Sometimes windows are miserably placed Distractions steal solitude; alarmingly, time escapes From the day that has been borrowed Looking at the stoic life flowing indolently Probably the time is such- restrained melancholy Tired consciousness has a vague explanation It is frightening to feel the dullness on a bright day There is so much discord in the reflections All that the window has to offer, unfortunately … Continue reading Oddly Placed
Everything comes to a grinding halt A systematic pattern that runs it all Fall, through the laboured corridors Complicated intersections of society Different roles with matching thoughts Given an identity to live up to them Mornings greet with new tricks Sets the pace of a day, still unnamed Hoping, that today will be different Not of inconvenienced profits and rush The mirror poses a grave … Continue reading Another Day
The night is unwilling to let go of the melancholic feelings Even though dawn is about to arrive and knock at the door That which conspires in nature makes the environment quite sombre Flowers hesitate to bloom and the birds look quizzically at the skies Nature is eager to wake up, but there is a critical moment holding it back Here, humans have to push … Continue reading Yes, That too…
Looking at it Without looking into it Satiating the consciousness Only superficially Deciding confidently Decoding surfaces Confident hubris Eye rolls Complicated stares Distorted languages Particles play truant Changed patterns Capsized reality There’s no time To look into it ~Amitav Continue reading There is No time
So many things change as I sit here and write I may have picked some of the ideas from keen observations As I find the appropriate words to personalise them Not necessarily memorise them or even invite them close enough For they are signs, like the neon signs which flicker in a rhythm Attractive, sometimes too dazzling, and psychedelic too A city probably feels the … Continue reading As I Write
Dream of stealing the drowsiness from a busy day Running away with them, without the soul’s permission Crimson anger weakens when lights are forced to dim Some unknown shadows nod to dictate their course Life runs away from the conscious valleys towards silly emptiness Excruciating quietness crushes the relevant words As the world seems awake, the confabulating weirdness steals Destinies may be etched, but drowsiness … Continue reading A Kind of Drowsiness
Retired in haste; being chastened by the rushed life for long Flattened emotions create a road to nowhere, just a feeling of moving forward Probably stationary, with a feeling of being pushed by some unknown hands Controlled by frenetic brains with an urgency to inject the flow with crazy ideas Engulfed in this metaphorical inferno- the proverbial thought of being encircled By an infernal road, … Continue reading A Hasty Retreat
It takes time to emerge from the predicament of being drowned in noises Since the day passes with an impatient passion from the palpable uncertainties Noise drives the soul to a corner, thus, arise the need to reason frantically There is no time to pause or repose under any natural place of peace and quiet Untimely breaths do not wish to rhythm with nature’s tranquility Hurrying … Continue reading From the Noises
In the banality of busyness, the crisp words melt away without a trace Only some aftertaste of repentance; a morning feels feverish in surrounding cold Willingly becoming an unwilling partner to the race that holds our hands roughly The wrists feel the pain, while the sore feet finds this experience rather tedious Easier leaving compared to the decisions a heart has to make while entering an … Continue reading In Haste we Forget
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
Amitav Chowdhury 