Everyone abandons the shores in buoyant anticipation The flow seems to have gained a favourable nature It is not contemporary ambivalence, but a current frenzy Shaped by the modernity of those times; it continues Calculations give that immense confidence to surrender Not the waves of forethought, but a vague estimation Also, the boredom of staying in the cocoon of tranquillity Some unseen hands push life … Continue reading Empty Shore
Transgressions of a silent type All that happens is silence, with resilience Memories cleansed by wailing Thus, surrendered to the flow There’s not much hope in the morrow Sorrow, the world joins All that negativity could gather The courage to be curious About a feeble heart; waylaid Whispers become crisper Cuts mercilessly through the silence Changes are uncertain But time is inimical and clinical Meek … Continue reading Transgressions
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
How kindly you hold on to the cold As if your dear feelings are settled deep Gliding those words of comfort, but they freeze You try to warm them further Whatever you can gather from the scant weather Even the dwindling fire from your soul Just to save them from the harsh times It aches, it does; you hide it from the world You loathe … Continue reading What the Winter Holds
Dislike for nature’s colour Every season has a reason All life reflect their soul Colour’s never indecent Universes’ consciousness Yet, there’s preference Eyes discriminate them Does the soul too? Inclinations aren’t natural Colour is beautiful Life’s eternal clues in hues Glass prisms and kaleidoscope Distorts the spectrum Unaware of the soul of colours Life’s existence is vibrant Even darkness’s theme is magic Esoteric colours flow … Continue reading Colours
How long can one nibble at the hollow words? Even the insects change their course when the hollow pass leads elsewhere for interesting food Powdery remains of those words float around on spilt ink An unwilling pen won’t satiate its thirst with it, for fear of clogging its senses Last drop of feelings are overused, and the dry patches of pages aren’t impressed Choosing between … Continue reading Hollow
The elegant air has flown into some mystical world; a thoughtful detour from the indolent valleys Here, ideas have gathered to stifle the essence of natural aroma and life’s graceful energy Slight stirrings are uninspiring to the souls that wish to dream Monotony stretches beyond imaginations to cloak the vibrant colours with insipid emotions Turbulent mirrors reflect the unsettling imagery which the eyes find it … Continue reading A Search
Do not eliminate the poeticness from the excessively adorned lines Those prosaic words won’t be able to recite with eloquent cadence Brittle words across the slippery surfaces slant rather awkwardly Mayhem ensues after they crumble timidly and lay there in a heap Let poetry breathe with freedom without the embellished uselessness It is not a simplistic imitation of the reality; of whose frankness is questionable … Continue reading Poeticness
Blood is silent, but its strength undeniable There’s less talk of life but a determination that flows Through the unknown contours of existence Feeling of vitality enthuse the spirit Similar color permeates through stillness of evening Reviving the first stirrings of life in darkness Through the passageways decorated with stars Moonlight gives an exotic hue to the celestial stream ~Amitav Continue reading That Course
Without definitions Nobody’s imagination Of a stultified world Nothingness is desired Dreams are mine Freedom eternal Overlooked Not overwritten Thinking In congruence With my heart Erasing fine prints Journey with Honest footprint Broader perspectives Limitless hours Of introspection Without anchors Of perceptions Continuous flow Restful course Destinations arrive They disappear Eternity’s truth ~Amitav Continue reading Without
Amitav Chowdhury 