The solitude is peaceful for some Others perturbed by the lack of noise Silence is slandered so crudely Continued betrayal with the Universe Possible reflections behind a shadow A chasm in life where none stands Silence and pandemonium stare harshly Unconscionable moments shatter the peace Uttering some incoherent sentences Fallen time does not respond to the light Waking up is tiresome and boring ~Amitav Continue reading Tough Choice
At the end of the day, only those words remain Which were picked up casually from passersby Unknown context, the origin of thoughts, and language There is plenty of vagueness in fragmented communications What challenges you to settle the puzzle? Tiredness sets in and a night ruined by incoherence You may be waiting for clarity By creating an entire world from these stories Some of … Continue reading At The End of The Day
Words that were born yesterday unable to face the harsh lights The constant glare, stare, is a scare for the unsteady and discontinuous Efficacious time probes them for being there at that moment When they should be nurtured with care before incoherence can destroy It is unfair for them to be sowed along superficial furrows Upon them, the persistence of life’s heavy thoughts are a … Continue reading Words Face the Scare
The chorus of discursive fragments pause little longer than expected Their unabashed lingering does not yield any powerful discourse Sifting among the strewn frustrate the eagerly seeking hands Only a handful of dust and crusts of incoherent meanings As if under a mysterious spell, the wayward wandering, fondness for veering off Yelling at the day won’t upset it, but the mind will feel agitated At … Continue reading The Dissonance
Timid thoughts dare to run the course Wants to disentangle from the intimidations Of being called names by the unknown voices O’er there, the solitude is overbearing Foamy skies darken the spirit of the day Unknown sorcery wields the sinister wand Not all the forces here are friendly to life Incisive time scythes the emergence of new Dismal thoughts translated with dreadful ink Nothing moves, … Continue reading Timidity
If you have this desire to manipulate time, you may be considered a wizard by those who look at you, the exhibitionist, trying to create a dazzling drama where you are the protagonist, as well as the consequences of some lost time Eyes transfixed at the most mundane tricks ever; there is no scope for anyone to wean away the spectators from the spectacle to deceive … Continue reading The Desire
Amitav Chowdhury 