It’s time to talk to time about its increasing tardiness, Cannot overlook the concept of fleeting moments- Since they do not spare life from the tumultouos events, Like stubborn crabs, they hold on to the heart in an agonizing way. Counting time on the fingers has imprinted grief instead of lines; Water sickens the skin but still won’t wash them away. Woeful clouds and stink … Continue reading Sunken Time
The letters may have been re-written, Constructed from the deconstructed realities- Of dogmatism, that has been given wings, Prepared from arcane alphabets, Stolen perspectives cordon off the premise; Structured on a foundation of lies, Visions bowed before coercion, Many empty rooms echo but are unheard, While crowded ones are bustling futility. Midnight extends its stay, And morning light reflects the dark sentiments. Fertile thoughts have … Continue reading Before Interpretations
Amitav Chowdhury 