I cannot pour others frustrations on my ink They will be blemished and willingly flow away from me From the pages, like a river churning with dissatisfaction While pouring my imagination, drop by drop, I try to arouse them From being a simple concoction of writing aid to a sensitive fluid which can rush to communicate my feelings The pen has to gather that courage … Continue reading The Ink Will Flow
It belonged to the skeptics Time had other intentions Somehow it escaped The confines of restricted reflections Eyes couldn’t believe the magic It unfolded the reality ~Amitav Interpreting creativity is subjective, but they merely mention the frail meanings that arise from a hasty conclusion. There is an instinctive skepticism around the creative process as the individual allows the work to speak for themselves. It is … Continue reading The Skeptics
Amitav Chowdhury 