Of Writing and Storytelling
To handle a language skillfully is to practice a kind of evocative sorcery. -Charles Baudelaire Continue reading Of Writing and Storytelling
To handle a language skillfully is to practice a kind of evocative sorcery. -Charles Baudelaire Continue reading Of Writing and Storytelling
It all started with a strange debate when languages were unborn Incoherent signs, but symbolism etched here and there Who’ll verify? The truth about The Truth, or Truth on a pedestal “Dreams can pull you towards the right direction”, it’s believed, but how much do we know When reality spoils the dreams, like an egomaniac on the prowl I can paint a symbol, later, may … Continue reading Closer to the Truth
There is nothing out there as entertaining anymore other than the typical crowd A great synchronized movement, inaudible cacophony that riles up the senses Lenses of vision are scratched and a blurry hope, the hype of artificial lightings to alter the mood Everything around is so hallucinating, mere presence without prescience, false euphoric moments Lonelier tiring days amongst the crowded spaces, as if fighting for … Continue reading The Chosen Loneliness
Debate an idea not the language! -Amitav Chowdhury Continue reading Debate
Who owns time, take the responsibility of winding them, set them right, straightening time, or looping it around another epoch Only if that would be enough to take the conversations to a different direction, as if cosmic time giving a pulsating push to the consciousness Sullied gardens, ruined paths, detrimental languages and evaporating water-bodies, thirsty souls taking dangerous detours The Sun shines, but it’s fury … Continue reading Missing Metaphors
Why can’t I erase the frown from a melancholic day? Swaying from time to time, between unrelated dimensions Searching for some reason under the Fountain of thoughts Far away, some cataclysmic events occurred in a parallel reality Some effects of ancient events still under the mysterious layers Thwarted dreams revisit life- warning in a cryptic language Rich blossoms amidst the gloomy nature is a contradiction … Continue reading Some Effects Are Inevitable
Morning fails to reach all the corners of the room That of yesterday, and even earlier, been kept away from everyone Convenient corners are filled with those memories Latticed patters decorate them for some time and leave There is no scope for the morning language to initiate a conversation Those stories have a secret language and a special fragrance Accommodating them and even keeping them … Continue reading Where Light Cannot Reach
Poetry may not be ostentatious enough for many. The serious metaphors may weigh too heavily on the prevailing thoughts. A middling narrative has become so prominent and accepted that one cannot penetrate or break into the complexities. Is it a mere rhythm of familiar expressions or some sense of an acceptable and easily identifiable tone? I know that reality becomes more real when it is … Continue reading Poetry and a Poet’s World
How can I escape the uneasy embrace of time? When I feel distracted in multiple ways, every day There are newer ways to take me away from the truth So often the past is presented in a falsified language The present is diluted severely with irrational thoughts A future is painted with an amateurish capability Usual demarcations place me in a quandary Whilst I am … Continue reading Escaping the Moments
A thin perception of poetry has long been the cause of worry among poets. It takes a lot of labour to compose poetry. When poetry is presented, that is classically articulated, with poetic vocabulary (readers abhor the use of rich vocabulary, poetic language, the embellishments, and intricately written lines) because it makes poetry mysterious and difficult to interpret. This is the era of speed-reading, which … Continue reading Weakening Perception