Eager waking, darkness nostalgic, the assuring cover of lightless resonance Time to assure yourself of your existence, to reflect without the distractions; soul pulsates with cosmic energy Days meant to sleep, withdrawn from the push that propels everyone towards hurried existence When you cannot even listen to yourself, your conscience medicated with daily dose of nonsense No one can reassure life like a balanced darkness, … Continue reading The Lure of Darkness
Are those thoughts really durable enough Or just sticky and stretchy to mess around the surfaces Some enthusiasm is born of prolonged boredom Leaping out of a tiring reverie like a lost dolphin in the sea How would one believe that the world is not the same anymore? Few yesterday’s have transformed it into a swirling mess Every day, the rotation creates a long narrative … Continue reading The Stretched Thoughts
Are they really breathing or rehearsed replies to the prodding of time? It is not the fairy tales, but the real struggles that are contemplating a language Not fair that the restricted expressions often are breathing artificially Time is debatable, but the dilemma weighs more on the mind Truth is being replicated and forced to rehearse the contemporary deductions Their reduced effectiveness and incoherent explanations … Continue reading What are the Chances
We may be making things even more complicated by oversimplifying the intricacies. It is a common behaviour to perceive things as complex. It is thought to be an unnecessary addition to the already convoluted narrative that’s mired in fallacious hypotheses. It is even more complicated to label everything as simple and thinks that it will be simpler to comprehend them. A deliberate dilution of an … Continue reading The Complexities of Oversimplification
That imaginary abode being saved from the intruders Who are they? Their identity may have stirred from surreptitious thoughts Tranquil pleasure rebuked by those steely gazes Nature of anxious moments feel ominous to the heart There’s no cure of the fallacies, as the book of Nature was ransacked Feeble abode barely stands now, rickety windows and doors squabble Entwined with the fate of darkness, time … Continue reading Delayed End
The philosophy of poetry is much beyond the prosaic words. A poet is also a philosopher who meditates, rather than someone who corroborates the past narratives in a rich poetic manner. Understanding the philosophy of life that evolves every second is tough for consciousness. It is easy to get entangled in the words, but it takes philosophy to make poetry a great storytelling effort that … Continue reading Poetic Nature
What life seems to be and the first feelings about it are reserved Aware of a vault, or a rudimentary lair where they remain hidden Looking at the crumpled notes and the faded promises through sentimental eyes Falling once again for the fallen promises; most of them have been consumed by time It’s a failed journey to look back when the reluctant heart has lost … Continue reading Reserved Feelings
This is a convoluted way to comprehend time When they are mangled deliberately; the concept of time being plural Of various ideologies and theories to make it exalted There is an urgency to define and squeeze them through a funnel Extracts without the real essence of time fill the pores of life Oozing with new sublimity, the convulsive images torment the senses We have woven … Continue reading Futile Time
It’s difficult speaking with the blemished words Feelings capsize at the first hour of an impending storm How long the nature of language be unperturbed? If they do not seem to be friendly to the tongue Faltering at the entrance of a vibrant world Unwillingly chaperoned towards the complexities Which are mere perceptions, alright, but persistent ones Grovel at the first instance of real conversation … Continue reading Contrived
Holding on to someone else’s dream can be nerve-wracking, and sinews may snap at the constant tension. Such injuries are not only to the body but there are those brain cells that one loses erases a part of the cause and memory too. That is a parallel struggle that the body and consciousness are caught between. Here, someone is trying to quantify the dreams and … Continue reading Hold onto
Amitav Chowdhury 