I should have listened to the inner warningsReduced the volumes outside, pulled myself away from the repetitionsBefore habits destroyed the transformation of lifeNot too late though, now I have realized that I relied on conformityHow every idea form a complex clot in the system, resembling a ball of tense nervesIt happens, when too much worthless ideas are poured across the channelsHoping to sail across, a … Continue reading Listening too Late
On the deserted land, barren and shamed, hoping for the return of pulsation Ears on the ground sometimes, looking East, days collapse on the West’s tired cradle Hopeful of the night, fewer stars, a confused and tired soul wishes a clearer sky Dense consciousness, lonelier stillness, closed eyes and prayers in the heart Waiting to reconnect, retrace the paths forgotten over time, historical blunders Passages … Continue reading Pitter-patter
Crawling time develops thousands of feet, towards wilderness Thinking of arriving at freedom, from all pain and misbeliefs A lonely existence amongst a crowd infusing interpretations, meddling with the consciousness Illusions aren’t enough, contradictions are like the Lernean Hydra Slow progress of time through a tunnel misguided, without a beginning and end Coexistence with misappropriated truths boldly etched on a fragile surface Everything seems to … Continue reading Still, It’s Still not Enough
Tinged with poignant hues, rippled horizon from night’s lamentations Dulled crimson looks odd on a morning canvas, dreams are barometers of human loneliness Yesterday has a significant influence, whereas, the present looks bewildered In between, a lone man tries to train his eyes to look beyond Thinking,”this too will be washed away”, may be needs another fierce downpour It may either make the world look … Continue reading Dreams after Waking up
Around a twisted axis turbulent time expands uncontrollably Tilted dreams, phases of shadows grow longer, a persistent fear Searching for the source; unaware of who births the light Tremulous grounds, a whirling fate twinned in a parallel reality Melting core goes deeper into chaos, a furious misdirection Revolving around the unconscious through a time bubble Unfathomable subliminal disarray, feeling dizzier during unpredictable changes -Amitav Chowdhury Continue reading Revolving
The blunt silence is so unnerving I’d rather welcome the haphazard imaginations Let my mind overthink and not lament the lack of words Allow me to wander; I can tirelessly add the many layers Complications of imaginations into the tapestry This universe is magical and mirrors quantum reflections -Amitav Chowdhury Continue reading The Blunt Silence-A Poem
It is not much I can gather during that curtailed moment From second-hand narrations, grudgingly trying to sound sane Listless days… the mornings wake up with a gloominess Lengthening the night’s mood to influence the day Opinions that are unverified, walk in, through concealed doors Non-literary glorifications across those tired pages Voices read dispassionately- only the alphabets matter Vacuous emotions sound too haughty to disguise … Continue reading Not Much To Listen
There is a true sense of freedom in solitariness. It is about giving a chance to a soul to strengthen itself to realise a greater purpose of existence. A worthwhile time or moments to discriminate between the useful and unpurposeful thoughts. It is necessary to discriminate and challenge the frivolous thoughts that occupy the mind and drives it towards insanity that disguises itself in vanity. … Continue reading Solitary
Correspondences at night have more clarity As the crowds disperse There is a kind of transparency when masks fall off The discomfort eases a little Little scope to fool around with the darkness Persuasively pulls the real character out Glorified struggles take shelter somewhere Leaving the character bare- unnecessary liabilities So many feelings escape the commotion A cumbersome day misdirects the soul Night returns every … Continue reading When Darkness Has Clarity
To begin with, there are empty pages That moment feels like the dark ages Some sleep has slowed down the time A reverie stirs languidly on a loud chime Weeping darkness is waiting in anguish A feeble day has to momentarily languish Secrets waiting to be honestly embraced Anomalies in time and language displaced It is a long wait before a pen can speak A … Continue reading Not Enough to Begin With
Amitav Chowdhury 