The withdrawing sources, the dead arteries Lifeless- the stranded winds chatter helplessly Perspiring foreheads wipe off the destiny Life’s sudden bend towards an unknown existence Dissipating energies; wasted in arguments This sudden halt leads to an uncanny future So sure, so bold, so arrogant, so sure of everything Challenging the world, even the existence of life Seeds of rage now devour the vibrancy Smudged colours- … Continue reading The Dry Phase
How much do you feel when you see the world around? Like a child? Or, Like someone who has abruptly chosen to surpass the consciousness Where is the foundation to lay the words for them to grow with each reading Curiosity? Or, Ultimate greediness to mimic the sensibilities of the words of the world Is it really change in perspective? Or, Change in the prejudiced … Continue reading Way to See
Licentious silence; irresolute words wave through these phases Sometimes, never anxious, the uncomfortable calm troubles the garrulous Anticipating the over-anxious tongue to slur through the speeches Asking man to bear the troubles ignited by the unthoughtful elements Tested by the choleric world- an unsettled being choosing many characters Durable chaos, an antithesis to the sublime dreams that are now forgotten folklore Avaricious time, tyrant hearts, … Continue reading Silenced Silence
The strenuous relationship between the archaic and contemporary When the city was created and everything was fresh and jovial Entire populace immersed themselves in the revelry of witnessing a change Dwellings of dreams, marketplaces, brimming with gossips and local fare There’s a smell of freshness in the undulating air- enthusiasm everywhere Crowds from far look like bright embroidery that embraces the city New avenues, and … Continue reading The City Holds its Breath
How many poorly painted paintings can you display Against the walls that are fragile and garishly coloured Promises of that utopian falsehood depicted in many ways Surrealism distorted, with every breath taken in haste Colours were wrapped in suspicious packages Enveloped with artificial sentiments and suspicious blends Overzealous promotions to join the league- symbolic fame Perspectives lack depth while crudely annotating The medium of averages … Continue reading Distorted Perspectives
Beautiful places have always been deserted after being debauched Ideas throng to them like a swarm of locusts dreaming of ravaging the beauty When ideas get a name, they wish for fame and the cult of eulogising them begin Once pristine visage will be tattered by insatiable bites of greediness It is difficult for the eyes to gaze at the grazed scenery; it’s painful memories … Continue reading When Abandoned
Even the most prolific ones feel they should have said more! The silent repentance, the fumbling for words affects them too. What an affliction! There are times that coil up uncomfortably around the emotions and rarely allows them to articulate freely. It feels like desertification! Suddenly, the barren and harsh moments wither the emotions prematurely. The aperture of the eyes gives a silent treatment to … Continue reading The Hostile Climate
Sighs saunter along the garden streaked with melancholic colours When dreams are difficult to attain at the peak of evolving turmoil A garden loses touch with the beauty of life and colours fade too soon Languorous season lean against the grey sky to signal early slumber Frantic ripples now settle down deep into the hidden vortex of the stream The growing restlessness reflected intermittently in … Continue reading The Sighs
Creativity is birthed anywhere, within the four walls, in the wilderness, in solitude, in the midst of a crowd, and even in semi-conscious sleep. Now, there are so many destinations and myriad avenues for creativity and all we can come up with few words of lament and tired feelings, that too by isolating the heart and mind from all the wonderful places. The missing dimensions … Continue reading It is Essential and Important
The hyperbole sounds like impatience that feeds on delusional thoughts Rises, today, every day, from the devious meditations of sorcery Atlas shrinks, languages entangle, and the trajectory of life haywire On the face of this earth, probing with deceitful eyes; challenging creation The chasm between two realities are filled with mysterious hieroglyphs Here, another consciousness is at play- minds cannot settle for a moment Pugnacious … Continue reading Above and Beyond
Amitav Chowdhury 