A world gasping for the plight of human troubles Everyone unsettled, every dream affected by turmoil In solitude, I realise my deep connection with the world Not defined by my boundaries, my ideologies Also, shunning those unethical commentaries Beliefs surviving on rhetorical speeches Superstitiously stepping on the principles of the Universe Only by man alone, the course of humanity undermined Affected by indifference, intolerance, discrimination … Continue reading Gasping
An unmasked reality finally meets the light Enjoying the dawn after a prolonged spell of darkness Joyous tears they are- reflections of freedom and gratitude A world settled there; precious drops sparkle Not entangled in the tentacles of an unworldly energy More secrets will be known through passionate tales Close your eyes for now; O’ satisfied soul, you can feel again Not merely glance at … Continue reading Narrating the Reality
The solitude is peaceful for some Others perturbed by the lack of noise Silence is slandered so crudely Continued betrayal with the Universe Possible reflections behind a shadow A chasm in life where none stands Silence and pandemonium stare harshly Unconscionable moments shatter the peace Uttering some incoherent sentences Fallen time does not respond to the light Waking up is tiresome and boring ~Amitav Continue reading Tough Choice
How endearingly you unsettle the tranquillity Chide silence, and compel it to murmur fear Exploit the emotions unerringly; remorselessly Expressing the fatal contradictions convincingly Precious feelings become ordinary in the turmoil Perverse light affects the pure morning emotions Once insignificant, the errors become menacing The ostentatious display of arrogance is sinful Time shapes into a dagger and kills the dreams Frail remaining hope lost in … Continue reading The Bold Choices
Bones may not bear the thoughts of ancient times Growing up with a sense of lacking a tradition Adhering to so many images that were uncomfortable Temporal dreams gather and form a cloudy weather It becomes a reality- the senses also feel convenient Of accepting the ephemeral tradition, not of antiquity Contemporary thoughts deficient of timeless purpose Rushing to form an opinion, a complete meaning … Continue reading Nothing Unusual, But Disconcerting
Cannot reduce the glowing sun Hold it in greedy hands Stare at it with lusty eyes Glower at the bright morning Whilst feeling gloomy within Alas! Feel helpless? Become aware of human frailty Glory and gratitude is truth Insignificant facade across the earth Cannot obliterate the truth Embrace eternity? The mirage of lies will vanish Myriad desires like shifting sands Erase all the untruths ~Amitav Continue reading Cannot Be
An unwavering trust on the fickleness of man Not time alone, but a lot of jostling with ideas Undisguised celebrations of mistaken identities Fidgety hands flipping the pages too soon Waiting to glance at the blunt and rude images Frank discussions traded with secret gossips A crude demonstration of intolerant coexistence Spaces marauded by a crowd; onlookers rejoice Models of insincerity standing on flimsy foundations … Continue reading Choosing Trust
If not for the quietest moments The words would have escaped Surreptitious knocks on consciousness An unaware soul dreaming of missed opportunities Trying to kindle the pallor flame The world painted gloomily in mundane hues Staying away is not an escape Many perceptions create a hurdle Welcoming the words gracefully Inspiring the ink to flow with unbridled energy Silence is a guide and a … Continue reading Quietest Moments
Today, I am glad to share a wonderful Haiku composed by Tabeenah Anjum, a Journalist, a Photographer (Visual Storyteller), a poet, and a storyteller. She also conducts VisualStorytelling workshops at various prestigious Institutes across India and guides the students. Here is the Haiku penned by her, “In unstirred tea, spring sun outlines, traveller’s face ” -Tabeenah Anjum Here is the link to the original tweet Continue reading Haiku- Tabeenah Anjum
Inside the house, but it feels I am nowhere near my home That I had in my dreams; it is a place, where I rest but thoughts flit about Edgy doors and windows unsure of the sentiments A growing contradiction is visible- weather outside is indifferent The night will be over, the morning will arrive on time Life will knock at the door and pull … Continue reading At Home
Amitav Chowdhury 