You cannot fight back the reflection, it’s fragile and persistent, ego force, staring at your soul Strike it woth all your might, you hurt yourself, it cracks and ominously smiles at your rage Drawing blood, changing the course of life, flows away; the world is like a mirror Feel the unknown stares, the pathetic curiosity about someone who does not follow, unfit for comparisons How … Continue reading Fighting the Mirror
No one can be compelled to interpret the meanings Sometimes, there are none, only beautifully crafted Lengthy composition with a hint of elitist utterances Plucked from the esoteric world, dampened with gloom A strange attraction, splashes of unfathomable ink Of whose composition and chemical nature is unknown Toxic, from the dormant days, it spoils the fragile pages Conquering feelings that are precious, with a venom … Continue reading Enfeebled
There is a flaw in our thinking process because we believe that glass is fragile. It shatters and lacerates the reflection, the images we hide from, and the reality of the prevalent world. The weather if filtered to give those eyes a false dream, or a changing canvas that represses the feelings and voices. None can gauge the health of glass, and its transformation to … Continue reading The Flaw and Reflections
The acts of superficiality become a formidable cage after some time Tightly wound in a convoluted pattern The wired patterns strangle the real essence Immense effort of the toiling minds behind the deeds Time, twisted and forced to a grotesque meaning, crooks reality Delicate senses just evaporate like the fine fragrance Unable to bear the cunning dilemma between life and utter vanity Split images, reflections … Continue reading Something Superficial
Even if I have not written something, it still exists I cannot refute its presence By filling the pen with unknown ink and maligning it The eyes may desire so many unfulfilled dreams While the heart may be residing somewhere else Unaware of all the commotion surrounding life The beats cannot be unheard Faint, exploring the idleness of a faraway world It is not necessary … Continue reading The Unwritten
Traces of narcissism creeps in like a shadow chasing the individuality It’s not a matter of vision anymore but the image being diluted by accompanying thoughts Experiencing such involvement from the unwanted perspectives feels depressingly monochrome Pantomimes speak of the inner turmoil dealing with crass interferences The promotions, the mystification of the unnecessary, and epic failures Leave it not to the privileges of using those … Continue reading What Affects the Images
Sighs saunter along the garden streaked with melancholic colours When dreams are difficult to attain at the peak of evolving turmoil A garden loses touch with the beauty of life and colours fade too soon Languorous season lean against the grey sky to signal early slumber Frantic ripples now settle down deep into the hidden vortex of the stream The growing restlessness reflected intermittently in … Continue reading The Sighs
How long can you slouch over the morning and try to repress the lights Sitting erect may become an arduous task due to the immense burden Of the unseen worries, the imagined times of turmoil, and scant hope Dreams that were seeded never had enough opportunity to germinate Feels, like the flickering horizon, is trying to communicate frantically There’s never enough room for the contradictory … Continue reading How Long? Enough to Think
Daguerreotype realities, set aside by the ages and fervent time Suddenly fall off the stack of feelings that was forgotten under covers of dust Time slips in again as a glitch in the present moment Uncanny reminders spoken by the staring eyes Notice the background too for the presence of any societal motifs Plain truths are rarely comprehended- until these sudden awakening Frail memories never … Continue reading Realisation of Time
Amitav Chowdhury 