Collaborating with the random thoughts, playful, curious, has many unknown dimensions A mind that stopped judging and misjudging, tripping over false opinions or seeing the world with impersonal perceptions One moment of solitude began extending like a magical abode- the space that I surrendered to, welcomed with a new life Silence heals, I can hear myself, my soulspeak, not from a distance, like a plea, … Continue reading Randomness
There are more spaces in the heart It is where feelings find abode Filled with myriad thoughts Through the prism of your heart Feelings are reflected in many hues Reflected in the eyes are true feelings Waiting for the one who understands One who knows how to unlock the door Walk through the high arched corridors Feel all the spaces of the heart And remain … Continue reading Sacred Space
I tried, but no one was listening to me, earlier it was those scornful looks Now, I do not exist, my opinions are dead, my shadow isn’t trampled by anyone either There is no friendly light that can even feebly help save my shadow You know, to communicate my feelings- where have my feelings been so alien Never embraced by anyone, I started doubting my … Continue reading What if No One Listens…
Adjusting to the sudden luminous celebrations Missing the controls; preferably, a dimmer, a more sombre space I yearn for Pages exposed long enough scorched, looks pale, my emotions half-burnt and ashened I feel ashamed to sit through the spurious spurt in anomalies My skin feels the burn as I shiver in utter despair in rented darkness Looking for a place to retire, to recuperate, dissolve … Continue reading Mighty Dazzle
Overpowering silence survived the chaos Feeble stirrings disguised their feelings before dawn Waking up lonely and empty while greeted by mundane mornings It was the wickedness of time that restricted any passage Emotions stopped reminiscing the missed opportunities Some paths never meet but come closer at a bend Different travellers determined to reach a destination Wary looks and hurried greetings are escape routes Delayed aches … Continue reading Delayed Love
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?
Silence takes away the precious times with my unborn emotions Time takes birth in a new avatar and enshroud my words in an unknown spell Night and day trades places transforming the space into another dimension Slowly turning its sentiments towards the evolving and evasive reality When darkness has a special place for isolation as it blooms so passionately The soul that was baffled embraces … Continue reading Beyond Any Imagination-A New World
“Once upon a time…” Stories rarely begin this way now Memories fade Storytelling has transformed, losing it’s art, the passion, because time is fickle There aren’t any storytellers, the crowds gathered elsewhere Stories will live, somehow, may be in our soul Till it weighs us down Tired and bored, we may rest again, find the connection Stories will have soul once again A storyteller’s pride, … Continue reading Tell Me A Story
Amitav Chowdhury 