Adjusting to the sudden luminous celebrations Missing the controls; preferably, a dimmer, a more sombre space I yearn for Pages exposed long enough scorched, looks pale, my emotions half-burnt and ashened I feel ashamed to sit through the spurious spurt in anomalies My skin feels the burn as I shiver in utter despair in rented darkness Looking for a place to retire, to recuperate, dissolve … Continue reading Mighty Dazzle
Overpowering silence survived the chaos Feeble stirrings disguised their feelings before dawn Waking up lonely and empty while greeted by mundane mornings It was the wickedness of time that restricted any passage Emotions stopped reminiscing the missed opportunities Some paths never meet but come closer at a bend Different travellers determined to reach a destination Wary looks and hurried greetings are escape routes Delayed aches … Continue reading Delayed Love
Words bloom later, seasons and poets have drifted apart Poetic emotions lose relevance, like a lost child in a busy street Far away from home, mixed feelings about the indifferent world Where is that romanticism of life? Ossified heart have fallen into a deep chasm, feels no more Love does not pulsate anymore; it’s a ritual, a mere symbolism Comparison with proximity, but there is … Continue reading Lost Poeticism
Brooding time bears the testimony of an uncanny world Devouring the precious moments even before they can run freely Like a fierce competition against another reality trying to merge Plucking the roots and leaving the earth fallow in troubled paradise None can see the end of time that like a serpent’s fangs are bifurcated Sometimes the night just whistles past the desolate houses Strange occurrences … Continue reading Brooding Time
“Once upon a time…” Stories rarely begin this way now Memories fade Storytelling has transformed, losing it’s art, the passion, because time is fickle There aren’t any storytellers, the crowds gathered elsewhere Stories will live, somehow, may be in our soul Till it weighs us down Tired and bored, we may rest again, find the connection Stories will have soul once again A storyteller’s pride, … Continue reading Tell Me A Story
Not side-by-side anymore Drawing deeper parallels During the tumultuous nights Tired souls do not leave home Nurturing emotions are spent Discordant feelings in between The world becomes weaker Lack of pure consciousness Months entangled in time Unnaturally venomous intentions No more dreams for tired minds Struggling to find some sanity Togetherness is disintegrating Nights feel heavier and clumsy Numbness of the skin is petrifying ~Amitav Continue reading The Disharmonious Feel
Amitav Chowdhury 