The messages disguised as sympathisers turn brigands Prey on the mind; every possible thought thereafter is poisoned Some of them are welcomed consciously, others follow stealthily There’s that age when life seems to be a joke The perception of cages and unbridled freedom burn hungrily When an entire world seems to be an exaggerated distortion Vulnerable times fall for the high-spirited demands of life’s extortion … Continue reading The Messages
The stillness that threatens to stir an unforeseen transformation Waste not the particles of any thought arising from an unsettling calm Even if the distractions may have pulled the soul away, further from the self Guided by some distant alluring light across mysterious valleys A feeling of someone lurking around to steal the most precious dreams Eyes do not peep anymore for the surprises that … Continue reading Stirring Stillness
The antics try to suppress the dominion of enthusiasm Of this universe, and then settling down in a carved reality To lament the mesmeric caving in of the fragments of existence Only if reality were to be encompassed by these eyes Impossible! They rover purposelessly across lusty silhouettes Contradictions are seeded in the absence of entirety There is every reason to persuade the intellect to … Continue reading The Antics
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
The tranquil decay, the thinly stretched patience and its frail pulsation Compulsions of not speaking convincingly for those clandestine concerns Unearthed from time to time- the fossils, artefacts, ancient woes of life Away from that time, but it inches towards this existence- eternity exists Universe’s spirit breathes through unfathomable epochs; reality is continuous Split into wisdom and travails of imposed reality; a persistent struggle Voices … Continue reading From the Struggle
The evenings aren’t content, yesterday, and today too In between, the day plunged due to the diurnal routine Darkness grumbles about the spaces being ceded casually There is no one to allay the fears that gather courage Turbulent shadows hum the sinister subliminal tune Fumes the nature of change- horizon blazes ominously The paths are unsure and life chases across dim alleys Built on so … Continue reading Uneasy Confluence
It’s a look that mocks, a strange arrival at the inopportune time The hour is right, but the unkempt life is unprepared to come out Some preoccupation with life that is distinctly solemn now Without laughter and joyous sparkle in the eyes, the silence is grave Every possible reason to love and embrace the day disappears In jest, it throws some situations along the ways … Continue reading Mockingly
It’s not those dreams that resemble, but the ones that are simply yours Struggle for your attention, while they tremble and mumble timidly Surrounded by the high decibel troubles that ensure anxious heartbeats At the centre of an arrhythmic life of falsehoods and disguised reasons Of unfounded principles, they become the behemoth that shadows conscience Tyrant dreams continue to busy life with worries, challenges, and … Continue reading Unheard and Distant
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
The chorus of discursive fragments pause little longer than expected Their unabashed lingering does not yield any powerful discourse Sifting among the strewn frustrate the eagerly seeking hands Only a handful of dust and crusts of incoherent meanings As if under a mysterious spell, the wayward wandering, fondness for veering off Yelling at the day won’t upset it, but the mind will feel agitated At … Continue reading The Dissonance
Amitav Chowdhury 