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
Amitav Chowdhury 