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
No, these are not grandiose times Everything happens according to the time A habit, controlled by a powerful world Exaltation of a different reality here It burns; the body cannot bear the heat Dehydrated minds unable to nurture feelings Heartbeats echo the scared moments Very few precious things to possess Lamentations of unholy transformations Worldly possessions disintegrate Before they appeared like an apparition Killed the … Continue reading Unreliable
There are no compensations to forego the precious moments Calling the darkness shades over a sprightly day Unprecedented void threatens to create a menacing scene For the fearful eyes… awake through a tumultuous time Deprived of sleep, awakening dreams, pure feelings Mysteries like ancient cobwebs decorate the frightened corners All are urged to wake up during the unearthly hours Innocent beings unwillingly witness scary events … Continue reading Waiting For
The individuality shines brighter amidst anachronistic expectations Rhapsodic dreams in wakeful moments with brilliant visions of life Definitions stare at failures and a strict dilemma of their proposed plans A world ecstatic about mediocrity- alienating the primordial sentiments What kind of dreams can transform into objects of disparity and chaos All that resides within cannot be purged out; this is anti-cathartic Standing alone, enveloped in … Continue reading The Individual Dreams
Not all evenings you get a glimpse of the moon It may be disappointing, but somewhere in the heart you feel assured Of its presence; probably, feels diminished by the gloominess Those gloomy eyes may have been pleading too much The changing tempers of the moon can be traced back to the cosmic feelings Seasons of the universe casts lesser light on this world Today, … Continue reading During its Absence
When heartbeats cannot translate the night’s cryptic whispers Tremulous hour sinks the feelings; guided by a lone light towards the deep Unknown spirit of the night wearies the hopeful dreams of a soul Aimless wandering, sleeplessness, swift sinking into a doubtful realm It feels the day’s reversed image has been imprinted upon this canvas Sights sigh and slyly sees the perplexed eyes gauge the inert … Continue reading Timeless Night
A morning etched in hues of smudged melancholic graphite Still! The stillness is quite unusual for a day about to begin its journey A stultifying feeling grips the wind, quite restricted and sombre is the mood When newness absorbs the sorrowful feel and oozes the uneasiness Drips the sky like the watercolour on the canvas painted by a careless painter Uneasy whispers come from the … Continue reading Etched in Melancholy
Of softened night comes the light of cosmic rendition Fills the heart with eternal hope under a canopy of doubt Fascinating feels the elated feelings, a reason to celebrate In the time of inkless thoughts where words feel the void Kindness showers of eternal light bathe the darkness prime Songs may be heard of the luminous visitor who heals Time to surrender to the dreamlike … Continue reading For the Night
It’s difficult looking for a shelter when the rains arrive unannounced The feet scurry through the tranquil place, at a pace of undesired hurriedness At the intersections of rain, the fine intricate design creates a hazy design There’s a thunderous roar announcing, “hurry home or look for some temporary place to crawl under” Vast tranquil suddenly wakes up with noisy chatters, speaking in a sprightly manner While it … Continue reading While Looking for a Shelter
Would you share your dreams with a stranger? Thinking about a miracle may happen through storytelling When the words are received by the stranger’s benevolence Like touching a magic stone; they become vibrant with hope The verses flow once they find their rhythm From one line the stories aren’t satiated; thus, flows the recitations After a moment it becomes satisfying A miracle! Two strangers interpreting … Continue reading Stranger
Amitav Chowdhury 