Push aside the crucible of woes before it fills the vessel, And overflows towards the sacred streets, where life exists piously; Away from the violent ways and bloody rage of delinquent outrage. When a simple fire is not used to prepare a meal but to burn down reason, Treason for every season, as there’s no time to till the land with kindness; Where food is … Continue reading Siege
Upon whose influence do you import those ideas? Without even communing with the necessary voices Roam the streets; the ones deserted by fashionable ideas Where there is penury, but traces of honesty too Moist eyes know, the grubby hands won’t be filled with wealth Mornings are mourned amidst the hunger pangs In contrast, dumb streets are lit up with offensive affluence Lazy morning, rather luxurious … Continue reading Indecent Influence
A posture that ignores a constant knock on the door Turning away stubbornly and not to look back again; not even in repentance The hands are burdened with collected memorabilia Wooden table looks forlorn, a frozen quadrupedal looks dumbfounded No more coffee stains and endless gossips about the rations Now, space will be occupied with reclusive stirring of emotions Window will stare at the half-eaten … Continue reading At a Table
Amitav Chowdhury 