If I were to speak of something unknown, would you try to stop me because it makes you nervous? It’s perhaps the usual feeling to be wary is such situations! That feeling of uneasiness paints a melancholic feature and the eyes become hauntingly gloomy. Looking at them is saddening, but there is no way I can walk back and change the course to return with … Continue reading The Freedom to not Listen
Clever eyes, clandestine eyes, crude eyes, and curt eyes With all their passions, focus on the peaceful gait of life Poor light, peevish days, and the stealthy pandemonium Hoarse calls to destabilise the half-conscious flow of life A dilettante’s explanation of the nature of existence Feeble fonts are written frantically with the frail hands A space too wide to monitor and even comprehend Enemies emerge … Continue reading It Happens, Eventually
Two feelings too tight is terminated by that claustrophobia Some of the fading ones, frail and desperate to seek an abode Sheltered in the vicinity of another one who is also perturbed The day may be fair, even beatific, but there is feeble dullness All those flowers look bright, but the aromas are stingy Some unknown force holds them in captivity in onerous times Love … Continue reading Too Close
When we cannot keep pace with peace it feels absurd Calamitous dreams flow like the unknown rivers of the netherworld That warm feeling of drowning the self in the desirous current There could be an uprising of a wintry feel- the self-contradiction Frozen time stabs threateningly like a thousand steely knives Stalactite thoughts claim to subdue the mind with fierceness When shadows become bigger than … Continue reading Eluding Peace
Waiting for that light to comfort sleep when the night is frighteningly dark. Even the mind cannot dare to imagine a new dream; its solitude drifts towards another reality. A meek passage to escape the expanse of a dark dramatic deluge that threatens to erode the shrinking space. From where the cultic thoughts arose is difficult to trace, but one can never be allowed to … Continue reading The Darkness that is Difficult
The hypotheses of ignorance against the crude reality of extreme devastation of consciousness that couldn’t care less about the plight of knowledge suffering from apathy and willful erosion. Careless cannot be the usual narrative and escape route for those who hold power and are more interested in its abuse. Every little plot is conceived in the Mephistophelian world. You know, it’s a deal of a … Continue reading Hypotheses and Reality
An open-air theatre; the sounds of a poetic rendition would travel the farthest Such freedom of rhythm born in the heart Today, it will be an extravagant moment for them to seek with sincerity Let it be the unrestrained melody with a rare control over eternity Everything will disappear- the fear, anguish, and city’s laborious movement There will be no measured breath, but only rejoices … Continue reading The Rare Moments
There are no last smiles, their similies stay somewhere Its reflections, memories, and feelings rest with a meaning Spaces smile too; the freedom they inspire from infinity Smiles can be quiet but speaks of a hopeful dream Only charming, in the weird world of generic perceptions Revives the heart from a melancholic yesterday They are not pretences; even the mirrors are joyful Horizon’s infinite smile … Continue reading The Smiles
“Are the thoughts durable enough?”, asks the vulnerable times It’s just early evening that succumbs to the rough hurriedness Persistent demands in an irritable language drown the senses There’s no one to rein in the words; they are of a stubborn nature Forces of a riotous type drive the thoughts across in screeches Chaffed dialogues speak of a more devastating supine nature Looks harmless from … Continue reading Vulnerable Times
The fonts of the earth are esoteric; a language of a more conscious nature rarely resonates with the commonly spoken ones. Such a language does not clamour for space and has the essential rhythm of the universe. The language of such clarity do not congregate at a place for long; they dissipate into the ephemeral reality. Only keen senses have the ability to read and … Continue reading The Esoteric Fonts
Amitav Chowdhury 