The Fate Reflections-A Poem

Man is lured by the reflections abandoned by the universe Nurtured dreams that have troubled the womb of Earth Picked time that dissects the fate of everyone Born into the encircling world, into crammed years and frail hopes Unkind afflictions of the mind diverted by corrupt compasses From primitive caves to the incarceration by impure dwellings Unearthed the darkest fate, deeply settled in the hands … Continue reading The Fate Reflections-A Poem

Misdirected

Looking in the wrong direction Some mysterious events are distracting Considering you are inattentive Even naive; the reality was not a good tutor Like an early arrival A new destination for an uninitiated traveller Who wished to move around Untrained eyes always look elsewhere Unsolved riddles become trickier Restless soul plans to leave Without planning for the next journey Carrying a troublesome fortune ~Amitav Continue reading Misdirected

What to Settle For

It is a dilemma- whether to remain sleepless in a busy world Or, be drowned in a celestial sleep and disconnect from time’s torment The kind of desperation cannot be fathomed I cannot be in a conflicting duality; a reality split by erroneous calculations Abandon the soul and venture out to a wild chase of inferior dreams Contribute to the conspiracies woven around to prove … Continue reading What to Settle For

Down That Difficult Path

The thoughts that are led across a difficult path Waiting for darkness to descend, for lights expose Those deeds of rapscallions to spin a sinister deal Wrapped in a suspiciously garish disguise of lies Handed down to propagate a dishonourable theory A curse that has sunk deeper and flows effortlessly Dragged along difficulties in rushed fascination A heart leaps out of reasons- a known betrayal … Continue reading Down That Difficult Path

What There Is

Mostly that has been gnawed by the ignorance Dull images of barren branches Parched territories still breathe for existence Waiting for a miracle- apprehensions are real Time has been deserted due to the confusion Consciousness dangles precariously The ferocity of the intense wind blunts contours Ages have gone by without remorse There is only stifling narrowness and flailing echoes Scripted chaos turns into an eerie … Continue reading What There Is