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
Where those thoughts wander one may not be able to imagine They may be errant, but not erratic in the pursuit of something Sighs of the world so busy and your favourite distractions Unemotional skies stare at the dreary landscapes filled with objects There are no natural mirrors anymore across thirsty times Wandering take you far; away from the immoral curiosities It is easy to … Continue reading Off Course
I would never know the conclusions of my writing After all these years, I feel I have just started the journey This creativity and all the wonderful definitions I know not much I just write, trying to make my way through the intriguing haze Fine man of letters has been read along the way A reason to be inspired as I spoke to them in … Continue reading Difficult to Imagine
False alarm during the darkest time of the night Dreams fluttered like the caged birds waiting to freed Such anomalies strike at the soul of the consciousness Drowsy visions scan the room like a traveller lost Trudging through the endless swirls of irregular paths Is that really you? A sudden curiosity creeps in The voice does not speak the usual language Loud cries of the … Continue reading False Alarm
Thoughts skid across the awkward mind There are times when the mind is preoccupied with insane ideas Well, even the days could give up talking to the solitary one They say, “Leave him alone, as we are not allowed to peek.” Whether it is their curiosity or obstinacy to eavesdrop on someone What would it take to teach some etiquette to the indiscreet days? For … Continue reading Rushing Through
The birds seem to have gathered innocuously One called the other, then in unison, then everyone responded They know how to create a rhythm Their wings have brought them here for a purpose Winds must have written some messages on them As scripts, they reveal the messages Their stare, sometimes unnerving They may be speculating over my curious expressions Probably, peering through my subliminal thoughts … Continue reading The Birds
When common sense becomes controversial Looked upon by the collective with evil eyes Trial by silence first, then sharp eyes censure Truth seems to be moribund by the debauched When this can be replaced with that; confusion Prevails the sense of arrogance- a hasty end Language becomes corrupt, thoughts next Hypocrisy of showing off the fatal alternative Lure as many minds towards the cursed pond … Continue reading The Controversy and Curious Attraction
Transgressions of a silent type All that happens is silence, with resilience Memories cleansed by wailing Thus, surrendered to the flow There’s not much hope in the morrow Sorrow, the world joins All that negativity could gather The courage to be curious About a feeble heart; waylaid Whispers become crisper Cuts mercilessly through the silence Changes are uncertain But time is inimical and clinical Meek … Continue reading Transgressions
How the thoughts are arranged in the mind like different coloured yarns Segregated and placed according to their urgency To be woven after a long hiatus within; to be designed and interspersed with white spaces The sizzling sounds distract the mind, even the tongue feel the loss of words For a brief moment; it is impolite to be silent in the world where stories are … Continue reading Yarns
How much do you feel when you see the world around? Like a child? Or, Like someone who has abruptly chosen to surpass the consciousness Where is the foundation to lay the words for them to grow with each reading Curiosity? Or, Ultimate greediness to mimic the sensibilities of the words of the world Is it really change in perspective? Or, Change in the prejudiced … Continue reading Way to See
Amitav Chowdhury 