Tag: Conscience
Feels Heavy- A Poem
The Broken Promise
Seeds broke open with the force of natureSpring at the time when wilderness was pureSeeking deeper, the stability, the deep-rooted knowledgeOnce that originated from the churning of the oceansNow, only traces of which man can seeMesmerized by the monstrous reflections that cloud the consciousnessDarkness weaves a sinister and fibrous ecosystem of fragile disastersForgotten reality of inception, now the intentions are suspectStrongest foundations revolt and uproot … Continue reading The Broken Promise
Feeble Images
Not the diminishing darkness Persistent shades of it’s rusty feelings stays Avows its decisions to smear the brightness Day starts with a sense of feebleness Dreams intruded the sleep with grim images Where every event pulls you down The fierceness of the visions Periodic paralysis of the vibrant thoughts Hopes flailing against the deluge Time behaves like quicksand There’s no way one can flee the … Continue reading Feeble Images
Twist of Time
Embellished with carefully crafted lies Bedeviled by the uproarious times Camouflaged reflections Murky waters offer the perfect distractions One by one the faces appear Presented by the devil’s sculptor Supine faith woven across the spine New anatomy of the evolving times ~Amitav Continue reading Twist of Time
The Prolonged Winter
When thoughts are feverish and the winter melancholic All the emotions curl up within, a rare display of trust Everything is touched by lies and stories unsuitable for the fainthearted Without fair warning, the deep covers of lamentations hide feelings Trickled down, whilst went unheard for a long time Someone authorizes the forceful surrender of the pure emotions Taking over the consciousness, as if it … Continue reading The Prolonged Winter
The Thoughts Arise
The thoughts ariseBut man cannot think themselves out of themDefective patterns, daily trials, by an unknown forceNothing can be discussed anymore without the volatile responsesEager eyes, not anymore, lascivious visionsLooking for the darkest hours to evoke unsettling dreamsThe thoughts ariseMan cannot rein in the urge to imagineProvocative and out of controlTypical replies, a culture that has been numbingTo each other they lie, disguise in the … Continue reading The Thoughts Arise
After It Paused
Time has paused and retired, so it feels from the unchangeable situations Every day the same illustrations, even the reflections fail the reality test The eyes must be looking at some emerging banter orchestrated by life Prime emotions are missing and precious conversations are misplaced Some are erased by time, others are struggling to prove their identity Thrust upon us the heavy objects with unkindest … Continue reading After It Paused
Not Vacant Anymore
Vacant spaces, feels weird, when there are plenty of hopeless thoughts Waiting to occupy the serenity and tranquility in a rapid movement Initiated by that chaos; imagined by restless minds, during antithetical time Feels ordinary at first glance, but their baneful desires are undercurrents Flowing dangerously through the underground passages, creating deep fissures Grinding against the silence, the indiscriminate decay is a premonition No one … Continue reading Not Vacant Anymore
Gasping
A world gasping for the plight of human troubles Everyone unsettled, every dream affected by turmoil In solitude, I realise my deep connection with the world Not defined by my boundaries, my ideologies Also, shunning those unethical commentaries Beliefs surviving on rhetorical speeches Superstitiously stepping on the principles of the Universe Only by man alone, the course of humanity undermined Affected by indifference, intolerance, discrimination … Continue reading Gasping
Amitav Chowdhury 