Why write?

Write when the creative juices flow, struck by a passionate creative angst to carve out our own stories, nurture them, praise them or put them on a pedestal, with ink, carving out their space, before presenting them to the world for some sincere scrutiny and sometimes harsh critiques. Writers write, stories and experiences accumulate, memories tickle the pen…everyone of them wants a tribute. -Amitav Chowdhury Continue reading Why write?

Early Ruminations

The unexpected glare of a morning disperses the gloominess Life is easy with the simplicity and not much curiosity from passersby Keeping track of time feels immoral when life just wishes to pause Leisurely looking through the haze of humanity, not an infantile fantasy A search for some promising visions, if possible for the feeble consciousness My desires may be incoherent with the acceptable moralities … Continue reading Early Ruminations

Another Route

At the sight of first light, even before all other eyes are ready to dream Of a future that is obedient to the desires, and think of closing the boundaries How they will advance is discussed excitedly, philosophically and apprehensively Emotions are poured in a vessel in anticipation of a favourable potion Life can tame time and redirect it through a convoluted space; an artificial … Continue reading Another Route

Not Vacant Anymore

Vacant spaces, feels weird, when there are plenty of hopeless thoughts Waiting to occupy the serenity and tranquility in a rapid movement Initiated by that chaos; imagined by restless minds, during antithetical time Feels ordinary at first glance, but their baneful desires are undercurrents Flowing dangerously through the underground passages, creating deep fissures Grinding against the silence, the indiscriminate decay is a premonition No one … Continue reading Not Vacant Anymore

My desires My Space

Sometimes sleep is disguised in mysterious waysEnters the space to despoil my desiresI am careless, they all lay here and thereSome inconvenient dreams are written thereNot some fancy notebooks, but loose white pagesThey are pure freedom, no blemishes of strict linesI decide the structures; of course, I choose the dwelling place for my emotionsFoundations may seem archaic, but they are solidWithout comparisons, the grow strong, … Continue reading My desires My Space

Like a Morning

Mellowed charm of a life trying to find shelter In the vanishing mirthful places, surviving in patches Where the light likes to shower its blissfulness Wondering about the worldly dawn Unaware of the celestial dawning, an ancient mystery Hidden by mysterious events of timeless reality Concealing the greater part of existence Unaware of the magical awakening every morning A busy fate restrains them from exploring … Continue reading Like a Morning

Cannot Be

Cannot reduce the glowing sun Hold it in greedy hands Stare at it with lusty eyes Glower at the bright morning Whilst feeling gloomy within Alas! Feel helpless? Become aware of human frailty Glory and gratitude is truth Insignificant facade across the earth Cannot obliterate the truth Embrace eternity? The mirage of lies will vanish Myriad desires like shifting sands Erase all the untruths ~Amitav Continue reading Cannot Be

To Be Really Awake

Lingering doubt about the time this soul really awakens Is it the morning that I can look at leisurely At a time when a world outside is riddled with unreasonable doubts It takes time and patience to recognize my presence After a hiatus, ensconced in  a comfortable darkness I think of escaping the suffering emanating from the chaos Searching for a nothingness, comforting emotions, and … Continue reading To Be Really Awake

Brief, But True Moments

For a brief moment, the murkiness was washed away by early light Only to awake and rush towards the pristine scenery; absorbing the tranquility Daring to stay positive in a  transient time that brings happiness Unforgettable vibes of ancient awakening still rhythms through Whoever has drifted and chosen otherwise to believe in a continuum of darkness Preached about struggles, and how banished all those beautiful … Continue reading Brief, But True Moments

Not The Real Reflections

Magical it feels, to look here and there, everywhere Feels transparent, the events that unfold… but rarely so As if something is missing; a part of life in oblivion The night may feel like day and days filled with darkness Early celebrations at those events rarely continue Perceptions and desires of inherent emptiness Moments decline the ultimate kind of euphoria Thoughts of unfulfilled dreams last … Continue reading Not The Real Reflections