How long have you known the present, when it’s fleeting nature takes it elsewhere Search through your memories, even at the backyards of abandoned time Honestly, the present is reduced to other particles, dwells in another dimension Yet you want to grasp it, but escapes magically like ethereal dust Wounding the consciousness around a fundamentally unstable reality is insanity Truth has a cultural tone, disguised … Continue reading What Really Exists
If there were no movements would you have found your stability Imaginations never liked stagnating and getting muddled with indistinct thoughts Significant moments of feeling the pulse of change; consciousness learns to balance the momentum Even in stillness, the void expands, responding to the cosmic rhythm Feels like an unknown existence while connecting to the distant hum Even before time existed and nothing was conceived, … Continue reading Off Balance
A strange feeling sweeps my consciousness towards another reality Feels alien here, the silence that I absorb makes me realize a truth O Heaven! It’s been eons that I have distanced myself, for my experiences were like a mirage Staring at the time I had spent, now they appear rare, like a mirage Perspectives of fractured dimensions, the sins of differences between me and my … Continue reading Fractured Dimensions
That strong urge to be invisible and imagine that you are invincible, even if the darkness looks menacing Waiting to be transported to another realm, where time doesn’t flinch and I can find the magical door No one following my footsteps or even desiring to understand me; it’s a world of aberrant contradictions I decided to choose my path, another trajectory where time circumnavigates the … Continue reading Wish To Be Invisible
Esoteric beginnings like a blissful blossom, Consciousness bloomed, unimaginable calmness Paradisical radiance through the paradoxes of reality upon which life pulsates Somewhere the ambivalence created a pantheon, now, the forgotten primordial messages In the midst of a strong transformation, but unfortunately, the unfirm foundations crumble, the fragile reality exposed Naysayers predict the downfall, from a conflicting conservatism, of consciousness devoid of conscience An abode desecrated, … Continue reading Halcyon Days
If not you have been still and thought about the primordial darkness When thoughts were not born, only silence deep, divine stirrings of existence Time was not segregated, but a flow through the meditative cosmos Stays in our minds, deeper in the unexplored word, within, vast unknown A struggle of existence, while the soul seeks in the wintry darkness It is an existence, infinite cycles … Continue reading What you Seek in the Dark
The fragility of time, dwindling truth, eroding freedom for dreams to prosper What I read from daily events, fuels my hopelessness, yet I find freedom in what I write There is too much pain, and they have forgotten the secret of healing Diminishing senses imagines a distorted reality, only, they are built on false hopes Trite languages do not evoke any real emotions, I skip … Continue reading Hope Less
Around a twisted axis turbulent time expands uncontrollably Tilted dreams, phases of shadows grow longer, a persistent fear Searching for the source; unaware of who births the light Tremulous grounds, a whirling fate twinned in a parallel reality Melting core goes deeper into chaos, a furious misdirection Revolving around the unconscious through a time bubble Unfathomable subliminal disarray, feeling dizzier during unpredictable changes -Amitav Chowdhury Continue reading Revolving
The obscure, forgotten, realms that only imaginations dare touch Spirit endures the harsh reality, the ravages of time In it’s brief existence, conjure up the energy to fight an existential angst Beyond utterances and promises and untimely fateful experimentation There is hope to sacredly hold the soul, go within and beyond Cultivate fertile imaginations on which dreams can spring Passionately embrace eternity before a quiet … Continue reading Demystify
No one can be compelled to interpret the meanings Sometimes, there are none, only beautifully crafted Lengthy composition with a hint of elitist utterances Plucked from the esoteric world, dampened with gloom A strange attraction, splashes of unfathomable ink Of whose composition and chemical nature is unknown Toxic, from the dormant days, it spoils the fragile pages Conquering feelings that are precious, with a venom … Continue reading Enfeebled
Amitav Chowdhury 