Children clutching the untruths most obediently A common scene through the passage of time Idle for a while, but life seems to spring uncontrollably It seems silly to believe that all the paths are trustworthy Vacant eyes absorb the melancholy, and smudged dreams with rough edges sully the white spaces For a while, just before the childhood says goodbye, there are other unjustified reasoning Man … Continue reading They Hold the Unfair Dreams
Bare branches will stare more meaningfully, when the leaves, like patterns in the mind, remind you of the forgotten notes. They will not return but fresh ones will emerge after the hostile cold is over. The soil must have been superficially embellished, but the decay enriches its soul. Some of them will be taken away to an unknown destination; wither away before releasing the secret … Continue reading Isolation
Was thinking of creating ripples but the creases on the tracks reminded of troubled resistance Moving ahead with a desire that is opposing the transgressing sentiments All might spent on defeating the delusions and preparing for impending trials Vices cannot be wrapped in robes woven from troubled fabric, and failed artisans Cannot paint with brilliant hues, the scenes only depict chaos and dereliction Forbidden ideas … Continue reading Surprising Challenges
It is tiring to seek and bring back the forsaken moments Some journey cannot be planned while being true to yourself Time has transformed the soul, quite different from earlier reflections Unrecognizable to the forlorn eyes; now comfortable with the melancholy Breathing that familiar air, now only few breaths can survive This world has a consistency of a different nature of emotions Changes have unravelled … Continue reading Directions
Could have been a delightful morning If I could remember the pleasant dream Abruptly erased, for I failed to embrace them dearly All these worries rush in without my consent Time descends toward uninspiring and dark depths Where the brightest have to surrender Tiring pace of monotony and the monochrome days Early shadows across the new-born light Their fading brilliance is an ominous sign ~Amitav Continue reading Fading
Time fails to respond to the frantic pleas of a lonely visitor Night is motionless, the fresh winds have changed rotues Invisible paths must have guided the friendly voices far away Growing calmness feels indifferent, but thoughts still arise From another dimension of the mind, trying to reason An ancient language probably or some mysterious dialect Of unvisited lands, where their spirits cared of traditions … Continue reading Deception
Waiting for the slow dribble of remnants, of feeble emotions Once gained momentum like the gust from an unknown world Irresistible, after the defenses were breached by the strong spirits Entered life with a purpose, but the seasons changed abruptly Without the warning of the approaching challenges, the ensuing struggles Once adorned with fresh garlands, but they withered and vanished Like fragile particles that would … Continue reading Last Taste
Forgotten seasons wrapped in delicate months Only in dreams and imaginations they become alive Solemn creativity describes them in cheerless words A long and tiring wait for the reticent life in this posture Strange feelings from that antithetical position Altering the shape of the spine and shifting the soul There is a lot of chaos within but words are puny Ineffective for the clamorous environment … Continue reading Unforgettable
No one is bothered about the unfulfilled emotions Fades away, after flowing aimlessly across the cosmic chaos Knots of trivialities pattern the curtains over wide windows Dirt settles on them, the creases devoured by clothes moths The Sun has been not too kind over the years, fading life Much earlier than other worries could catch up with it Surrendering to the emerging voids that are … Continue reading Escaping
Only road has been pushed aside by the rushing journeyers Somewhere erased, tattered along the edges and faint traces of wilderness Time upon time added a complex layer of monotony to the spaces Trying to explain the complex emotions in trite languages Stories are not held too closely anymore, but unnecessarily ornate Uncomplicated meanderings along that road is a difficult journey Conflicting time tears up … Continue reading The Less Visible Road
Amitav Chowdhury 