While I decide to go the other way Something pulls me, interrupts my decision There I wish to live and find a purpose Here, I have comprehended the futility Whether I am being pushed or pulled, I know not On who is behind the contradictions Above restlessness, it is a continuous struggle Difficult distancing myself from both realities While I sit here exasperated and tired … Continue reading The Contradictions
There are no compensations to forego the precious moments Calling the darkness shades over a sprightly day Unprecedented void threatens to create a menacing scene For the fearful eyes… awake through a tumultuous time Deprived of sleep, awakening dreams, pure feelings Mysteries like ancient cobwebs decorate the frightened corners All are urged to wake up during the unearthly hours Innocent beings unwillingly witness scary events … Continue reading Waiting For
They were not faint beliefs… persuasive and relentless Even chases your shadow at the dawn of faintest hour Bothersome, because they interfere with your dreams Stripping off the fine disguise of life and exposing lies Dreams as a child are more meaningful and beatific Adulthood brings its own woes and apprehensions Becoming irksome… the character still believes Those faint beliefs at the oddest hours of … Continue reading After Contemplations
Mere reputation isn’t enough to fight the persistent weather Judgements make them threadbare- a multitude of opinions Carry enough malice with the overt expressions of familiarity Odds are that the genuine effort thwarted by a cathartic milieu Prevails agony along the way of the misfortune and apathy Trivial comments find their way to the conscience like snakes Disrepute thrust upon the pure sentiments… a weary … Continue reading It Falters
Fallow terrains, unattainable desires, mistrusts and chaos All eyes on the expectations of change… not within, but what you are surrounded with Worthy or not, the stubborn desire to dominate the circumstances Picking out the flaws with merciless pincers… they distort the shape further A grotesque accumulation across the barren lands is an unworthy sight Mistaken perceptions find something to celebrate about the triumph A … Continue reading Barren
With vile force, you overthrow the chances; the broken promises won’t be mended Breathing laboriously to remain active in the midst of the traditional strife Rising every day with a taste of bitterness- an aftertaste of the poisonous drinks Breaking down the relationships, and burning down the dwellings of hope Standing on the undulating ground… a strong vengeance of the earth’s stirrings Deep down the … Continue reading The Unfortunate Surrender
Looking at it Without looking into it Satiating the consciousness Only superficially Deciding confidently Decoding surfaces Confident hubris Eye rolls Complicated stares Distorted languages Particles play truant Changed patterns Capsized reality There’s no time To look into it ~Amitav Continue reading There is No time
Whispering words Tired words Struggling words Uncanny words Tragic words Condemning words Redacted words Where in the word is any space left for curing it? Diminishing chances, fading hope Scope to build on hubris Yes, accumulating debris The glitch in the minds Trying to overpower the space Constellations to be rewritten Fate repositioned Again, the words are not enough But the free will to desecrate … Continue reading Rogue Words
Heroism; the one who thinks can manipulate time with flimsy words Infuse it with forbidden sentiments and desire to mimic the chameleons Such bravery in disguise, the masks of infamy change with the temper The immense satisfaction of a jester who believes to be the clever magician It’s just momentary entertainment; a show that gets accolades from hypocrites Strange! The manifestation of how the world … Continue reading Unimpressive Magic
It’s time to talk to time about its increasing tardiness, Cannot overlook the concept of fleeting moments- Since they do not spare life from the tumultouos events, Like stubborn crabs, they hold on to the heart in an agonizing way. Counting time on the fingers has imprinted grief instead of lines; Water sickens the skin but still won’t wash them away. Woeful clouds and stink … Continue reading Sunken Time
Amitav Chowdhury 