It begins with a struggle, every day, it is a challenge Not to be smothered by the reflections and perceptions Mirrors unclean bears the torment of past Fretful thoughts are eager to occupy a drowsy mind Truth and lies, illusions and reality, hell and heaven Caught in-between- wobbly bridges won’t allow a safe passage Deep inside, there is a turmoil, feelings spill Into an emptiness- … Continue reading To Begin
That which is being sought by the assembly of blurry dreamers Know not, the possibilities of the world that dawns Not even contemplating about the probabilities One thread that is being held on to, now unwound from the spool Chances of the daily thoughts getting entangled There are myriad changes blinking feebly for a while Like the ephemeral dreams across the unfortunate landscape The behemoth … Continue reading The Chances
So many dreams stumble during the inclement darkness They emerge with gaiety with the hope of meeting the first rays of dawn What happens at the hours shrouded in mystery? Many of them are forced to be abandoned midway along the blurry paths Some of them wander on their own Guided by the cosmic instincts, but they find their destination elsewhere Whoever is awake, and … Continue reading Where the Dreams Go
A greater portion of the day is not translated at all We assume, react, and wait for the favourable responses It is not about the day being dwarfed by the inclement time No! The day is just a day; it should not be heard with patience Even the summaries are terribly narrated and rushed through Why lift the consciousness from the wailing moments? Drown the … Continue reading Inadequate Translation
Some days are just glances, others stay here to scrutinize Their temperament lasts a little longer- Moods sway between tranquillity and unsettled time Prompted by the duality of a day split into ‘either’ and ‘or’ Silently the oars cut through the little undulations On days like these, the mirrors are also confused The reflections are scattered and multiplied erroneously You never decide the colours on … Continue reading Unsure Days
Sleep was a charlatan Asking me to recline Obfuscating the light Head leaning away From the dreams Distant clock chimed An alien tune of time Pushing life away Toward an unreality Dreams flowing away Cascading furiously The impaled heart Unable to feel the rush Resting on clock hands It was anticlimactic Dreams rushed in From unknown lands Sleep seized the day Hapless dreams Spoke in … Continue reading It’s Sleep
The dimming street lights Fade into the dawn Streets will feel the Reverberation of footsteps Pulsating with city life Buildings with lights on Windows like twinkling eyes Lazy morning Will be swathed in words Partially awake souls Won’t let go Of the sleepy desires It takes time To adjust to the light With steaming cup of tea And some words to spare © Continue reading Morning after Night
Amitav Chowdhury 