Bare branches will stare more meaningfully, when the leaves, like patterns in the mind, remind you of the forgotten notes. They will not return but fresh ones will emerge after the hostile cold is over. The soil must have been superficially embellished, but the decay enriches its soul. Some of them will be taken away to an unknown destination; wither away before releasing the secret … Continue reading Isolation
It is tiring to seek and bring back the forsaken moments Some journey cannot be planned while being true to yourself Time has transformed the soul, quite different from earlier reflections Unrecognizable to the forlorn eyes; now comfortable with the melancholy Breathing that familiar air, now only few breaths can survive This world has a consistency of a different nature of emotions Changes have unravelled … Continue reading Directions
Could have been a delightful morning If I could remember the pleasant dream Abruptly erased, for I failed to embrace them dearly All these worries rush in without my consent Time descends toward uninspiring and dark depths Where the brightest have to surrender Tiring pace of monotony and the monochrome days Early shadows across the new-born light Their fading brilliance is an ominous sign ~Amitav Continue reading Fading
Forgotten seasons wrapped in delicate months Only in dreams and imaginations they become alive Solemn creativity describes them in cheerless words A long and tiring wait for the reticent life in this posture Strange feelings from that antithetical position Altering the shape of the spine and shifting the soul There is a lot of chaos within but words are puny Ineffective for the clamorous environment … Continue reading Unforgettable
No one is bothered about the unfulfilled emotions Fades away, after flowing aimlessly across the cosmic chaos Knots of trivialities pattern the curtains over wide windows Dirt settles on them, the creases devoured by clothes moths The Sun has been not too kind over the years, fading life Much earlier than other worries could catch up with it Surrendering to the emerging voids that are … Continue reading Escaping
Only road has been pushed aside by the rushing journeyers Somewhere erased, tattered along the edges and faint traces of wilderness Time upon time added a complex layer of monotony to the spaces Trying to explain the complex emotions in trite languages Stories are not held too closely anymore, but unnecessarily ornate Uncomplicated meanderings along that road is a difficult journey Conflicting time tears up … Continue reading The Less Visible Road
The random lines across the silent zones Unworldly patterns of the mind trying to explore Other dimensions of existence; in an intense adventure Tropical emotions raised from the landscapes Often, the nighttime is the best phase for mishanthrop Elsewhere, there are streams of other sentiments Channeling the rapid changes along the course Sometimes fierce, sometimes docile, lost in phases One does not have the perfect … Continue reading Random Lines
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
If it was not your reflection that surrendered to other reflections With little persuasion, it decided to transform into another character Stealing a part of you and running away with some precious emotions Yes, reflections on deceitful areas, already on a decline, can be irritating Once yearning to travel away from the being, the repetitive reflection Of which you were born with from the designs … Continue reading What’s In that Reflection?
Obsequious obsession with opaque dreams Ocular distortions and oppression of objects desirable Oratory failures reverberate through the speeches Orbits shrunken by the alarming intensity Orpheus disappeared along with the beautiful creations Oaken cottages empty of any inspirations Obscene transformation of once verdant landscapes Obdurate consciousness is like a hurricane ~Amitav Continue reading Onus
