Chaos is difficult to predict, what seems to be chaotic may be the energy with which situations are rearranged, the epicenter of chaos may be scattered, but it’s effect, although delayed, may be felt with changing times and narratives. Information is becoming more powerful than ever, it’s course unpredictable, develops a consciousness of it’s own, probably, not even computable, as the quantum changes of human … Continue reading Chaos
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
Drifting and darting around insanely, mine, but once-in-a-lifetime, not anymore Dying like a shooting star, flashes of brilliance through their brokenness Lighting up my horizon, but here I am misaligned, not even a parallel existence Exited the misunderstood reality shadowed with innumerable untruths, unfaithful promises Mirrors are thoughtful, exposing the reality of altered reflections, I go deeper through a portal Another world, another type of … Continue reading Quandary of Reflections
Striving to locate the truth with unfair measures, dramatically reduced imaginations When false images were imposed over the reality, lost in the quagmire It is suffocating that I have to adhere to their ideas when I want to control my own being, my desires and imaginations Tiresome it feels discussing from a vague perspective, of truth stripped of its character Reality slipping away the more … Continue reading Substratum
A disconcerting contradiction of finding comfort in chaos Absurd ambition! Without losing the centre, of the presence, the sense of being There is a chasm, a sinister void, threatened by the whirlwind, a directionless journey Missing the core essence of existence! Wishing the wild desires like wildfires threatening the landscape I don’t owe you an explanation where I seek comfort, the shore where my destination … Continue reading Comfort in Chaos
There is nothing out there as entertaining anymore other than the typical crowd A great synchronized movement, inaudible cacophony that riles up the senses Lenses of vision are scratched and a blurry hope, the hype of artificial lightings to alter the mood Everything around is so hallucinating, mere presence without prescience, false euphoric moments Lonelier tiring days amongst the crowded spaces, as if fighting for … Continue reading The Chosen Loneliness
The reflections disperse and dissolve, arrested by the ripples, the scruples and fading imageries Unfriendly time, timelessness and nothingness remain relevant, descended horizon, half Moon and unadjusted darkness Lopsided discussions, crude observations and lamentations, mirror images, trapped ideologies, lack of breathing space Even before I fade, I feel dazed by an uncomfortable presence, persistence of a tiring conflict, among existence, in a pattern of complicated … Continue reading Fading
Is creativity sustainable during adverse times? The throbbing pain of wounded epoch starts bleeding Dreams are a rarity, unfed by the soulful tranquillity Fate is an enigma as shadows disguise themselves in cunning ways Morning promises are dragged away in the depths of despair Revolting pleasures deluge the vast lands of disrepute -Amitav Chowdhury Continue reading Sustainable Creativity- A Poem
We can harm stones too Stony paths traversed Carrying the feelings like a misshapen rock Jagged edges bleeding the soul We could have been cured The prevailing melancholia transforming into poison Heartless now, in the midst of a desert Fine granules of time hurt the eyes Parched souls favor the deepening loveless life Hurtling themselves towards a chasm Working out the Karma The pestilence of … Continue reading Harm Less
Pressed against time, beyond its limits Again, everything for gain, but losing its shape The creaky folds give out a warning Disturbing the uneasy silence Weighing down on the freedom of life Helpless earth, patterned with erratic movements Timeless echoes become louder Cutting through the fabricated reality ~Amitav Continue reading Against Time
Amitav Chowdhury 