Is there a tree where different types of fruits tempt you, but there is that one fruit missing, the one you love the most. You remember the tenderness, the succulent feel that satiated your soul. Yet, this tree crowded with fruits, burdened branches where crowds rush in, as if this is a miracle. One tree can yield so many different fruits, but the hunger for … Continue reading Observing the Tree
Fury had the evil eye to destroy Gathering itself, empowering with tremendous energy The nature of the phenomenon is unfathomable When humans claim to have witnessed everything There is always a twist in the reality Distorted; with it, extreme force to strangulate The essence of life- plunder the settled nature Probably, thinking of a transformation A few hours of fury uproots confidence Dreams, desires, and … Continue reading Fury
Poetry may not be ostentatious enough for many. The serious metaphors may weigh too heavily on the prevailing thoughts. A middling narrative has become so prominent and accepted that one cannot penetrate or break into the complexities. Is it a mere rhythm of familiar expressions or some sense of an acceptable and easily identifiable tone? I know that reality becomes more real when it is … Continue reading Poetry and a Poet’s World
Some days appear cleaner- washed away by the overnight rain All the debris and worries; human misapprehensions and mistrusts Disappear, as the rains dream of a new beginning It may be gloomier and quieter, but how peaceful in stillness A difficult night washed by Providential rains looks like a child praying Even for a brief moment, the vagaries of humanity feels distant Now the innocent … Continue reading Some Clarity
How many sunsets one has to sit through and sift Before real darkness sets in like the stubborn one Many dreams and nightmares have to be crossed Dawn can only mean as much the awake soul feels It is the lucky fellows who can sniff the fresh dawn And can smile at the beautiful sky without malice Life can be expensive in the cities and … Continue reading Sunset
The streets change their appearances according to dreams and the human spirit Why should a street be defined mundane? Tired feet do not always fill that space There are fresh happy feet too; dancing to the secret tune that plays in the mind Streets light up with the happiness and indomitable spirit- not mere artificial lights End of a day is well celebrated with the … Continue reading About the Streets
Between parentheses of silence, the past and present meet Some occurrences are meant to be; how they can be Different worlds lean towards their susceptibilities Nurtured and loved in spite of the scorns and thorns Between silence, the defeated and wary settle down Crafty glances- the learnings from a deceitful world Work does not work but fatigues the sincere passions The structures and infrastructures- metaphorical … Continue reading Uncanny Silence
If the door was not a tiny crack There would have been freedom And the room did not stare gloomily At the incompetence of identifying the sentiments The ethos of going against everything Just for the adamant desire of ransacking It will be pretentious to escape Through that crack, with such vainness One is stuck in that rut Strutting around with arrogance Windows are nebulous … Continue reading The Stubborn Door
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
Amitav Chowdhury 