A fragile night collapses during the numbing silence Moments are erased from the memory Time slackens its hold over the submerged world Laboured breaths curse the slow progress of life Once it was a free world, now the emotions are confined Experimentation with the artificial truth Natural beings are eager to synthesise random patterns Ecstasy, untruths are delusional drugs Insincere remedies, unhealed souls, more suffering … Continue reading Still Exists
Darkness you have played with at a nascent time Was too early for anyone to realise a dream gone awry Barrage of inanities thrown at it Defaced; a new type of anger emerges and overflow Fragile dreams, beautiful emotions dissolve Streams of unhappy feelings submerge this realism Not only people fighting for an indentity Complexities amplify through numerous characters Reflections too fighting for a fair … Continue reading Without Identity
Justifications are still so rudimentary Facing the falsification of explanations Correcting everything in an incorrect way Judgmentally shunned by them Abolishing all the truthful criticisms Labelled judgemental- causes discomfort Delayed correction with unfaithful words Relations cannot be remedied Existential surprises are common Mostly devastating, but who cares Suspended judgements are punished Constantly vilifying the character Reflections of the fundamental flaws A thorough degradation is inevitable … Continue reading Judgement
It was not even close to being a day! The shortest and most complex moment which was carrying a little portion of the night and early hours of a gloomy time. Waking up with a startle; well, that was not a new experience, but the dream, the sequence, and images evaporated from the mind sooner than expected. It was like inquiring about the ephemeral experience … Continue reading Another Morning
Simplicity brutally overthrows the haughtiness of demeaning ideas. They continue to ruin the better part of the thoughts, meddling with the mind, the most private of affairs. Claiming to be the most innocent visitor, they turn out to be destructive parasites. Insolent ideas are like barbs to impale the necessary words; it becomes a mission to malign the simplicity of emotions which have the potential … Continue reading Insensitive
Let’s dissociate from everything and allow myself the freedom to idle the mind. I want to interpret the hypocrisy that I have been dealing with. To be honest, I cannot arrive at an original thought if I engage with the craftiness of boisterous surrounding. I can spare my feelings from the ignominy of accepting the lies that are delivered every day through various mediums. The … Continue reading Dissociation
It is impossible defining trust from a distance, from the words spelt put carefully, but still cannot be distinctly understood by the thorough intuition. Perhaps, that precious feeling is delirious under the circumstances it has to endure. What if trust is simulated in a grand way? There are shrewd ways to script the perfect emotions to fit the expectations. The longing for feelings can take … Continue reading Trust
I have not surrendered to the collective daydream Ceded this space of mine to the indistinct thoughts Carved with passionate dreams, it remains untouched Ignored the pestering calls of unknown passers by Fervently throwing pamphlets at my doorstep Composed with insanity, in an indecent language That which they have gathered from errant conditioning Minds have been snatched away; apogee of humiliation Blustering voices try to … Continue reading Uneasy Stirring
Attuned to the disharmonious process Awake, while the earth sleeps still Preparing for another journey to digress Darkness has the willingness to kill Lest the dreams speak out for freedom Nothing alike in the thoughts of two That’s a world waking without wisdom Drifting apart, the souls won’t woo Faltering language they can’t fathom Time goes wild in an unfruitful chase Precious feelings pay a … Continue reading In Vain
I must have started somewhere, at the behest of my consciousness, trying to wake me up to a different world, where I can look out for words and transform them with meaning. Not the meaning that the words carried, but something more creatively crafted with feelings of my own. This is where probably, I tried to look out for more words, the more I stumbled … Continue reading It Started Somewhere…
Amitav Chowdhury 