Surprising glimpse of rustic images Sleeping city in the foetal position Dreaming of a primeval world Continuing with the traditional sleep Vanishing haziness expose the pureness Longing of the soul arise at predawn Fading of the artificial barriers Cleansing of an overused canvas Crushing so many desires and colours Imploring everyone to identify them Subjugating energised pure imaginations Concealing truth in deceptive designs Darkling landscapes … Continue reading Emerging
The poet’s strife with so many issues When the day feels shorter due to the haragnue Unspent mornings turn into uneasy feelings Middle of the day is heavy and stubborn Right before evening moves in There are conflicting signs in the sky It it is a yellow evening tempting the darkness Crimson hue rush in to create a drama There is no time to cleanse … Continue reading Periphery of Evening
Eyes must have been closed while dreams chose to appear Another way of viewing another reality in a surreal moment Someone, the omnipresent one, must have risen them Go visit the homes enveloped in a tranquil kind of darkness Those who have walked a tiresome journey across rubbles Where reality has been suspended from a high tower Consciousness still at its infancy and feelings of … Continue reading For Those Who Wait
A kind of surprise on the face The bottomless reality is exposed Only loneliness amidst nothingness Who reigns that reflectionless space? Darkness is also consumed there Faint outlines are visible to mortals Feels like an insidious reality unfolding The entangled spine holds a secret Lone souls have been trapped here Can they be awakened by a mantra? Slow murmurs reflect astral voices One who dwells … Continue reading Seeking And Unfolding
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
It is uneasy sitting in a crowd and witnessing a burlesque show The light around dips and flips, and takes the elements of fun away Wide-eyed, useless curiosity in the communications that are mundane No one desires to rush outside; wonder, the freedom the auditorium offers In between, the pantomime also fails to mesmerise the tedious audience Thunderous applause after the failed satire on the … Continue reading Is It an Uneasy Show?
For a brief moment, the murkiness was washed away by early light Only to awake and rush towards the pristine scenery; absorbing the tranquility Daring to stay positive in a transient time that brings happiness Unforgettable vibes of ancient awakening still rhythms through Whoever has drifted and chosen otherwise to believe in a continuum of darkness Preached about struggles, and how banished all those beautiful … Continue reading Brief, But True Moments
When I decided on the infrequent visits Started contemplating in silence My mind became aware of the noise From the other side, another dimension All these elements that I am of I cannot deny, but hope to balance them Find a synergy- a route of self-awareness Some of the realisations will be uneasy On the settled consciousness Which has forgotten to experience Without interference and … Continue reading A Time Away from Time
Happiness faces an uphill journey Touched by deeper shades Frayed edges are difficult pronunciations The word stays together clumsily During adverse times; dissociation in between The perfect tone is a rarity Fewer souls believe in the sanctity Seasons have never missed their arrival Even while life slows down Not yet there, but seen from a distance Dissimilarities are glaring A long long way, and tiresome … Continue reading On Arrival of Happiness
The night flounders at the prospect of eerie lights Somewhere, there are conspiracies being thought of Dreams of another kind arise from an esoteric world A journey it will be, the reality of a metaphorical road Ensconced life wishes to sleep, but there’s no plan Uncertain times, but a reality that emerges from it With new stories, folklore, and echoes of antiquity ~Amitav Continue reading To The Night
