Words bloom later, seasons and poets have drifted apart Poetic emotions lose relevance, like a lost child in a busy street Far away from home, mixed feelings about the indifferent world Where is that romanticism of life? Ossified heart have fallen into a deep chasm, feels no more Love does not pulsate anymore; it’s a ritual, a mere symbolism Comparison with proximity, but there is … Continue reading Lost Poeticism
Write when the creative juices flow, struck by a passionate creative angst to carve out our own stories, nurture them, praise them or put them on a pedestal, with ink, carving out their space, before presenting them to the world for some sincere scrutiny and sometimes harsh critiques. Writers write, stories and experiences accumulate, memories tickle the pen…everyone of them wants a tribute. -Amitav Chowdhury Continue reading Why write?
Now that I do not interact with time The last remnants of an era eroding fast Memories get anxious to settle down Early fluttering of melancholic light Euphoric darkness transcends resistance Of human efforts become feeble and tame Time conspires with unknown forces Every rising of the Sun is still a reminder Uneasy waking amongst uncertainty Convoluted thoughts creating the future There will be a … Continue reading Interpreting This Time
Obsequious obsession with opaque dreams Ocular distortions and oppression of objects desirable Oratory failures reverberate through the speeches Orbits shrunken by the alarming intensity Orpheus disappeared along with the beautiful creations Oaken cottages empty of any inspirations Obscene transformation of once verdant landscapes Obdurate consciousness is like a hurricane ~Amitav Continue reading Onus
Thoughts arise from infinite sources Without chronology; resist the idea of deciphering them Caging freedom, fixing them upon circumstances Slapping consequences with overtly critical opinions Time creates jealousy to destroy the sincere pictures Once those moments have vanished from ephemeral Surrendering to the eternal, safe from critical eyes If at all they appear too sophisticated, explore them often Without being burdened by modern constraints Now, … Continue reading Stunned
Some of the reading are laborious indeed! The words are extremely ornamental, crafted by someone else, but awkwardly set in a design that diminish their glorious reflections. It is life going out to fetch some fancy pieces to enthral the reader with some borrowed vanity. First, the eyes feel tired, trying to extract some meaning from them; by then the mind shuts off, and the … Continue reading The Forced Reflections
When questions transcend this systemic reality, there will be clarity. Only if you are mindful and willing to believe in the transcendental. -Amitav Chowdhury Metaphors are not what you see; it is your honest imagination to create an imagery and translate it into diverse language. Spare the mundanity! -Amitav Chowdhury Brisk analysis is fatal! The words lose their values. -Amitav Chowdhury Don’t harm the words, … Continue reading Random Thoughts
I must have started somewhere, at the behest of my consciousness, trying to wake me up to a different world, where I can look out for words and transform them with meaning. Not the meaning that the words carried, but something more creatively crafted with feelings of my own. This is where probably, I tried to look out for more words, the more I stumbled … Continue reading It Started Somewhere…