There will be poetic justice! Even silence can become the valiant warrior, love can be the indestructible armour. None will speak untimely and weave a ghastly pattern of lies. Without any wicked pitiful gestures, there will emerge the truthful feelings; breaking the constricting characterisation by some evil storyteller. Comeuppance! Never forget the rewards of life for those who have suffered due to indignant characters. ~Amitav Continue reading Patience and Reward
How much grief is being poured in along the trodden ways The tired feet, the filthy feet, walks along wearyingly on a piteous journey The worthless directions are vehemently denied by love; oft there are disagreements It is about what has been heard and by whom they were narrated Where gladness has always meant distressing the lovely dreams and reading their lengthy lamentations Foolish fearlessness … Continue reading Much oft Experienced
The truth does not change with the sunrise and sunset It is there, omnipresent; visible to some, felt by others In there, deep somewhere in the being, when life is quiet Sometimes when the day fades and transforms Into a celestial beauty; there, look into her eyes Angelic, cryptic, and shrouded in mystery of that truth One cannot deny but defy at the daring insistence … Continue reading Timeless Truth
Unrestrained time chooses to be a delinquent character Evil laughter, on instilling fear and enjoying the disintegration of rightness It can choose to shower the dictums at any moment Its sudden calmness is evil- wonder, the nature of fate the eyes are reading Inhospitable time, once upon a time, decided to erase the shores Only vast oceans of chaos to hurl challenges towards human resilience … Continue reading The Time
Is time wicked or it senses the fickleness in the air Of fictitious reality intercepting the unrighteous thoughts Muses aren’t amused by the stories that follow None can reign the winds spawned by evil forces Lies travel with immoral intent across the dark territories Awakened by the sinister chants from deep caverns Conspires with the rogue time of some malefic age A cold breath of … Continue reading Vile Time
The ghostly hours sneak into the mind to fool around with thoughts, It reminds the heart of all the memories that were forgotten but not lost; They must have been somewhere in the scheme to unnerve the plot. The soul must be engaged with the ephemeral chaos around a glowing orb- These vanishing hours invoke the unpleasantness of impious powers. Languid reveries are breathed … Continue reading The Orb in a Vacuum
Looking for permanence in a world that firmly believes in rapid erosion of moments Briefly held near the eyes, before they are taken away for reasons unbeknown to man It difficult reading hastily changing faces and holding on to slowness during times of urgency The killing of desires is a violent act too; “But it’s only desires being slayed”, says a stoic voice Searching for … Continue reading Impermanence
Light feels claustrophobic Trapped by the lascivious eyes Eyes that have devoured ominous images Their gaze is disturbing A predatory relationship with light Collaborating with the unfriendly Chilling flow of life; visible disturbances Endangering the children born Of turmoil that is blood-curdling Love ripped apart savagely Goosebumps reveal the intense fear Acidic tears burn the cheek Many dark rituals to propitiate evil For slandered existence … Continue reading Trapped Light
Love is anaemic, fickle, and loves to reside in the deepest abysses filled with darkness Such plight of fright, from the uncaring world that eulogises love and even writes passionate lines on it Ever wondered, the crimson skies may be a warning for the sinister night that wishes to prowl on love seeking hearts How cleverly the tragic drama has been woven with every strand … Continue reading Tragic Love
The stultifying existence often find a place in some fatalistically optimistic manuscript Scolded and molded into a submissive narrative; exasperatingly intricate with the vulgar details Of all the sins that are glorified bloom in an alternate paradise conceived by the infernal imaginations Flowers and their intoxications are delusionally enjoyed when crushed many times between the palms This anathema spreads stealthily through the murky clouds that … Continue reading Denouement
Amitav Chowdhury 