Some flowers bud and withers before bloom Never to dream again, withered, before fallen again Drooping branches, sign of resignation of nature Tired enough; no passersby, or even some who could caress the beautyToo much to bear, the early boon given away easilySleep, some souls never dream of waking amidst the untimely interruptionRare notes of beauty and it’s fragrance visits the quietest nightWhen moon settles … Continue reading Rare Moments of Beauty
Yearning for the soft dreams, milder darkness and brighter starsRest my head again, feels heavy amidst the unnecessary bargainWhen spaces feel uncomfortable and I forget the reality of eternityWhy mornings should feel like an intruder, rays blinding, signs of rageSelfish pursuits that put uncrowned kings on pedestals All gathered here to rush and push, oddities of human natureMinds trapped between perceptions, written tenets, also, skewed … Continue reading To Dream Again
As many walls stood between territoriesOf foundations dug deeper than the misunderstandingMended, when they bent or broke, even been conquered throughVisions walled, dreams that never grew taller than the hatredEnthusiasm of masons, the firm resolve to protect mythsThose scaled by adventurous pacifists were pushed on the other side”You don’t belong”, unaware, that the roots have weakened the foundationSome portions scooped out, to watch a cinema … Continue reading Above and Beyond the Walls
Perhaps only people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the universe. The others have a certain stickiness, they stick to the mass.-D. H. Lawrence Continue reading Lonely World
An hour is too long, sometimes the clock seems tiredHere, souls hold their breath just before dawnFirst tip of light, a golden arrow shatters darkness’s mythBefore comprehending the changes, clocks speed up Life subsides, later shaken by untimely interferenceImpeding tranquility of a house, home yet to be a realityFinding solace between the splits of time, spaces of freedomLooking for that long pause and awakening before … Continue reading The Insignificant Time
Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.-William Wordsworth Continue reading The Poetic Journey
Reality slants, tapers towards a fading horizonAlmost the truth, but not enough, it has troubled the conscienceThat space between contradictions, clashes of realityChased by rude awakenings and nights transmogrifyInto another dimensional glitch, embedded within dreams Prepared by the past, rushed into an amorphous presentHesitant future furtively glances at the hurried consciousnessDiscontent, amidst insinuations,slippery descent towards anonymity-Amitav Chowdhury Continue reading Facets of Reality
Constant glare, thousand dilemmas like recurring puzzles Foul moods of the world, every morning, only a brief moment of pure light Constant provocation through stultified languages, messages unsettle the core Cede whatever you’ve gained into the residues of time Note, an artificial intelligence, an unusual feeling of adverse events Actions determined by some forces; beyond your control, a weakening constitution Experimenting with excuses and trying … Continue reading Angry Time
All we are notstares backat what weare. – WH Auden Continue reading What we are Looking at
Amitav Chowdhury 