The ageless darkness brings life closer to sleepAnother leap in time, where morning mirrors the changeMultitudes of eternity, soul searching in tired clothesCrumbled dreams like paper, when poor poems are written Darkness conceives light, but the dream of eternity eludesJust like the trees become barren in winterSpring may wake up elsewhere, a forgotten soul will search-Amitav Chowdhury Continue reading Ageless Darkness
In idleness there’s greater momentum where an individual’s imaginations transcend boundariesIt is odd that the world perceives busyness the only way to existEve of another transition, when the day feels more exhausted than human aspirationsShaped by knowledge and languages that demean idle contradictionsSheer force of such arguments push the monomaniacal thoughts, amplified with untruthsIf I do not choose to lose my voice in a high … Continue reading The Idle World- Utopia
Realism falls short of reality. It shrinks it, attenuates it, falsifies it; it does not take into account our basic truths and our fundamental obsessions: love, death, astonishment. It presents man in a reduced and estranged perspective. Truth is in our dreams, in the imagination.-Eugène Ionesco Continue reading Real Deal
Darkness does not feel repetitive…dull morning, detachedDays, like addiction, influence the course of lifeSome force dents the vague boundaries Blunt words kill emotions; yet, passions uncontrolled spurs lifeSeeds of discontent, wild desires tamed transform withinArrested between the roots and their sinister wayward waysToday, if I ask someone, “what’s life?”, I find myself mired in minority complex There are no truthful replies, various modifications of liesDamned … Continue reading Curves of Darkness
Days start with trepidation, vain lies and lazy expectationsSupine dreamers in a world caught in chaotic web Our own work of ambition, the development looks like concentric circlesAs if consciousness spirals in a certain domain Unaware of other dimensions, change feels repetitive, arrested freedomSome rare references of brilliance, borrowed from passages of melancholic expressionsDarkness with frankness, unabated passion stolen from the fierce opposersWhen they had … Continue reading Absurd Days
Silent hysteria of seasons, celebration of being away from everythingEvery day might feel similar, unaware, the leap is beyond the mundaneInsignificant pulsations birth another dimension of lifeOne cannot reason out of the world, some insanity is absolute blissProsaic images stretch themselves through a tunnel of timeImaginations framed, the colors might be missing, or run out of bordersMismatched dreams harasses the dreamer…it’s confusing to detail the … Continue reading Seeking a Space
It feels great to live in a reality that is still a secretExists in my imagination, no one can smudge it anyhowFeels like I have crossed the boundaries after transformationThere are no conclusions, only flashes of new consciousnessWhere possibilities exists through dimensional changesEach day, entering through a portal; welcomed with new revelationsNo walls, no hidden chambers and trapdoors, only infinite opennessSoul looks forward to journey … Continue reading Reality beyond Reality
Not even a whistle as the wind blows through the idlenessShadows have been playful, they play hide n seekNot really a daydream, but a slice of another realityWithin, everything is quiet, now less curious about tomorrowIt comes…wish, silence was more meaningfulQuaint reflections, only glimpses, nothing substantialNothingness being amplified, but consciousness is enjoying a recessWorried about those stories- they may vanish without a traceStoryteller’s fear is … Continue reading Radio Silence
Longer nights with uncomfortable dreamsAppear those apparitions, looking at unconscious soulSurprisingly, the mornings swiftly enter with another chapterAn emptiness so flushed, an irritated soul, tired, still fumbles Fewer birds to greet nowadays, forlorn trees reminisces the past There is a disconnect; an urge to retrieve the truth diedProbably, an early winter can hibernate life- hoping to transformOnly if Springs were beautiful again, unblemished and vibrantThose … Continue reading Waiting Longer- Hope Etched in Horizon
Solitude feels far better when everything else becomes insignificantYou do not fancy the illusions, the lack od depth, frivolous imaginationsOnly if words had the intensity, to stay, stir your soulThey are forgotten in a while, of whimsical ways without echoesOdd, that sounds are not pure enough to echo, quickly erased by tremors of timeLack of space is an excuse when solitude and silence can be … Continue reading Finding Solitude
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