Obsequious obsession with opaque dreams Ocular distortions and oppression of objects desirable Oratory failures reverberate through the speeches Orbits shrunken by the alarming intensity Orpheus disappeared along with the beautiful creations Oaken cottages empty of any inspirations Obscene transformation of once verdant landscapes Obdurate consciousness is like a hurricane ~Amitav Continue reading Onus
On settling down among silence, in the cradle of a silent valley Meandering paths are not easy journeying; feels dizzier while alone Only a lonely soul trying to listen, follow the principles of the universe Leaving behind the tutored paths, walking toward gates of horizon Frequently looking at the sky, now there are no more compulsions Freedom from the routine of laying low, looking down … Continue reading The Uncommon Journey
At the quietest hour it escapes from darkness’s possession Its anonymity helps find the passage toward the everyday ritual Waiting to feel that cosmic spark, to ignite with benevolent light From the embrace of life and sleep and frolicking dreams A serpentine demarcation between reality and illusion In a fetal position, life wakes up from another conscious separation Into the most peaceful world, wordless, without … Continue reading It’s Quiet
If liberation be found in the descent, in the cradle of an unknownFrom the precipice, looking at the horizon, reading the cryptic signsReflections bend, disappear, appear again to dazzle the mindNo hand would reach there, no daring souls eitherThis journey will be a safe embrace and then an eternal cradleWaiting for the skies to crack to reflect a world in anxious existenceEverything is reversed, time … Continue reading Liberated
Sometimes sleep is disguised in mysterious waysEnters the space to despoil my desiresI am careless, they all lay here and thereSome inconvenient dreams are written thereNot some fancy notebooks, but loose white pagesThey are pure freedom, no blemishes of strict linesI decide the structures; of course, I choose the dwelling place for my emotionsFoundations may seem archaic, but they are solidWithout comparisons, the grow strong, … Continue reading My desires My Space
Time finds peace during the most chaotic phasesInsufficient feelings perceive the moments to be unyieldingInescapable are the distorted imaginations, effects of a sleepless mindDuring conspiring days when dialogues are untrustworthyContemplated by wild conjectures, trying to devastate the soulsAiming for the imaginary successes of high strung natureCrumbling objects are becoming dangerous projectiles; the facades are not safe anymoreIn one corner of an eccentric space, entirely surrounded … Continue reading During that Time
Dwelling on the differences inspires more differencesIndifferent I try to be amongst the urge to waste more time on themSome unknown energy turns into this formidable enemyI become smaller, but my mind expands rapaciouslyA distorted image; not the fault of the mirrorMisshapen reality has carved me out from my beingThis is not me, but I am living comfortably with my antithetical natureThere is a compulsion, … Continue reading Differences
Before my sentences can finish their expressions, words were stolen and hidden from meI had them in the mind, in a sequence, but I harangued about themThey figured the riled mind is no better place to stay, no that they will be pushed asideNow excuses will become lavish, and it is satisfying to find someone to blameMainly life, yes, the metaphorical flow and along with … Continue reading My Words
Delicate scenes born from the tranquil emotions Travel as far as you can imagine, create new destinations Between you and the Universe, the precious conversations Guides life through the undulating journey of new visions It may be seen as a betrayal by the indignant world Self-indulgent, monotonously didactic in a stern tone Easier falling into the etched out patterns, a deeper trauma Carved into them … Continue reading Where Imaginations Lead
Oeuvre of the undisguised heart, at moments of ecstasy Entirely unbridled, expresses the feelings in a joyous rhythm Thoughtless during the most busy times; careless glances at the day Taking the morning away, from the clutches of mundanity To the most safest place, where the wandering imaginations visit A sacred place, amidst a secret location, landscapes of profundity Verdant reflections, resonance of voices from another … Continue reading The Desired Space
Amitav Chowdhury 