Tag: Distress
New Spaces that Emerge
There are surprising restrictions and I have to enjoy the Sun quietly Among repressed sighs, the morning is not that ebullient Cautious breeze across the man-made objects, little less curious these days Surprisingly, the birds have gathered, some new ones too are visiting Fewer disruptions by the talkative lot amidst worrying about the future Abundance of time, accumulation of boredom across the house Restive feelings … Continue reading New Spaces that Emerge
There is Fear
Oh-so incredibly perplexing the order of the events Tired of rearranging them; they settle on their own On unsettled segments created by irregular lines When boundaries look like feverish insecurities Unfamiliar nights vehemently lure the restless soul There are no remedies for a trembling world Shrouded in the inscrutable mystery of incognito time Stillness of the watches bury the vibrancy of life Living through laboured … Continue reading There is Fear
Tough Choice
The solitude is peaceful for some Others perturbed by the lack of noise Silence is slandered so crudely Continued betrayal with the Universe Possible reflections behind a shadow A chasm in life where none stands Silence and pandemonium stare harshly Unconscionable moments shatter the peace Uttering some incoherent sentences Fallen time does not respond to the light Waking up is tiresome and boring ~Amitav Continue reading Tough Choice
Untimely Sunset
Losing the day too early amidst a chaotic tide There is no time to gauge the moment and gaze beyond Stricken with melancholy, the ill-gotten sentiments rule Unseen sunlight in the clouds burn like trapped embers The day loses momentum as offensive debates rage Glaring reflections on tranquil rivers are harsh reminders Clocks die down one being caught between flagrant time Uncanny isolation by strange … Continue reading Untimely Sunset
Disquieting Times
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
Inopportune Time
Inebriated times; difficult to match the stupor and whimsical behaviour As if, the ocean of time is disturbed by persistent effluence of negativity In abundance of such nature, purposelessness flows through murky channels Of woes, carved by greedy hands; satiating the monsters residing deep Ferocity of mobs spill over and arises the foulest of rebellion; distressing time Mutinous souls unable to exist and coexist as … Continue reading Inopportune Time
Of Imaginations
Often, the beautiful imaginations are erased by mournful emotions Even before their chances of standing up, they have to crumble and dissipate Distress footfalls leave marks on the mind as they march towards the untouched territories Tremulous soul can do little to alert the subjugated mind to wake up from this tyranny Trying to move towards the windows and doors, only to find them nailed … Continue reading Of Imaginations
When we aren’t Distracted
No one will be alright in a distracted world. There isn’t enough time to familiarize with the intrinsic thoughts and cater to the clear consciousness. One has to come out of that world to the many worlds that are ready to seize the inquisitive child. Such a frenzied world does not discriminate in distracting. Distractions are sold everywhere; easily available and the curious individual’s eyes … Continue reading When we aren’t Distracted
Forlorn
Chanceless wandering while seeking across the abysm Time is irrelevant and reviled by the wicked darkness Back and forth, the thoughts are tumultuous waves Alone in the alternate eternity so craftily replicated Foundation of abeyance grips the feet aggressively Sky dissolves and a membrane of falsehoods appear Amateurish seeking through the deep and shrewd alleys ~Amitav Continue reading Forlorn
Amitav Chowdhury 