In the absence of translations, would you be eager to ponder On those lines that stare at you in a different language Their emotions may be similar to yours; do not misconstrue the cadence When nothingness surrounds you and implores to listen to the truth Someone trying to reach you through with personal yearnings Do not dismiss the lines to be silent ones; they have … Continue reading If They are not Translated
The lines could stream ahead if you listen to them with intent Where words do not loiter, thus, deciding on the passage ahead They may proceed silently, resilient against the mighty waves Their soul awakened at the moment they are spoken to politely With grace, purpose explained, armour of timeless wisdom Heedless following through the gloomy passages of time Cherished dreams become frail; eyes grief, … Continue reading The Flow
Between the blank pages I try to find solace Waiting patiently for me To fill those lines with my feelings Oh, blank pages How you absorb every emotion of mine You never turn away from me You never fail me Every time you add one more page Blank pages are my haven For ye shall feel my true emotions It’s all between the lines © Continue reading Blank Pages
Amitav Chowdhury 