The subliminal stirrings arise from a darkness While lying down in the deepest recess Light becomes meaningless- from an unknown world they come Long before darkness held the hand lead the way Towards a lonely world, not fond of the tireless talking Difficult being closer to a soul at during faint times Busied with other unnecessary conversations Forlorn love has the longest shadow over the … Continue reading A Restless State
At the end of the day, only those words remain Which were picked up casually from passersby Unknown context, the origin of thoughts, and language There is plenty of vagueness in fragmented communications What challenges you to settle the puzzle? Tiredness sets in and a night ruined by incoherence You may be waiting for clarity By creating an entire world from these stories Some of … Continue reading At The End of The Day
Are they really breathing or rehearsed replies to the prodding of time? It is not the fairy tales, but the real struggles that are contemplating a language Not fair that the restricted expressions often are breathing artificially Time is debatable, but the dilemma weighs more on the mind Truth is being replicated and forced to rehearse the contemporary deductions Their reduced effectiveness and incoherent explanations … Continue reading What are the Chances
The invitations may not have been written in the language of the heart Only your name spelt in cursive, and a paper crafted by the laboured effort The scripted lines embellished with magnificent language to swoon over When held in the hand and rolled slowly, they evoke a sense of illusion Of being spoken about you from a distance about a blurry reflection Embossed letters … Continue reading An Invitation
Ever get tired of finding yourself? When they insist that you are hiding something If you say, “Nothing”, they look at you compassionately With disbelief within; for they are reflecting on their perception To create a persona they wish to visualise For it to be the final version, in their eyes Plenty of erosions and aberrations, cliches and tightfisted comments Where the hell are you … Continue reading Finding Yourself
Are the words whole, or their slices of different meanings being assembled From irrelevant situations, their predicament of being stretched and jumbled Pulled away from their ancient wanderings as we fail them with our effort The pen never has a chance to bathe in thoughtful ink and barely becomes a consort Those silent eyes stare at the glaring misgivings and the ability to distort It … Continue reading Lamentations of Words
The tranquil decay, the thinly stretched patience and its frail pulsation Compulsions of not speaking convincingly for those clandestine concerns Unearthed from time to time- the fossils, artefacts, ancient woes of life Away from that time, but it inches towards this existence- eternity exists Universe’s spirit breathes through unfathomable epochs; reality is continuous Split into wisdom and travails of imposed reality; a persistent struggle Voices … Continue reading From the Struggle
Never mould your creativity according to the myriad demands. The mettle of a writer, poet, and artists is determined by the ability to evolve with a kind of uniqueness that reflects from each creation. If a work of creativity is hesitant, reticent, and diluted with echoes of those demands to shape them accordingly, means it is not entirely an honest creation. Once creativity is compromised, … Continue reading The Works of Creativity
Compelled to bathe in the glorification of jealousy Such is the pride that sweeten the thoughts Those who guide and guile through the chosen alleyways Lifeless eyes tired of the artificial lights Heaped thoughts weigh on the mind- forever, forever Dance of the dunces celebrate the glorification ~Amitav Continue reading Glorification
Trust the eyes, after all, they have to see throughout the days conflicting images Of human manipulations; still, seeing is believing, has become an insubstantial saying Distractions direct them to look here and there- unsincere, uncertain, unimpressed Yet, they absorb the images ravenously, almost as if trying to hide its deep incredulity It’s a delight to dance with the light and rhythmically reconcile with the … Continue reading Stubborn Images
Amitav Chowdhury 