Delayed Love

Overpowering silence survived the chaos Feeble stirrings disguised their feelings before dawn Waking up lonely and empty while greeted by mundane mornings It was the wickedness of time that restricted any passage Emotions stopped reminiscing the missed opportunities Some paths never meet but come closer at a bend Different travellers determined to reach a destination Wary looks and hurried greetings are escape routes Delayed aches … Continue reading Delayed Love

Why write?

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?

Overshadowed

Occasional congregation of the clouds Grumbling at the despairing landscapes Thirsty eyes frequently stares at the sky Time has etched a difficult pattern One cannot revisit the earlier moments Aching hearts unburden fine feelings Shallow craters do not hold much woes Escapes maddeningly towards oblivion Not that rainy days have arrived yet Only the horizon looks threathening Angry lightning annihilate unseen places Long before one … Continue reading Overshadowed

Where Light Cannot Reach

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

The Pigments

While checking the papers, there were some extra pigments It was not about glancing through the words, but also reading them with intent Carefully, the other hues appear magically Travelling through another dimension of my existence Here, my reality is, but there, my reality was- the memories retained the colours Feeling exposed! As if the entire world has transformed into a glass orb Bright lights … Continue reading The Pigments

While Being Away

While there is a fear of locks, they also keep away the intruders Also, the locks have a scornful expression and stare intimidatingly Locksmiths may know the tricks to overpower them and compel them to unlock Crooks learn the magic too; it’s their passion to manipulate them to submission It becomes a mechanical profession of disarming the locks Doors become irrelevant, the disdain vanishes, they … Continue reading While Being Away