Lamenting Sun pulls down the curtains There is solace to be found in this new found darkness Preferable silence over the discomforting fables Foibles of the day are enough to unsettle the rhythm Spasms! The day contorts due to uncomfortable questions Propositions of scandalous desires Let it all settle down; they will sink deeper and taint Still, this stillness will rescue the advance of such … Continue reading As The Curtains Come Down
How intensely the ripples are played like a discordant instrument Forcibly, the lyrics are sung, which pierces the tranquil realm Seeds are strewn all over the ruffled and trampled ground; hopes quelled Cryptic mists gather over the graceless surfaces that cloak the environs Haughty dance steps gathered all the unsettled seeds into a muddy brawl Ages of turmoil wounded the skies and acres of pristine … Continue reading In Disagreement
How far one has to walk away from the soul’s abode to feel entirely lost Lose the ability to sense the trepidations of those forsaken feelings A dilemma stronger than the trust that one used to have on them Easily confiscate the truth from their possessions and cry for their loss Disconnection spurs the mind to think of an alibi for the curious world Stretches … Continue reading A Reversed Pursuit
Dissatisfaction cannot be confined for too long from the world. The windows may be closed, but those curious ears pressed against them cannot be reprimanded for their behaviour. The stormy eyes perceive the beautiful landscapes and morning sun to be too bright. The pacifying languages are all generalisations. Nostalgia becomes that strong nauseating aroma lingering around the house in a stubborn manner. The walls and … Continue reading Disquieting Times
When the words are stiff, they feel discomforted by the offered space Missing nostalgia, also devoid of sentiments that wait outside forever Yearnings on their faces; the sighs mist the window, obscuring the weather Even the lucid understanding transforms into a cloudy apparition of thoughts Unnecessary gossips act like a sharp scissor eager to shred the feelings A stillness of life, wary of any more … Continue reading Stiff Words
Silent brooding turns into an uncomfortable tradition of creating a situation With words first, then the emotions start articulating discomfort with language Words drag the mind from the gloomy silence to the centre of conflict and speculations When silence become hard as a rock, it weighs on the soul with its troublesome attitude Deep indentations blemish the once pristine environment of solitary dwelling Every day, the unravelling … Continue reading Silent Contemplations
What if the thorns were flowers once? Devoid of feelings and succulent dreams Withered reluctantly to guard the flowers What if our dreams experience same fate? A boundary of existence adorned with thorns Instead of guarding, they puncture aspirations Do thorns remind of turbulent times? The neglect or fate of dreary transformation What if dreams continue to be neglected? A ruthless desire to absorb all … Continue reading Thorns
It is impossible to touch comfort when heart races towards chaos Illusions float through a realm of thinly veiled reality So many doors were promised to be open, but now insensitive to prayers From the traveller who wishes to rest for a while A disoriented flight towards burning desires lit up by demonic glare A trap! The uncontrollable flames storms to engulf emotions Uncomfortable silence … Continue reading Uneasy Moments
Amitav Chowdhury 