nonsensical work or they are exemplary but disliked by peers and enthusiasts because they shatter stereotypes and do not conform to their idea of creativity. The average or mediocre work is still acceptable! That creativity cannot be numbers and percentages game is quite frustrating! … Continue reading Criticisms
It’s not willingly that one wants to drag his feet through a surreal world Here, thinking that everything can be reversible, manageable, and even convenient According to the caprices of human indulgences that muddles our faculties Sheltering tormenting thoughts add to the frenzy of events from their womb All the ecstasy induced by some delusional phantasmagoric effects on the psyche Emanations are diluted and rarely … Continue reading Real but not Surreal
One has to pray that the days do not become too choleric For night suffers from a negative temper and emaciated from it The shadows look hideous when they hum painfully of spoilt moments Earsplitting echoes trigger an agonizing hallucination in the mind Wronged in so many ways, the abused days and night seek revenge Indelible smudges of intemperance look like blue patches on frail … Continue reading Choleric Days
Amitav Chowdhury 