He was fidgeting with the windows. Although it was morning, he wasn’t sure of welcoming the light. The room was pulsating with uncertain vibes. It was probably because of the kind of dreams he has been experiencing lately. Serene darkness did not make its way towards a simple path but deviated and crowded him with worrying dreams. The paroxysms were becoming intense; it was quite … Continue reading Through the Window
I wouldn’t let them rush in, as my heart cannot reason The proliferation of change threatens to ravage tranquility Only apathy towards the reckless manifestations It is dreadful standing near the crumbling precipice Chaos pushes hard, unsettles the foothold Emerges that space, uncomfortably whimsical about life No promises to the fearful one; only panic amidst cheer Lusty eyes and satanic intent carry forward the reality … Continue reading Resistance
You lavishly impose your idiosyncracies Would you ever consider the dreams you had? The way you look at me makes me invisible Your voice sounds entirely different now Have you transformed your intonations? A slight change exaggerates the modifications At the onset, the stories were more desirable Understandings have been stretched painfully How confidently you altered your accents The aslant sarcasm weighs heavily on life … Continue reading When It Deviates
The strenuous relationship between the archaic and contemporary When the city was created and everything was fresh and jovial Entire populace immersed themselves in the revelry of witnessing a change Dwellings of dreams, marketplaces, brimming with gossips and local fare There’s a smell of freshness in the undulating air- enthusiasm everywhere Crowds from far look like bright embroidery that embraces the city New avenues, and … Continue reading The City Holds its Breath
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
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
Those who stand by their promise of delivering the lies Weaves a mask every day with the convincing fibs Parched wound and the wrapped gauze still fresh memories Lies weren’t the sponge that could absorb hurt None can drink from a chasm; an agony of unknown depths Masks cannot mask lies but shorten the lifespan of truth By exposing the vituperative languages and their intentions … Continue reading Words of Falsehood
Oblivious captives of the mind, an irony of life unfolds Words are spoken without care, sheathed in unconscious incisiveness Directions of life go haywire and precariously balanced on edges There’s not enough pure love to nourish the ailing intellects Picking up the strewn crumbs of knowledge and feeding the mind Immature revolts are repulsive as they expose the grotesque thoughts An idea of success is being … Continue reading Oblivious
It’s a good idea to silently veer off towards a seemingly unknown path and let yourself wander till you are lost. When it’s difficult to keep up with the (in)sanity of the world around you, it is time to take a sabbatical. Whenever you find yourself trying to grapple with the unwarranted glitches of life it may be a good idea to try and find … Continue reading Wander Away to Find Yourself
Amitav Chowdhury 