Who owns time, take the responsibility of winding them, set them right, straightening time, or looping it around another epoch Only if that would be enough to take the conversations to a different direction, as if cosmic time giving a pulsating push to the consciousness Sullied gardens, ruined paths, detrimental languages and evaporating water-bodies, thirsty souls taking dangerous detours The Sun shines, but it’s fury … Continue reading Missing Metaphors
Who knew the beginning will be an enigma, but here we are still puzzled, complexities wrapped around consciousness Seeking a definite purpose, with codes of morality, ironed out, but the creases are still evident Lack of evidence, exhaustive calculations and hypotheses; but the transformations are subtle and beyond any perceptible change, the one we can control Every period with their own set of problems, a … Continue reading First Appearance
It is tiring to sleep in a haze, a strong presence of a pandemonium Restive moments feel like a surge of an anxious moment lurking within Waiting for the night to spill over and seep deeper through the chasm All this is familiar, the stimuli of unwarranted interests and curiosity When they are eager to mess around with someone in a cocoon Seeking individuation through … Continue reading Clichéd Dreams
Do not be awake to honor the clocks Here and there, measuring life like stern sentinels Sometimes warns us, restricts the adventure Even before I contemplate being a wanderlust Time spies on us, the most ancient spy on earth Confessions of our vulnerability tricked by time Seek healing from time? It knows every grain of secrets Keeps us distracted by the setting up of events … Continue reading Being Awake
The lonely soul is lonelier in a formless world Surrounded by a haze, the tranquil waves of across a thoughtless mind Lonely time follow the cosmic flow around a bend, a steep descent Nothingness embraces again like a mother’s womb Deeper into an eternal sleep for unknown eons Loneliness heals while an out of sync era transcends An escape after a long history of turmoil … Continue reading Evolution of Loneliness
Is there a tree where different types of fruits tempt you, but there is that one fruit missing, the one you love the most. You remember the tenderness, the succulent feel that satiated your soul. Yet, this tree crowded with fruits, burdened branches where crowds rush in, as if this is a miracle. One tree can yield so many different fruits, but the hunger for … Continue reading Observing the Tree
Amitav Chowdhury 