Experiments with unsteady reality, in it but not without Exposed soul gets spasms, an oft repeated journey through some diabolical tunnel Primeval spirits still unawakened at this hour of vulnerability and grave insouciance Challenging each other to get entangled into a dystopian pattern Those who slow down or lack the passion to indulge in fornicate with untamed delusions Social pariahs, “aren’t their conditions mentioned in … Continue reading With Nothing On
Striving to locate the truth with unfair measures, dramatically reduced imaginations When false images were imposed over the reality, lost in the quagmire It is suffocating that I have to adhere to their ideas when I want to control my own being, my desires and imaginations Tiresome it feels discussing from a vague perspective, of truth stripped of its character Reality slipping away the more … Continue reading Substratum
Is creativity sustainable during adverse times? The throbbing pain of wounded epoch starts bleeding Dreams are a rarity, unfed by the soulful tranquillity Fate is an enigma as shadows disguise themselves in cunning ways Morning promises are dragged away in the depths of despair Revolting pleasures deluge the vast lands of disrepute -Amitav Chowdhury Continue reading Sustainable Creativity- A Poem
Pinching out from the rotting layers Spreading them across the fragile cloth Fragments of forgotten time between the fingers Bending down for a closer look Is that still a reality which can be compared? Decayed time smells unpleasant Surrendered to the immense pressures of change All those ill-fated clocks have been abandoned The fragile cloth cowers after some time What else could be revealed? Trite … Continue reading Unearthed
Beautiful places have always been deserted after being debauched Ideas throng to them like a swarm of locusts dreaming of ravaging the beauty When ideas get a name, they wish for fame and the cult of eulogising them begin Once pristine visage will be tattered by insatiable bites of greediness It is difficult for the eyes to gaze at the grazed scenery; it’s painful memories … Continue reading When Abandoned
Let’s be indifferent to art and keep it out in the cold so it can become even more frigid compared to the coldest places known to mankind. Let all the emotions poured till now hibernate in a frosty cocoon. It feels slippery and hostile from extreme frigidness. Walk away, frostbites can be fatal; even the sun feels dreary and uninspired. Assuming the contrasting harsh times … Continue reading Forsaken
When the house is a stranger The doors are unwilling to allow a visitor Windows speak of woes; that frosty feeling all over It does not keep away trespassers Foul intentions to peek and invade Ransack like maniacs, the strangers within are aloof Walls shudder and the rooms feel violated Strangers meet strangers, ready for a tussle Emotions have already been plundered Now profanities do … Continue reading Strangers
Amitav Chowdhury 