Feels like emotions are on a Ferris wheelLike another world revolving in the opposite directionEveryone spins, within, it feels sick to the coreIn the distance they cheer…feels like taunts, I do close my earsMy eyes see through the confusion, my soul pulled in by a forceIt is a fierce resistance against all the materialistic lureHere, freedom denied, but regained only after deathReturning to the depths … Continue reading On a Different Trajectory
It feels great to live in a reality that is still a secretExists in my imagination, no one can smudge it anyhowFeels like I have crossed the boundaries after transformationThere are no conclusions, only flashes of new consciousnessWhere possibilities exists through dimensional changesEach day, entering through a portal; welcomed with new revelationsNo walls, no hidden chambers and trapdoors, only infinite opennessSoul looks forward to journey … Continue reading Reality beyond Reality
Sometimes the simplest of gestures puzzles usTruth feels disgustingly surprisingCoarse words without emotional rhymes feel sweeterWithout the knowledge of nurturing lifeIt’s common to release the passionate embraceNature seems unnatural; finding solace between fragile timeSways that bridge, it won’t allow them to passProbably there resides Shangri-La, the mystical clouds are secretiveLike the Mother who is angry on the child, a punishment Till they mend their behavior, … Continue reading Common
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
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
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
On the deserted land, barren and shamed, hoping for the return of pulsation Ears on the ground sometimes, looking East, days collapse on the West’s tired cradle Hopeful of the night, fewer stars, a confused and tired soul wishes a clearer sky Dense consciousness, lonelier stillness, closed eyes and prayers in the heart Waiting to reconnect, retrace the paths forgotten over time, historical blunders Passages … Continue reading Pitter-patter
Eventide returning to the darkness again, another surrender, lonely soul sighs Time takes a pause before hiding the shadows; a quiet existence takes over Repetitive goodbye’s, tired soul reminisces the vanishing memories Darkness reverberates through the altered existence, a coexistence of reflections and contradictions Forced dreams are boring, better still, to stroll the deserted paths No hurried movements there, not even a whisper of influence … Continue reading Approaching Darkness-Another Journey
Equilibrium; the light feels warm today, there is no inertia, fallen dreams wake up Flickering horizon, one isolated viewer with his back resting on a flaky wall Overstretched horizon looks like a spent comet, trails of time bygone Eras making a comeback, riding on new hopes, like a chariot from a mythical world Once upon a time wolfed down time by a black hole, finds … Continue reading Sanguine
When Time springs to life and I feel that I exist, in a reality still preserved It’s rarely true when life is not defined by common approvals, only if I trust their agreement An escape from the common desires, not tired anymore from the compulsory contracts Constructing a dwelling out of pure freedom where I can dream Suffering from perceptions is not my deal, and … Continue reading Rare Moments
Amitav Chowdhury 