You’d resist my echoes, influence the surrounding to restrain my thoughts From being heard by them, yes, I know, they are not fascinated by the mundane world Wish to listen to something different- the usual indifference is getting tiresome Only hope is the passage of time. as turbulently possible to erode the rough surfaces Weaken the forces that diminish the passion of communication, especially love … Continue reading On The Echoes
Inside the house, but it feels I am nowhere near my home That I had in my dreams; it is a place, where I rest but thoughts flit about Edgy doors and windows unsure of the sentiments A growing contradiction is visible- weather outside is indifferent The night will be over, the morning will arrive on time Life will knock at the door and pull … Continue reading At Home
Fractured rays through the timid window bring the melancholy of evening When it lays at my feet, trying to translate the sinking feeling at this tired hour Earth needs to rest here after a long discourse from unnecessary talk Sitting here, trying to smell the aroma of the calm evening from some untouched corner The light play truant while passing through the cracked patterns of an … Continue reading Not so Idle Evening
It’s fine weather within- here, within the house, as well as in the heart Today, the feelings won’t have to scrape through the rough dry terrains Leaden times are dissolved in the vast emptiness of fresh moments Raise the hands in joy, join them later to thank the change of situations Bathe in the glorious dawn and wrap the body with the aromatic breeze Mountainous … Continue reading It’s Fine
A home away from home descends faintly in the imaginations From a vantage point, the eyes scan extensively for that distant reality Leisurely mind reclines on the soft mattress for long contemplation To sort out the contrasting images and find the relevant pieces of a puzzle Breathe life into a withdrawn reality and further the scope of existence Reach for the skies to pull down the … Continue reading From a Vantage Point
Window panes are not transparent anymore Rays of light have to strive harder to come in Although uninvited, few blank spots do relent Once the windows reflected clarity and happiness Now stained with sighs of perpetual melancholy The four walls tired of echoing the daily narratives Decrepit and flaky walls portray weariness Creaky wooden floors abhor the daily footsteps Voicing their displeasure through the cracks The … Continue reading Bleak Existence
A home with a soul Has love in abundance Chosen shelter© Continue reading A Home
Home is where one starts from.
~ T. S. Eliot
Amitav Chowdhury 