I am busy with the characteristics of being extremely laid back during a busy time Over-embellished designs to keep time, faltering at the original concepts of existentialism Just being there, peeking above the haze, even down there, the earth does not divulge much An ornate interface that displays reality, errs, the overemphasized concepts defy the truth Staring at a screen full of disinformation tickles the … Continue reading Atrophy
The era is quite dry, humid sometimes, but sudden deluge of nature’s rage Dampened moods, there is no other way out of this conundrum Light, not bright enough, clouded by the tired industries, demands, more demands Not simple dreams, it’s said, “you’re a failure, when you lose the urge to possess more Like a surrender to the persistent distractions, corners of life crowded Devoured spaces … Continue reading There is No Pure Light
If we could really see How many can really see through the barriers? Only the loudest colours appeal to the eyes There is that trembling within Warning of the misguided brightness Painted over all the lies and misdemeanours Time corrodes the surfaces It takes patience to see the misfortune Over which the dreams were resting How many pause to see even that? Repugnance on faces … Continue reading Unseen
Silly defiance scrapes through every settled alternative Slipping further into a state of turmoil- harsh times ahead Stories nebulous, a decry… all truths have to be obliterated Signs of forgotten memories, missing ages, unclear narratives Stiffened hearts have to bear the burden of explicit lies Straddling across the undulating and rough paths is uneasy Stupefying ignorance- defies all the reasons from other ages Striking indifferences, … Continue reading Stunning Imbalance
You have woven the lies masterfully to enervate the environment Without being distressed over rapidly eroding trust from the soil Roots are losing the instinct to go deeper and find their strongest region A willful surrender, too often struck down by the inimical stories Every day you have to quit… although, there is enough time to crawl Across rough terrains, on bruised knees, and pain … Continue reading Nothing But Surrender
Hope is a temporary feeling, but persistently knocks the door It has its own reasons to mediate with the obdurate reality Tempers simmer… the days feel excruciatingly longer than they are Of shapes and distortions, objects and their rigid edges Painful manoeuvring through shrinking spaces- spiteful paths Opening them for anyone, without understanding their disguise Guile slithers through the pristine world of hope and love … Continue reading Hoping
Compelled to bathe in the glorification of jealousy Such is the pride that sweeten the thoughts Those who guide and guile through the chosen alleyways Lifeless eyes tired of the artificial lights Heaped thoughts weigh on the mind- forever, forever Dance of the dunces celebrate the glorification ~Amitav Continue reading Glorification
It’s not about the panegyric moments illuminating each word Delivered with a stylish accent amidst applaud and propaganda The demure, diligent, and defiant- an uninspiring combination Of the austere truth, speaking in a void, but resiliently escapes From the fraudulent frequency spectrum of amplified anarchy Where there is scant determination, but persistent intimidation Once there dwelt such trustworthy voices; now only fancy eulogies Ungentle leaning … Continue reading Proclivity
Where a dream would come from? From sleeplessness or lengthened days of deep sleep The fear of not going further into that slumberous world For, once accidentally the soul may have walked too far into a native land A devout wish of the wandering heart could not rhythm there A nobler world was forgotten around the crucial bend of life Mirroring the death in sleep, … Continue reading Where Dreams Come From
The creaks from the cracks, cacophony of creatures of darkness Probably, devouring something after luring them with the seductive light Here, stopped clocks devour time, and silence’s gluttony is quite alarming Pleasures of pain, of human ordeals; grouchy pages consume emotions Words without meanings strung in an alluring way to fashion nakedness Vacuously blithesome, there’s revelry and partying of the wildest nature Stoic clock watches … Continue reading Stopped Clocks
Amitav Chowdhury 