Troubled relationship with time
Frantic hand gestures upsets its feelings
Thorny moments wound themselves- like barbed wires
Time perpetually swayed by time’s temper
Upheavals in reality and sinister transformations
Reminisces too calculatingly segregates memories
Different apartments- like uncomfortable neighbours they quarrel
Mind is a swift drifter; trying to find solace in frantic thoughts
Frail glorification of life, and touching those desert plants
Means, the fingers will be pricked by conceited branches
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 
At times I dabble in poetry, but I’m more of a painter. On TOP of my blog
(click on the following link https://wp.me/p9EWyp-lz ) is a connection to my artblog Artnotes 2016 – if you like to see some of it – enjoy!
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That’s awesome. I would love to see your paintings. Thank you for sharing the link.
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How beautifully you described that “Mind is a swift drifter”. It’s so true in so many ways when it comes to life.
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The wandering of the mind decides the course of this journey. There is also a conflict between time- ours and the universe’s.
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Indeed there is a huge conflict, I know it well as a Muslim as I read that in the Quran.
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The guidance for life and mankind.
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Saw the Thinker statue thumbnail – so had to visit:) Like the way you describe certain moments in “As iI Drifts”
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Thank you so much. I am happy you liked this poem. 🙂
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