It might be a prudent realisation that one can decide not to read the extraneous thoughts appearing in a string of sentences. Eyes have to adjust to the lengthy pointless meandering, then the mind will have to deal with the exaggerations and tiredness of a language. One can only become adept at a simple translation of a complex metaphor. When thoughts arise, they come with … Continue reading Realisation
No one can be compelled to interpret the meanings Sometimes, there are none, only beautifully crafted Lengthy composition with a hint of elitist utterances Plucked from the esoteric world, dampened with gloom A strange attraction, splashes of unfathomable ink Of whose composition and chemical nature is unknown Toxic, from the dormant days, it spoils the fragile pages Conquering feelings that are precious, with a venom … Continue reading Enfeebled
Resigned feelings utter in dismay, the harsh truth Injustice is being committed in the name of change The mazes seem to be narrower and time-consuming Tyrant times are pushing the crowd towards resentment If at all, there was some love in the bosom, now gone It is an uneasy feeling to break away from the chain of events Infirm climate, a sullied environment, expanding melancholy … Continue reading Resigned Feelings
Fury had the evil eye to destroy Gathering itself, empowering with tremendous energy The nature of the phenomenon is unfathomable When humans claim to have witnessed everything There is always a twist in the reality Distorted; with it, extreme force to strangulate The essence of life- plunder the settled nature Probably, thinking of a transformation A few hours of fury uproots confidence Dreams, desires, and … Continue reading Fury
A fragile day weighs heavily Distorted by the gusty winds Threatening clouds Lightning sparks nature’s debate Emptied streets ne’er complain Many sighs and frowns Even windows are stubborn Rapidly evolves a gloominess Violates the uneasy tranquillity Smudged dreams drip like paint An aged reality breathes uneasily Defaced spaces bathed overnight Tastes of repentance on the tired tongue Yet, struggles to confess The follies that have … Continue reading It Feels Heavy
People abhor criticisms and people who have been thoughtfully criticizing (they are never addressed as critics, but unwanted judgemental people), pointing to a course correction for humanity; be it in educating more than the institutionalized lectures, to understand human feelings more compassionately, to communicate with people without partisan views, who can enhance your knowledge and vice versa. Remember, before any religion, politics and business, it … Continue reading Why the Criticisms
Looking in the wrong direction Some mysterious events are distracting Considering you are inattentive Even naive; the reality was not a good tutor Like an early arrival A new destination for an uninitiated traveller Who wished to move around Untrained eyes always look elsewhere Unsolved riddles become trickier Restless soul plans to leave Without planning for the next journey Carrying a troublesome fortune ~Amitav Continue reading Misdirected
The revelry around the disharmonious reality No one minds their steps As more and more people join in or being pulled Looking to create a bunch of fortunes? The riddle becomes stranger Obsession with this chaos and wave of disaster Everyone arrives here with some dream Flattened and erased sooner Roaming around the world with self-doubts The children do not ask questions anymore ~Amitav Continue reading Why the Celebrations
Everything is being pulled back with a taut wire; held in position and reflects a stifled look. Yes, suddenly all the objects have become us, sharing space, the woes, the desperation, broken dreams, setback, frustrations. How does it feel to stare at the objects, oppressed by their lifeless stare? There may be questions too, as some of our behavioural traits are embedded in them by … Continue reading Reflections of Isolated Thoughts
Unclaimed dreams, maybe, someone abandoned them When the Earth was dimly visible, but the Universe transforming There is a clamour for darkness from lethargic homes Unawakened, uninterested, during a period of uninspiring reality There is less sparkle in the eyes; it has become a lonely dreams Is there anyone who would like to fidget with stranger realities Outside they float around like an apparition trying … Continue reading Strange Time
Amitav Chowdhury 