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
Amitav Chowdhury 