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
Can’t think of the metaphors, now those images are blurrySeeking an opinion on time, a paradox that I can explore aloneIn line, but the stars are not aligned yetSky looks mysterious through the camouflaged scenery I feel even smaller now,for now, the amplified consciousness is asleepInsignificant corner- where the orb is positioned as energy spirals out like fireworks Waiting for pure darkness where I cannot … Continue reading Thinking is a Journey
Equilibrium; the light feels warm today, there is no inertia, fallen dreams wake up Flickering horizon, one isolated viewer with his back resting on a flaky wall Overstretched horizon looks like a spent comet, trails of time bygone Eras making a comeback, riding on new hopes, like a chariot from a mythical world Once upon a time wolfed down time by a black hole, finds … Continue reading Sanguine
How long have you known the present, when it’s fleeting nature takes it elsewhere Search through your memories, even at the backyards of abandoned time Honestly, the present is reduced to other particles, dwells in another dimension Yet you want to grasp it, but escapes magically like ethereal dust Wounding the consciousness around a fundamentally unstable reality is insanity Truth has a cultural tone, disguised … Continue reading What Really Exists
Caressing the idea of eternity amongst the strong urge to desire the end Waiting for the extreme curve, defying the deified universe All this noise birthed from an unresolved and unresponsive age of anxious acquiring The burden of hoping in an erroneous pattern; it’s everywhere, exposing the fear of confronting time Frantically posturing in a mighty world misaligned, insufficient understanding of transformation, a primordial truth … Continue reading Catatonic Time
If there were no movements would you have found your stability Imaginations never liked stagnating and getting muddled with indistinct thoughts Significant moments of feeling the pulse of change; consciousness learns to balance the momentum Even in stillness, the void expands, responding to the cosmic rhythm Feels like an unknown existence while connecting to the distant hum Even before time existed and nothing was conceived, … Continue reading Off Balance
Turning away from the haste, the hate, stopping the clocks and becoming impervious to the ridicule Claiming my space, sanctity of darkness, when I longer fear the silence, for midnight calls with a different tune What I wasted in the rush, my dreams became a blur, I could not recognize the environment Tiring to wake up to the noise, misdirecred by the massive push towards … Continue reading Acquiring Silence
Esoteric beginnings like a blissful blossom, Consciousness bloomed, unimaginable calmness Paradisical radiance through the paradoxes of reality upon which life pulsates Somewhere the ambivalence created a pantheon, now, the forgotten primordial messages In the midst of a strong transformation, but unfortunately, the unfirm foundations crumble, the fragile reality exposed Naysayers predict the downfall, from a conflicting conservatism, of consciousness devoid of conscience An abode desecrated, … Continue reading Halcyon Days
Moves on, trickles down deeper into the existence, the psyche, feels like relentless prickles Later, it had sounds, rhythms that birthed history- all happens in a flash, but feels lime eternity Laborious journey of tired souls, upon the unsettling heat if conflicts, feels like destiny conspired by darkness Drilled movements, of people and emotions, numbed senses, but marches on, tired bodies and exhausted desires Only … Continue reading Antiquated
Could not entrust you with my trust in the elongated spectrum of reality Things are not what they appear to be, but every day, trust is designed by an insincere vision My emotions are protected, still fighting the projections; boundaries helped me to remain sane While the talkative world drowns me with drivel in the wake of an unrestrained time Who are those trying to … Continue reading Upon Whom It Rests
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