The walls isolate the precious feelings from being maligned Sometimes, it is peaceful staring at the blank walls… time plays no role A stubborn clock makes some feeble noise- but I am a failed timekeeper I insist the silence stay a little longer; before noises smear the moment What do I embrace during these endless contemplations? Some new thoughts troubled by the past… yesterday’s indifferences … Continue reading What Happens
Lights have been long gone Glitches of time or modernity struck by lightning Complete darkness; an evening flinches Used to flashiness and bytes of noisy media Candles that have been forgotten Kept away in a dark corner- just a fancy buying Now, it becomes essential To rush towards that nondescript place Nervous fingers tackle the forgotten items Once lit, they seem magical; medieval too It … Continue reading Dispel the Darkness
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
Grave silence flows into another world Moment of reckoning! Time breathes laboriously There was no scope to contemplate Flashes of consciousness blur everything Sick thoughts and woes against a truth Everything flows towards the unknown conduit Reverse flow towards another beginning ~Amitav Continue reading Flows that Silence
Dig as much you dare to stand in the sunken place It’s a lonely excavation, for there are no real treasures Like gold and precious stones, but a lot of unexplored knowledge No curious onlookers around thronging the site A solitary effort to grasp what lies beneath; within layers Forget about any eager hand to provide some help The deeper the introspection, lonelier becomes the … Continue reading Unearth
Eyes want to rake in the wintry feel before retiring Before sleep changes the course of flow through reeling darkness Declining the entry after the windows and doors are shut The advances of declining perspectives stop at the stairs Faint knocks of phantom times that emerge from condensing melancholy Through endless highways, they rush towards a colossal attraction All the fashionable words would quieten as … Continue reading Before Retiring
With unholy eagerness, the words were gathered Their origin and values misconstrued due to a dearth of time Harrowingly pulled to be presented under the limelight When it becomes natural to please the rapacious demands Indulgence in the superficial composition is a secret joy Charming they may read due to the heavy adornments Those you cannot love dearly but eager to release them soon Youthful … Continue reading Valiant Denial
Lamenting Sun pulls down the curtains There is solace to be found in this new found darkness Preferable silence over the discomforting fables Foibles of the day are enough to unsettle the rhythm Spasms! The day contorts due to uncomfortable questions Propositions of scandalous desires Let it all settle down; they will sink deeper and taint Still, this stillness will rescue the advance of such … Continue reading As The Curtains Come Down
Crimson worries, rhythmical silence notes down secretly The calligraphic notes brushed finely by the excellent winds Language divine, pacify them- the heart feels assured for now Dusk covers everything like the loving concern of a mother Says, “sit here as long as you wish, but settle the worries” Tonight, before the long walk back home, feel confident Tired legs must walk towards the bed with … Continue reading From Evening to Dawn
The susurrus leaves translate the twilight hours fading feelings A gentle wind does inspire a soft choir that echoes Looking west, the eyes dream of capturing the farthest light A portion will fade away to bring another reality for the night Ne’er the soul forgets to say a goodbye to the retiring golden orb Waiting with a prayer for the night that comes sooner Eyes … Continue reading This is the Time
Amitav Chowdhury 