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
Morning wakes me on a wintry morning At the last hours of darkness spilled Whispers of the universe with new messages For now, darkness will be dimmed Weak light conceived from the unknown reality Known to me, but distant and shines bright Fresh visage with roseate glow gives hope Warm embrace of silence assures the soul To be awakened in slumberous world My desires have … Continue reading On A Wintry Morning
Surprising glimpse of rustic images Sleeping city in the foetal position Dreaming of a primeval world Continuing with the traditional sleep Vanishing haziness expose the pureness Longing of the soul arise at predawn Fading of the artificial barriers Cleansing of an overused canvas Crushing so many desires and colours Imploring everyone to identify them Subjugating energised pure imaginations Concealing truth in deceptive designs Darkling landscapes … Continue reading Emerging
How many sunsets one has to sit through and sift Before real darkness sets in like the stubborn one Many dreams and nightmares have to be crossed Dawn can only mean as much the awake soul feels It is the lucky fellows who can sniff the fresh dawn And can smile at the beautiful sky without malice Life can be expensive in the cities and … Continue reading Sunset
Rushing towards the morning without taking off the night’s robe Waiting for the first hint of light after a gruelling debate with worries They were eager to write an epitaph without the flair for that language Unwilling to emend the phrases and pauses; they felt so inappropriate First glances of light erased the sense of gloomy deliberation of night The eyes were waiting to decipher … Continue reading Rushing towards a Dawn
The morning always comes back Defeating the bitter darkness with its light Honeyed warmth kiss the freshness There is an eternal breath Wings too; they appear to be angelic All that is empty is filled with hope Even deserted streets have some visitors Slow paces and trepidation- feet leads to a fate As the light passes through the eyes It ignites an unusual passion in … Continue reading Dawn- An Awakening
Tonight, the stars will be bewildered by the celebrations Of change that we all seek passionately; drown the voices with noise Some of the events would be arranged, some forgotten Others scattered here and there, but the precious ones settled deep As the darkness is lit up by smiles, prayers, and lights There are those ripples of memories slowly playing with the mind For now, … Continue reading Change in the Horizon
Crimson worries, rhythmical silence notes down secretly The calligraphic notes brushed finely by the excellent winds Language divine, pacify them- the heart feels assured for now Dusk covers everything like the loving concern of a mother Says, “sit here as long as you wish, but settle the worries” Tonight, before the long walk back home, feel confident Tired legs must walk towards the bed with … Continue reading From Evening to Dawn
At this moment of unusual dimness, when light should have been there Somewhere deep in the world of dimness that disconsolate feelings wish to flow When light has been traded for darkness, there must be some reason to think For the unilluminated dawn has occurred before the eyes with some unusual dilemma Whether to allow the slumberous moments to continue or get ready for the … Continue reading Dimmed Moments
Humbled by time, life presses on to seek few more hours Oscillating reminders of a sharp note snip away meticulously When listening to any other sound isn’t a choice behind closed doors Waiting for a kind intruder to walk away with the timekeeper Rewind the mind and settle down in the warmth of some memories Not tired or saddened anymore when realisation dawns Walking along … Continue reading Time Compels
Amitav Chowdhury 