Eventually they pay me in rude silenceTurn away from my shadow, bypassing my soul Creating a rift within me, since I start doubting my feelingsVisions bifurcate, there, in front of me two identitiesManipulating my integrity, yet, the world is in motionLife loses momentum, these moments create a dense fogWhat once felt like a dream turns into a miasma of despairTime loses relevance, my reasoning repulsed … Continue reading Recurrent Events
All ideas have a lifespan, some longer compared to others, depending on their usability and sustainability, also, their ability to modernize or transform according to the changes, first, in human thinking, institutions, society, and their resilience to be experimented upon the templates of myriad ideologies, ideological differences, and cultural diversity. Ideas that not only gives an honest feedback-a reflection of our present actions and course … Continue reading Longeivity of Ideas
We can regard our life as a uselessly disturbing episode in the blissful repose of nothingness.-Arthur Schopenhauer Continue reading Life and Nothingness
The ageless darkness brings life closer to sleepAnother leap in time, where morning mirrors the changeMultitudes of eternity, soul searching in tired clothesCrumbled dreams like paper, when poor poems are written Darkness conceives light, but the dream of eternity eludesJust like the trees become barren in winterSpring may wake up elsewhere, a forgotten soul will search-Amitav Chowdhury Continue reading Ageless Darkness
Days start with trepidation, vain lies and lazy expectationsSupine dreamers in a world caught in chaotic web Our own work of ambition, the development looks like concentric circlesAs if consciousness spirals in a certain domain Unaware of other dimensions, change feels repetitive, arrested freedomSome rare references of brilliance, borrowed from passages of melancholic expressionsDarkness with frankness, unabated passion stolen from the fierce opposersWhen they had … Continue reading Absurd Days
It feels great to live in a reality that is still a secretExists in my imagination, no one can smudge it anyhowFeels like I have crossed the boundaries after transformationThere are no conclusions, only flashes of new consciousnessWhere possibilities exists through dimensional changesEach day, entering through a portal; welcomed with new revelationsNo walls, no hidden chambers and trapdoors, only infinite opennessSoul looks forward to journey … Continue reading Reality beyond Reality
Can’t think of the metaphors, now those images are blurrySeeking an opinion on time, a paradox that I can explore aloneIn line, but the stars are not aligned yetSky looks mysterious through the camouflaged scenery I feel even smaller now,for now, the amplified consciousness is asleepInsignificant corner- where the orb is positioned as energy spirals out like fireworks Waiting for pure darkness where I cannot … Continue reading Thinking is a Journey
It all starts with thy shadowsLittle unbalanced steps and curiosity It’s gestures were reassuring, sometimes felt like mockingDarkness has a mischievous sideKnowing yourself, that concept never occurred until time filtered the realityFinding oneself alone, there is enough time to think of a panoramic view Not everyone will be destined to write a biography A world that forgets the presence and identity of an isolated soulCalculating … Continue reading Learning to Know
Sometimes the simplest of gestures puzzles usTruth feels disgustingly surprisingCoarse words without emotional rhymes feel sweeterWithout the knowledge of nurturing lifeIt’s common to release the passionate embraceNature seems unnatural; finding solace between fragile timeSways that bridge, it won’t allow them to passProbably there resides Shangri-La, the mystical clouds are secretiveLike the Mother who is angry on the child, a punishment Till they mend their behavior, … Continue reading Common
Solitude feels far better when everything else becomes insignificantYou do not fancy the illusions, the lack od depth, frivolous imaginationsOnly if words had the intensity, to stay, stir your soulThey are forgotten in a while, of whimsical ways without echoesOdd, that sounds are not pure enough to echo, quickly erased by tremors of timeLack of space is an excuse when solitude and silence can be … Continue reading Finding Solitude
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