With vile force, you overthrow the chances; the broken promises won’t be mended Breathing laboriously to remain active in the midst of the traditional strife Rising every day with a taste of bitterness- an aftertaste of the poisonous drinks Breaking down the relationships, and burning down the dwellings of hope Standing on the undulating ground… a strong vengeance of the earth’s stirrings Deep down the … Continue reading The Unfortunate Surrender
Does that darkness have a special glue to stick the dreams in a collage Only to be seen from a distance like the sparkling stars At the backdrop of a heavy background that seems to be mysterious Unfortunately, there are no steps that will take you up there Dreams give a distant pleasure to the eyes- like an ephemeral moment They exist, but cannot be … Continue reading Distant They Are-The Eyes Dream
Untainted time was never here to stay for the precious moments Kisses woke up harsh desires before the parting became a reality Life becomes a rallying ground for the anti-emotional uprising Not that life becomes tainted, it’s the feelings that impregnate it Streams of woes never think of the eyes that feel for a grievous world It gazes at the tumultuous scenes in chilling loneliness … Continue reading Detachment
If you really wish to write you have to fall in love with the language. There is no other escape other than to surrender every day to it. If not, there will be a time when feelings crowd your heart and question you for not expressing them adequately. They will keep tormenting you, and your writing will appear wobbly; nervous writing usually doesn’t do justice to those passionate feelings. When you look within as a writer, to seek inspiration, reminisce, … Continue reading If you Wish to Write
There’s no stopping someone fighting one’s own illusions Pounding the Earth with tired feet and resisting the images with flailing arms Speaking to deceptions requires one to create a language deceptive enough Tremulous earth signals the tremblings which have convulsed the inner world Despairing because of tumultuous moments fill the eyes with bitter tears Sweet illusions no more, the strained neck positions the face to … Continue reading Of Illusions
Russet feelings buried deep sprout with the melancholic light Crusted feet are reminders of the bitter path travelled so far Storms delay the arrival and detours are etched in the plan Crosswinds become benign but the splints restrict movements Delayed and drifter feelings hasten to retire in the feeble bosom Fresh hope spring up to vision the world with little curious eyes It’s the movement … Continue reading Delayed Stand
Succinct conversations under the hurriedness of a day It’s difficult accommodating this change when so many stories remain unheard Distant memories become feeble; also, the language never gets a chance to metamorphose Souls walk away even before a sense of connection begin to develop Sour moments deteriorate the chances of a long-term communication Anxious words nibble at the tranquil feelings; leaving them tattered Yearning for … Continue reading Brief Moments
Memories are locked in the secret vault Present predicament anchored in past Heart still lives in the yesteryear experiences Regales, revels, and some heartbroken tales The immature heart never knew how to choose Memories still come visiting in everyday dreams It takes effort and to pull off the heavy anchor Free the heart from all the memories that debilitate Present becomes an anguishing daily existence … Continue reading Of Memories and the Present
Amitav Chowdhury 