Time has paused and retired, so it feels from the unchangeable situations Every day the same illustrations, even the reflections fail the reality test The eyes must be looking at some emerging banter orchestrated by life Prime emotions are missing and precious conversations are misplaced Some are erased by time, others are struggling to prove their identity Thrust upon us the heavy objects with unkindest … Continue reading After It Paused
Darkness you have played with at a nascent time Was too early for anyone to realise a dream gone awry Barrage of inanities thrown at it Defaced; a new type of anger emerges and overflow Fragile dreams, beautiful emotions dissolve Streams of unhappy feelings submerge this realism Not only people fighting for an indentity Complexities amplify through numerous characters Reflections too fighting for a fair … Continue reading Without Identity
A claustrophobic identity guarding a rigid boundary Everyday struggles; the form takes shape, chiselled by ideas From somewhere, irrational carvers surreptitiously appear The world seems to be at your doorstep, but you are captive Much despair on hearing the plans of placing limits Only to be a mute spectator as the world unfolds abruptly At an inopportune time; surprisingly, the events give no joy Only … Continue reading With an Identity
There are some forces, their efforts, to create a divide As you try to be closer to yourself, the more you are ridiculed As if you are inadequate… a failed protagonist and raconteur Encouraged to travel exactly in the opposite direction… wherever they may lead Trying to catch that ephemeral dream and turning into an undying passion As much being controlled by the predestined past … Continue reading The Divide
How often the forever stories feel like a fantasy Touching upon the ephemeral, the changes feel ureal Unable to hold on to the past reality is a miserable feeling Each portion of the day disguises itself in a strange theme Simply walking into an experience is not enough Not all of them carry a similar kind of consciousness So many possibilities are like kaleidoscopic dreams … Continue reading The Fantasy
Every day is a struggle as you are forced to compromise with your defence mechanisms. Your feelings are taunted and badgered to create a delusional environment; you will feel inadequate and start believing the barrage of lies which manage to seed the mind with doubtful beliefs. The kind of design laid out across the numerous intersections, the hurdles, and obstructions become hazardous for freedom. It … Continue reading Above Contradictions
One could have been guided by the instincts, but the pressurising effects took over and swept away everything. It was nature’s influence; not the kind one, but instigated by the events that were agitating the core of its meditative patience. All the visible tracks are snatched away by the terrible reversal in fate. Nothing is linear, and the routes that appear lead to an uncertain … Continue reading An Endless Thing
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
If not the day was gifted to know something new about myself What would the use of the light be to illumine the darkest corners Those eyes reflecting my image could not be trusted entirely It was not me who was there, but a perception of distant contemplations For only I can realise the unknown paths where I have not been The opportunities, desires, and … Continue reading The Journey of Realisation
Where those thoughts wander one may not be able to imagine They may be errant, but not erratic in the pursuit of something Sighs of the world so busy and your favourite distractions Unemotional skies stare at the dreary landscapes filled with objects There are no natural mirrors anymore across thirsty times Wandering take you far; away from the immoral curiosities It is easy to … Continue reading Off Course
Amitav Chowdhury 