Far off from where I started, faint memories, I don’t remember the date or time I did not start with expectations or a plan, but here I am, reminiscing the isolation Now, I decide after the memories have become distant, the rejections, of every season I wanted to try at my pace, while taken through some eccentricities, without worried about arriving Enjoying my idiosyncrasies, where … Continue reading Gift of Isolation
Attuned to the disharmonious process Awake, while the earth sleeps still Preparing for another journey to digress Darkness has the willingness to kill Lest the dreams speak out for freedom Nothing alike in the thoughts of two That’s a world waking without wisdom Drifting apart, the souls won’t woo Faltering language they can’t fathom Time goes wild in an unfruitful chase Precious feelings pay a … Continue reading In Vain
Difficult reading the sentiment of the wind Its free-will is disconcerting for everyone Sometimes like a nemesis threatens the existence Jovial and talkative… woods enjoy the moments Frolicsome whispers echo across valleys Following the monotony of a routine… the expectations Weighs down on the born-free spirit Barely listening to each other’s feelings anymore Only trying to decipher the hazy silhouette Voices dissolve frantically in the … Continue reading The Spirit Endures
Fallow terrains, unattainable desires, mistrusts and chaos All eyes on the expectations of change… not within, but what you are surrounded with Worthy or not, the stubborn desire to dominate the circumstances Picking out the flaws with merciless pincers… they distort the shape further A grotesque accumulation across the barren lands is an unworthy sight Mistaken perceptions find something to celebrate about the triumph A … Continue reading Barren
Untrammelled journeys lead to surprising destinations A whispering of silence reveal many secrets Time leaves a soul alone; almost forgotten by a busy world Feels unfamiliar after a lengthy disconnect Past sacrifices itself in the present tranquillity Future dreams appear with cryptic messages Nothing startling after freeing the soul from obstinate time Unburdening opinions of mistaken identities A persistent battle of perceptions and avaricious deals … Continue reading Different Expectations
Nothing that the day could offer, but life has to wait outside the door like a weary visitor. Each day forms the accordion and blow out the worthy sentiments with force. Discordant notes fill the air with a vengeance, but one cannot complain; while expected to sing along, reiterate, and glorify them, the rhythm is set at a different level. Pure perfumes are drowned in … Continue reading What could the Day offer…
The pandemonium from the vacant arguments Somehow, the day is forced to settle down unquietly Time is pulled into the argument and wound tightly Grotesque voices scrape across the walls Murals of anxiety, aggressiveness, and foul language Permanent signs of dissonance Natural lights have been barred from the premises The togetherness of loneliness and other passive fear Many overlapping coffee stains tables the discord Dust … Continue reading Vacant Feelings
It becomes difficult explaining or justifying the disorderly pace Seems haphazard to the methodical world Difficult it is to remain focused and face those intense waves Reminiscing alone in the shore, away from hustle and bustle of calculations The measure of dialogues and evaluation of feelings are tiring Only this much in return of that much is a relationship too much to comprehend Creative vagabonds … Continue reading Explanations Sought
Do not look for simplicity with a complex edge With shining example of wily disguise Glint of cunningness shrewdly dissecting minds Waiting to pounce on those insecure moments Frail links wish to survive continuous prying When thoughts spy on the heart over time Learning about the preferred sentiments Close to the soul, they bring solemn intervals Surrender to simplicity with pure intentions Conscience won’t feel distressed … Continue reading Some Expectations
The roots being pulled out with all might one can conjure Hollow, none would gauge the conspiracies that nurture under the soil Soiled to the core, the adulterated juices seep deeper to alter their soul Flailing and aimless pleas echo in the dampened and dark clingy walls Enervated roots, contradicting their nature of anchoring life Such wily behaviour have reached the unknown depths of soul … Continue reading The Roots
Amitav Chowdhury 