After enabling the dismantling of life amidst blurry times Hostage feelings, dreadful moments travel surreptitiously Through the troubled veins, the jarred existence, and frailties Painting a wonderful lie with the artificial colours is an artistic disdain Climbing against the clamour, the hostile climes, bruise the body Unhealed heart and tremulous mind dreams of insufferable moments Where one goes wrong, and others follow like a delusional … Continue reading Being Enabled
Staring at the clock with feigned seriousness You have already decided on the reality Thorough planning to create more disorderliness It is offending to witness the ascending pain Wrong analogies spoil the stories The distorted clocks are a reminder Growing insanity, while being clueless about time Keeping track of life like a stalker Spiral of lies are commonly occurring motifs Your senses are befooled The … Continue reading Impractical Reasons
There is a kind of boredom with a shrinking space, where the boundaries seem to be half-heartedly etched out to arrest the inhabitant and only allow trespassers. I believe we only tend to ignore life and the identity that we are born with because we necessarily engage with the correspondences of confusion. The idea of dissatisfaction comes from heaps of expectations that are seeded in … Continue reading A Shrinking Feeling
Early morning, smoky screens, filtered light Indifferent time, but irritates the sanity of life Half-awakened posture, not a masterpiece Is it laziness or perfect apathy towards busyness Difficult to know from a reticent fellow One positive outcome is that voices are mellow Filtered the baloney, but some swearing is heard Still preferable, the laid back observations They are quite keen, incisive, and critical It’s still … Continue reading Not Every Day
Falsely detained by the unscrupulous thoughts Such profanity towards freedom smothers the world Disdain and cynical eyes look at life jealously Pity for the imprudent adventures Dear love and love that loses itself in a giant void Words too many, unnecessarily stymie the emotions Sorrowful sentiments in a spherical conundrum Running of men towards the illusions Looking for truth in the fatal mirage ~Amitav Continue reading Thoughts Without Words
Some stories crumble under the pressure of expectations Within, there is a chaos which does not subside, but rage on fiercely Trying to tear apart the stories to influence the characters with fear It all starts with coercion and silent admonition; increases its intensity Taking away the supporting characters and coaching them new speeches To falter the dialogues and create a shameless mayhem with emotions … Continue reading Crumbling Stories
The day always holds that extra edge compared to night. In fact, the edges seem to be menacing (a visual distortion), but always appear dull from constant friction. Well, in comparison, the day of yesterday is paler, and the argument becomes vociferous on lost opportunities. Relegated to insignificance or retired in some corner of the mind amidst constant struggle. Everything is compared- from the scenes … Continue reading Discerning Moments
The rising clamor turns into louder chants Different voices speaking the same language Vocal chords stretched between wants and expectations Raising the pitch every day stressing on each syllable In the garb of same tone, a deafeningly cracked tonal quality Vociferous raptures and the ebb and flow of the hand waves Demands are many from the modern social order Waiting to create fissures in the … Continue reading Voices
Amitav Chowdhury 