On which side of reality I would be in I speculate on the truth of reflections from life Often the arrival of dreams are tied to time Nothing honest exist in the inexplicable illusions Razor-sharp gaze barely trouble the superficiality Untimely interventions perforate the moments I cannot hold on longer as I witness their escape Interwoven existence in the acquired realm Not enough space for … Continue reading Do I Choose Anymore
When I have stared longer, competing with the stubborn deliberation of the night The night sky becomes becomes more mysterious, even grumbling about the lone spectator I am not trying to pick out the flaws or elatedly appreciate the cryptic exchanges All that this, silence cares to embrace me in a non-judgmental way, turning me into a stoic Like altering my beliefs during the somber … Continue reading Deciphering Mysterious Nights
Incidents are not incidental anymore Somebody accompanies this chaos… uninvited, unheralded Only spoken disbeliefs… there are fewer written proofs Easily, the ink of antiquity has been diluted Demonstrations and outrage over chicanery The entire volume of triviality becomes heavier every day It is not contradictions anymore, but lack of clarity A polarized world pulls the strings of thoughts irksomely ~Amitav Continue reading Incidents
Familiar voices speaking of unrecognizable emotions As if there is nothing more joyous than discussing these On being asked more, the voices fumble and become distant Uncaringly leading the way, also, asking everyone to follow Towards fallow lands, while earthless feelings vanish Noises everywhere, but there is little sense in everything Walked into a trap without realising the true sentiment At the will of an … Continue reading Where It Leads Us…
Do not bow too close to the consciousness that reflects It becomes an odd posture and the eyes cannot determine the dilemma Like falling into another reality and drowning What happens to the other character who forced it on the contemplations It is like an unwilling surrender and aimless floating thereafter Being servile to the chaos that hid so well under the calm surface Some … Continue reading Too Close to Identify
It requires a self-determined mind to cultivate your thoughts, only that is your own, which is not affected by biases. When it is time to consolidate your thoughts, do not give on to the immense pressure of diluting the individuality with majoritarianism. It is foolishness to feel privileged in an environment that changes every millisecond. The particles which compose a thought are unique in that … Continue reading When Thoughts are Determined
If I were to speak of something unknown, would you try to stop me because it makes you nervous? It’s perhaps the usual feeling to be wary is such situations! That feeling of uneasiness paints a melancholic feature and the eyes become hauntingly gloomy. Looking at them is saddening, but there is no way I can walk back and change the course to return with … Continue reading The Freedom to not Listen
Turned away from the garden The beauteous feel and aroma feels delirious In haste, the heart decided to act Eyes full of beautiful dreams Whom to trust them with May narrate them to the wrong person How long, before the escape Desire those wings before the last breath Decide to hold on to the rush Daily commute through a dark tunnel There is that time … Continue reading Turned Away
What could be traded with the darkness Unwritten rules sink deeper into the hidden consciousness Death of light gives birth to life? The ravenous darkness and its insatiable ability to devour While life contradicts itself amidst trivial interpretations It becomes difficult escaping the unholy connectivity Feels like entering a dilapidated structure and fighting to disentangle the complex cobwebs Perspectives crisscrossing while creating a brutal pattern … Continue reading The Darkness
If not join hands in reverence, then, does the raised voice demand Instead of greeting the fortunes that were inherited, they are plundered Slips off the slopes of ignorance into a greedy abyss Unprepared, unthoughtful, unrefined- the coarse thoughts make it impossible To exist along the tenets of existence; now, speak of broken promises The canopy of falsehoods was never meant to nurture sanctified thoughts … Continue reading The Demands
