Sceptical Morning and Detours

Some mornings are not morning enough! The dichotomy, whether it is in the thoughts or in the perception, splits the character of a morning into two conflicting characters. The characteristic of a man, who has not dreamt well and had ogres visiting them with odd signs, can become tipsy with the potent chaos. Staring at the morning for more than its promised stay will drag … Continue reading Sceptical Morning and Detours

If They are not Translated

In the absence of translations, would you be eager to ponder On those lines that stare at you in a different language Their emotions may be similar to yours; do not misconstrue the cadence When nothingness surrounds you and implores to listen to the truth Someone trying to reach you through with personal yearnings Do not dismiss the lines to be silent ones; they have … Continue reading If They are not Translated

Yarns

How the thoughts are arranged in the mind like different coloured yarns Segregated and placed according to their urgency To be woven after a long hiatus within; to be designed and interspersed with white spaces The sizzling sounds distract the mind, even the tongue feel the loss of words For a brief moment; it is impolite to be silent in the world where stories are … Continue reading Yarns

The Dryness

Swaddled with meagre feelings Dryness settles between the creases Like stubborn tenants The dwelling feels dehydrated Robbed of all the precious emotions Through the cunningness and deals Broken promises and evil ambitions From youthful scenes to dreariness The stinging winds become lethal Depraved darkness comes along Masked in a monotonous colour Barren patio stares at desolate roads Comparing the promises and reality As life feels … Continue reading The Dryness

Rhythm of Silence

Honeyed silence drips languidly An idle look at the world still asleep Unaware of the emotions Soul rises to the pristine silence An intricate language it is Takes eternity to speak fluently Flows like a drunk on sweetness Honour to the supine soul Winter becomes delicate The warmth of a soul’s feelings World drowns in that silence Exaltation of soul stirrings ~Amitav Thanks to Bojana’s … Continue reading Rhythm of Silence

Before Retiring

Eyes want to rake in the wintry feel before retiring  Before sleep changes the course of flow through reeling darkness Declining the entry after the windows and doors are shut The advances of declining perspectives stop at the stairs Faint knocks of phantom times that emerge from condensing melancholy Through endless highways, they rush towards a colossal attraction All the fashionable words would quieten as … Continue reading Before Retiring