The invitations may not have been written in the language of the heart Only your name spelt in cursive, and a paper crafted by the laboured effort The scripted lines embellished with magnificent language to swoon over When held in the hand and rolled slowly, they evoke a sense of illusion Of being spoken about you from a distance about a blurry reflection Embossed letters … Continue reading An Invitation
There is much more emphasis on lies to build a narrative Written in charcoal hues, the papers surrender to the deep smudges Bold claims along with wild promises form the letters in a convoluted pattern Expected to chant, memorise, and propagate them with passion Now, the tongue too has a darker shade of the language; their inflexion is also an indication The path they are … Continue reading The Emphasis
Poetry is being written in large numbers, but scarcely discussed. I feel poetry is not read carefully, but literally. The flaws in the nature of reading a poetic piece turn into the general discourse that leaves the poet aside. The words are no doubt important, the essence of poetry is in the poet’s nature of artistic craft which transforms the words into important notes; just … Continue reading Feelings About Poetry
Creative commotion is quite common, but we may not realise the contradictions that arise due to the confabulations. Apart from the constant debates, quite cunning at times, there could be a tussle in connivance with a contrary ideology. Curiosity takes an ominous turn in the midst of muddled times! Creativity dismantles the status quo and urges the collective disturbances to laboriously travel through the unknown … Continue reading The Commotion and Peace
When common sense becomes controversial Looked upon by the collective with evil eyes Trial by silence first, then sharp eyes censure Truth seems to be moribund by the debauched When this can be replaced with that; confusion Prevails the sense of arrogance- a hasty end Language becomes corrupt, thoughts next Hypocrisy of showing off the fatal alternative Lure as many minds towards the cursed pond … Continue reading The Controversy and Curious Attraction
When the words fall off from the mind Only neglect, and heaped with offensive unrest Reverberations of an antithetical tone Hunger of the soul becomes stronger There is no chance of filling the void Underestimating before understanding There is a hurried mindset that races unsafely Critical, clinical, cynical, and controversial A compromise too fatal; one unable to fathom Entire being sobs acerbic tears Confidence, a … Continue reading Without the Words
Writing seems to be ebullient even while narrating the continuum of depreciating existence. The type of energy writing survives on seems to be of an unearthly nature. As a writer, I feel, there is a narrow labyrinthine scope allowed for a piece of creative narrative to witness the other end of the deliberate maze. All that the maze is composed of are — criticisms, rejections, premature conjectures, … Continue reading Labyrinthine Journey
How the thoughts are arranged in the mind like different coloured yarns Segregated and placed according to their urgency To be woven after a long hiatus within; to be designed and interspersed with white spaces The sizzling sounds distract the mind, even the tongue feel the loss of words For a brief moment; it is impolite to be silent in the world where stories are … Continue reading Yarns
How well do you comprehend the ambiguity of literature? Often perceived to be fictional truth, an exaggerated manifestation of the conspiring emotions which trouble the mind, it goes further to etch out a path to understand the passive anxiety. Writing may simply be the urge to chronicle the daily experiences (both significant and insignificant) the daily communications of human aspirations, failures, struggles, heartbreak and pursuits. … Continue reading It is Literature
Surprising it is, to translate silence with words An idyllic moment for language profoundly paint an emotion Feelings deeply buried unwilling to arise until time is perfect That faith to believe in the pristine realisation Silence is hypnotic, and it feels splendid to find the ways Many avenues blossom and unfold towards rewarding journeys ~Amitav Continue reading Untold Feelings
