The boy could only stand between the light source to cast a feeble shadow on the ground. His silence was perceived to be his weakness, and his slender structure was inappropriate for the chaotic world. A world that plunges into a dangerous phase of conflicts that swallow the bravest. His eyes swallow the dangerous images in a stoic manner. Benumbed by the repeated lashes of … Continue reading The Boy
There is a certain degree of honesty that cannot be repressed when it involves something controversial. That controversy may arise from cumulative negative behaviour. Curiosity about the controversial characters and their deeds become fodder for the minds. The best part about these controversies is that they can be chewed upon longer. Negativity is extremely resilient and supposedly has the secret juice to keep the minds … Continue reading Lingering Chaos
A dreadful dream of everything bowing due to intense pressure A grim desire to be in a pride posture and look scornfully The dishevelled reality will be pulled away and folded Discarded somewhere in a dilapidated structure- a reminder of past conflicts Yes, the clocks are too tired to move ahead at a frantic pace The feeble tick-tock announces the dreary moments One by one, … Continue reading Bowing Down
Things that were found drowned in the thoughts A moment of reluctance, then indulgence, sprouts of confusion Split in the middle; the forced germination and feeble roots of trepidation Speculating the things that the heart seems to have lost Irony! They were there, eyes glanced over them, but chose to ignore Obstinacy, thou shall try to choke the voices of sincerity That rare gleam of … Continue reading From Nowhere
A moments lapse widens the chasm Yes, the journey continues through naysayers’ claims Paths riven with a force vigorous and pernicious When contemplated nothing, choices become violent Pledging over the banality- time utters new diktats Walking across the reality; a rhythm of silent rampage Lusty eyes speak of the diabolical dreams Cosmic silence is a mysterious language to interpret Cryptic signs, designs other-worldly, appear faintly … Continue reading Moments Lapse
It requires a self-determined mind to cultivate your thoughts, only that is your own, which is not affected by biases. When it is time to consolidate your thoughts, do not give on to the immense pressure of diluting the individuality with majoritarianism. It is foolishness to feel privileged in an environment that changes every millisecond. The particles which compose a thought are unique in that … Continue reading When Thoughts are Determined
The acts of superficiality become a formidable cage after some time Tightly wound in a convoluted pattern The wired patterns strangle the real essence Immense effort of the toiling minds behind the deeds Time, twisted and forced to a grotesque meaning, crooks reality Delicate senses just evaporate like the fine fragrance Unable to bear the cunning dilemma between life and utter vanity Split images, reflections … Continue reading Something Superficial
Wisdom retreats at the hint of the setting sun Unhallowed time trickles down at a steady pace Through space and reality offended by darkness Not the archetypes, but an alternate manifestation Some magician’s interesting twist to the moment Now there is time to interpret the phobic gloom Whence flows time from the conduit of fear The course of time derides remnants of wisdom Apparitions speak … Continue reading Retreat
Not a pinch of remorse over the death of metaphors They are buried and forgotten somewhere in the past In an unknown land where they once flourished Given a new meaning with the venerable ink Those who spoke frankly of the feelings- happiness and sorrows When souls ran deeper into the heart of life Looking for meaning in triumph and misfortunes Return every day to … Continue reading Death of Metaphors
Some days are just glances, others stay here to scrutinize Their temperament lasts a little longer- Moods sway between tranquillity and unsettled time Prompted by the duality of a day split into ‘either’ and ‘or’ Silently the oars cut through the little undulations On days like these, the mirrors are also confused The reflections are scattered and multiplied erroneously You never decide the colours on … Continue reading Unsure Days
Amitav Chowdhury 