Silence is maligned, typical of a world that fashions the daily clamour of a life spinning uncontrollably All about time, the finest manipulator, the magical nuisance of unseen characters, powerful in the dark, surrendered to the unenlightened world Suspicious crowds, with furtive glances, trust is designed and defined by convenient expectations, a ritual in dark spaces So, all the faces look blurry, none defined by … Continue reading Furtive Glances
You cannot dictate my dreams, my commitment to imagine beyond this reality forced on me Fail! But you have not evolved to accept your failures, like each soul tormented at the defeat, yet, rising again to bludgeon my dreams It’s a dysfunctional spectacle, enough said, what grotesque power can transform those souls into My love for my dreams, the soul I want to surrender to … Continue reading Failure
Words be damned, they can hurt like hell, even the vacuous ones seem to carry hatred Unaware minds, they feed on them, make them even more deplorable You know, when darkness can be darker than you can imagine, the words can sound like messages from hell Like an unlikely creativity at work, misguided by some apparitions, easy to fill in and distort them, hurt, more … Continue reading Mere Words Hurt
Amitav Chowdhury 